Head Games


This message contains an actual poem I wrote a couple years back that I randomly stumbled upon while going through old notes on my Facebook. The way I felt after re reading this poem is a bit hard to describe. I was going through a time of testing in regards to unhealthy, worldly relationships, however…

Wasteland Warfare


Waves crash loudly against the sand. They seem to say so much more than I could with this pen in my hand. Its amazing how loud the silence gets. How it reminds your soul of what it fakes it forgets. There is no denying that awkward minute. You look around the room of your head…

Addicted


To suffer in silence is a pain unlike others, A pillow over your well being that slowly kills you while it smothers A craving that laughs as you cry in the corner. A soul that is lost and frantically looks for it's owner. One pill, one hit, one problem, one regret, One crutch you rely…