My love was once a forest. It grew tall and was abundant.

What's left now is but a seed in a desert of sand. Sand spitting up into the air, the seed weathers in the sun.


Was this fate brought on by natural occurrence or was it simply that a boy never grew up and instead gave himself away too readily.

Naively I have searched to find myself and all I have found is loss. Loss of friends, money, women, and my sanity. All I had to do to find myself was look in a fucking mirror but instead I went to college to waste a whole bunch of money I didnt have for an education I barely received which inevitably ended up with me being stuck in a job where the people I work with are absolute retards half the time. If I ever had any confidence it is definitely lost now.

BOTTLE EMOTIONS INTO POETRY IN 3 - 2 - 1:// INITIALIZING



Feeling hopelessly stuck here.
Feeling hopeless.
No where to move.  No inertia or focus.

Maybe thats why I choke down the smoke daily
Maybe I wear these chains vainly.
Even though I know the smoke helps hold me down.
Making me Scattered, blinded, tied, and fouled
The pieces: everywhere and unaccounted for
are like a maze scattered on the floor.

they once were a part of my heart
but are now just remnants torn apart.