Sunday, November 21, 2010


twenty one years
of bitter affairs
shaking my fist
pulling out hair
too busy to live
too busy to love
lost and mislead
guidance from above
is much needed
and cherished
to teach me
before i perish
to rid myself
of too many errands
to make time for love
for family and friends
working my life
into the ground
with a smile on my face
and no one around
im withering and alone
looking for hope
but i still run away
a pitiful dope
running and tripping
falling and failing
breaking my bones
but not moaning or wailing
letting the pain
eat at my soul
i need a rope
to get out of this hole
my life is passing
in front of my face
i just hope soon
i find my place.

Thursday, June 24, 2010


if i could
i would
throw my elbow
at your face
break your pretty nose
put you in your place
if i could
i would
knee you in the throat
then leave a sticky note
with a quote:
"break my heart, i'll break your bones"
lessons learned
tables have turned
you are now where i once was
i do understand
i just dont care
so i wanna pound your spine
pull out your hair
break your back
snap your arm
this is just a poem
i mean no harm
unless you contact me
one more time
you're mine.

Thursday, May 13, 2010


if i had a dime
for every moment i wished
i could go back in time
id have enough money
to build a time machine
and rewrite everything.
if i had nickel
for every joke you told me
every laugh, every tickle
every inside memory we shared
nothing compared.
if i had a fucking penny
for every time i think this
for every day
for every kiss
every story we ever told
thoughts of us
both young and old
the life we planned
the time that spanned
living in the moment
then it was unknown
but now...
if i had a dime
for every time
i regret losing you then
id be the richest, sadest,
son of a bitch theres ever been.
im sorry.

Monday, March 1, 2010

you know who this is about...

with every breath you take
i hate you a little more
with every mistake you make
within me, more hatred is born.
every morning that you open your eyes
is another miserable day
ive never in my life despised
anything so much...go away.
do us all a favor and disappear
it doesnt matter how
let me make myself clear...
drink some cyanide
use a gun
or maybe a kife
i know you have one
youve stabbed me in the back with it
countless times
you're the reason
for all of my rhymes
do me a favor, put your hand on your chest
where your hearts supposed to be
notice its not beating
because its empty
gve yourself a shot
or you could take a pill
you want someone to help you?
i know someone who will
do us a favor and disappear
remove your face from existence
cause no one wants you here.