old poems i wrote

-land of lost -
The land of the lost rest on the valley of shadows of death,
hearts with hand guns bleed their black love lost tears
while resting upon these fallen broken angel wings.
These paper heart promises ripple in the wind
and burn in agony waiting for a sign
that their love will be mended.


- Sleep -
Through pills and advice it's been
five days and counting without sleep
In a flash whispers turn into screams
everything seems to be falling apart,
trapped in a fake sound of progress
stuck in a world that worships lies.

sandpaper and salt are all i need
to scrape away the illusions that
perfection runs on silence.
If all else fails my nightmares are taking over me;
scared to sleep just like those kids on Elm Street
someone is using me like the rook in the game of Chess
An evil game playing my heart and mind for keeps.
Destruction somehow has become my only friend.


-Book of Good Name -
I keep a book of good names
to those I know I can trust
and turn to in those times of need
Do i have to tell you no one ever shuts up to listen
to the warning cries of others?
The media is the destroyer
They all think we are disposable,
who walk around like androids
on our hands and knees
at the beck and call of others.
Let's burn the truth away
so they can sleep and drift off
into perfect little dreamlands
of the lavish life of materialism.
They are the ones against the underdogs
who fight for the decline and death of the less fortunate
and the rise of the snobby inhumane civilians.
Media is the destroyer of our human existence.


- Vices -
Clawing, fighting, reaching. Gasping for air
Trying to find the way out of my life in hell
Regret has become my favorite friend
my infliction is no longer fiction.
I despise the person I have become
with so much to offer and a heart of gold
I've locked myself up and put me on hold.

Just like Sarah Winchester's house
I'm setting stairways of goals with no where to go
letting doors of opportunities fall to the ground
Screaming at the top of my lungs
for the past can't be undone
Years and moments forever lost
Become apart of history's mysteries.

Slave to my own vice
not worth the price
I've tasted my own bane
Fee me from these chains
Lend me your helping hands
burn my profligate lifestyle
hear my once silent heart roar
life is in my hands once more.


- Thrills and Spills-
I laugh in the face of danger
For the risk of failure
is the spice of life
Live, love and learn
No more regrets it's just a wasted breath
The choices you made
May not be seen now just you wait
Life's butterfly effect will unfold
Play itself out onto others or yourself
Life is a bumpy ride
an adventure to call your own
a continuous roller coaster ride
thrills, spills, ups and downs
laugh, scream, sing
never let go,
let your emotions show
You get only one shot. one chance.
So make the most of it and take a stance
ignore the negative opinions of others
always be your positive self