Shrug with false dignity Virtues signaled Calculating fractions Of what is left Pinpoint the point Within the point I'm trying to make Pretentious as hell With my poetic license A tin-can philosopher Of little note Weaver of words Offering up shallow Observations Commentary, judgment Of the world around me Too self-indulgent To see I, like …
Do people actually ever run through fields of flowers And if so why? So someone can take their picture, put a nice inspirational quote on it Feed it to the masses Disguised as an original thought As a child I ran through cornfields Not for peace or serenity, to touch God But because it frightened …
A want for destruction Held by A lack of faith In the oneself Wrapped in your Pious hope Choking on Identity indignation And the suffering Justified, subsists At the end Of a pointed finger Self-awareness Driven by A false awareness Defined By our self-imposed Differences In this we divide Disguised As compassion While the oppressed …
So much dropped Along the way Dreams Too heavy to carry Weigh us down In every attempt To move forward Till one day We wake and realize We've lost ourselves In this It's not much But I carry what's left Hold it close For it's all I have My faith That one day I will …
Wilted and withered Weathering the storm Crushed beneath The weight of time A simple weed Struggles to grow
“Where the hell is my god-damn pillow?” The husband questioned. “How should I know, it's your pillow.” The wife answered. “Exactly.” “What?” “Precisely.” “You know I hate it when you do that.” The wife sneered. “It's my pillow, so why would someone move it from where I left it this morning?” “I don't know. I …
I've got your once upon a time But not your happily ever after That lies dead ten feet behind me I claim I found it that way But I'm sure it's my fault At least in part Because I knew, have always known It never had a chance Not with me holding its hand Nothing …
