I am the river, rushing away

Stones Of Sorrow

i am the rock
and you are the stone
frozen to the touch
with nowhere else
to go

Dear tragedy
this is the awkward stage
lets not forget
it all comes back around

i cast my self into the sea
skipping over the world
seeing the sites
just to drown in my own sorrows
an ocean of pain
and regret

Dear tragedy
this is the awkward stage
lets not forget
it all comes back around

sinking to the bottom of hope
for now digging my self deeper down
for what we search we do not seek
and what we want but do not need
only to find a false identity
i dont see

Dear tragedy
this is the awkward stage
lets not forget
it all comes back around

oh so common
one recognized
oh so drama
two denyed

Open and Bitter

An Open Would, A Bitter Day

your glass is half empty
and mine is half full
your screams and shouts echo
off the walls of before
your lips are like poison
and my bodies out of luck
for my heart is still open
but your fingers can not touch
we are seperated by walls
only
existant in my mind
or heart
or just a simple kiss
both bringing together
and tearing us apart
but it can not feel
just fine again
ever again
never again

This one goes out to you

Dear Diary

dear diary this is your master
the king of your world has come to bring
you the latest news
of the heroes and heroines
and all my other useless thoughts
amidst this drought of emotion
and lack of devotion
i bleed my heart onto these pages
pouring out my soul in this liquid form
i cry out to you
with little to no respone from you
i beckon to you without a care
for recourse or reply

i write to you
my disillusioned diary
do you even care anymore
or are you
becoming a liar
like your cold hearted counter parts
without a care
or a dry eye in my house

i close this page
i shall return again
with hopes of revelation and reflection
and nonsense none-the-less
you leave me empty
as i do you
shallow thought from a hollow heart
good bye dear diary
i turn the lights down low
i cry my eyes out
and close the door

Holiday and the cannible witchdoctor

Holiday

Hello -
its the 4th of july
and i am sitting alone
as i look at your eyes
i cant begin to think
where the time has gone
and i ponder to my self
just to leave it all alone

its the beginning of summer
and the sun is bright
but the moon still floats
behind those eyes
and i question myself
did i make a mistake
did i loose my mind
or can no one else say
and my curious state
losing and loving and
cursing and shoving
and fighting and crying
and crying
and crying
and crying

Nothingness

Again and Again...

Bloody needles and broken bones
are far more interesting
than you have ever been
so i
search my brain
for a spot to hide
from my sense of feelings
and lack of lies
it burns my chest
and i start to cry
as the slow realization
of why i am
bloody and broken
still searching for something
what it is
i really dont know
a feeling
a willing
me breathing
for what?
nothing
congradulations
i am nothing
again!...

Experiencing Destruction

The Feet Of Destruction

Have you ever had your spine
ripped from the back of your chest?
slowly removed
with nothing else left
my heart on a string
trailing 'til death

'til death i want to - hold you
but i
presed back
by daggers and knives
beautiful prying eyes
this barracade
it seem to stare back
and stare me down
as they hold me back
i stumble and slip
a chance to express my self to
this person i see
a laugh, and i see our life
id scream my heart out
if i had one left
enjoy it while it lasts
just dont let my blood
stain your sheets when i am gone
dead and buried under the weight
of what was once a my distant world

A heartache,
a heart brake
a nothingness left
in this empty hole
a cornerstone
a cornerstone
a lifeless stone
alone tonight
with a smile
fall asleep and make sure
to
dream
of
me

Welcom all you brave boys~

It's A Dirty Job, But Somone Has To Die

Lovely i seem to be
A happieness that only i want to be
the world seems to be feeling why i lie
here on the ground in the sand in the stone
it was like a tear drop made of dirty glass
a bloody emotion of stone and flame
i may be here but no one sees the end
lets run and scream and maybe we will find
the end
congradulation mister winter welcome to my home
here's the door, here's the window make your self at home
but dont forget to break in and steal my soul on your way out
welcome to the hall of the brave.

I introduce you to the "world"

i am a rather complex person. about 4 years ago i started writing a book called "Dear World, thanks for all the destruction" it is a collection of Poems and thoughts that i started jotting down and it is very interesting at least i think so i am going to put it here so people can actually see it and so that i might actually finish it seeing how i am more inclined to type here if i think, hey maybe some people will read it then if its just me writing or typing and no one ever sees it. blah. well.........i hope whoever is out there is ready for this... if not well i am truly sorry