I am a semi-professional violinist and pianist. I write poetry to vent or express myself through all sorts of situations. I don't consider my poetry as a talent, but as a survival tool. |
I'm walking through a park
A lamp post lights my way...
If Jesus were here as your Best Friend
You'd both go to the skate park around the bend...
You're all alone, sitting in a chair
In some room, far away somewhere...
Raindrops run down my window
It's been raining for three days now...
We both stare on through
We stare through all of that...
I carve your name out
In my blood on the floor...
Part One: Carving
I dim all my lights...
This is a message from the frayed
It's from all of us who have been played...
Only once it happens, has it happened yet?
As I hang here, tell me when I'm dead...
Vs1: You make me so mad, and I wanna be mad
to me you are now dead, and forget everything that...
A true Prince does not play Emo cutting games with his sword. |
Life is like dry ink on a wet page...yeah, that's right; it doesn't make sense. |
I was about to write a quote about forgetting, but I forgot what I was gonna write. |