Monday, July 30, 2012



I'll drown my heart till it stops yelling your name.



I'll drown my mind till it stops remembering what you look like.



I'll drown my self till i stop wanting you.



I'll drown.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

My goodbye letter


The stars never shown for you.



The seas never crashed for you.
My bones never sang for you.
The leaves never fell for you.
I never fell for you.
I have been lying to you.



Not even one star deserves to shine for you.



The seas never deserved to move an inch for you.



My bones never deserved to think about you in the first place.



These trees never deserved to grow for you.



I never deserved to fall for you.



What ever they compare you to, your better.



They have all been lying to you.



So this seed that I've planted inside my head needs to be weeded, I never deserved to try for you nor write these words for you.



I don't deserve to love you the way i do.



Your so beautiful. No.



That word is filthy compared to you, every word I've written is filthy compared to you, and your not even close to perfect.



You think about sex, you think about death, you thought about me, once.



When I say 'No one will ever love you the way i do' I'm selfish. How could they not.



They say they wanna be me.



They don't know I love someone who is worth more then every love letter ever burned, every damn ever built, every bible ever written.



Your worth more then anyone can ever think of.



I don't deserve to write this about you.



But all i can do is write these God damn love letters about you when i never deserved to look at you in the first place.



That's why I killed you.



That's why i drug your body to my car and drove 3,120.9 miles to Alaska.



I picked Alaska because that's where you have always wanted to go.



And when i got there I dug the deepest grave my mind and body could ever dig.



I buried you with all the letters you ever wrote and with every thought i ever had.



But before i buried you i cut out your heart and i keep it in a old wooden box in the corner of my closet.



I took your heart because i couldn't let you keep the one thing i always wanted from you.



That makes me the most selfish person in the whole world, because i never deserved any of you.



But don't worry I'm bleeding myself dry from every thought of you.



And once i do I'll cut out my heart just to make sure it wont fuck up again, and I'll put it with yours in that old wooden box.



I'll let that box collect dust until I'm selfless enough to dig up your body and return your heart without thinking twice.
But until then. . .I'm sorry.








Tuesday, July 10, 2012

I want to run away

I have been stuck. I need a change in my life, I'm wasting away.









I can't write.




I can't smile.




I can't cry.




I can't tell the truth.





I need something new. I try to write it turns into words.



Just words.



I want to run away and live in the forest. I want to live off the earth, i don't have to shower, i don't have to look back.



I need to find myself.



I want to sing till my lungs collapse and i want to write till my hands shrivel and my pen runs dry.



I want to sing to trees and read to flowers.



I want to smoke my American Spirits till my body fills with smoke.



I want to run away and take you with me.



Can we please just go?



I need to get away.



I wanna hold your hand and run forever.



The mountains will sing as we play with fire.



I'll smile as you read me stories of monsters.



Lets leave this hell and never look back.



We can destroy the world together, i promise.

Monday, July 9, 2012

I met a friend.





A friend who inspires me.



A friend who is helping me find myself.



A friend who knows what it means to be human. . Even if he thinks he doesn't.



He is more human then most humans i have met.



He cares.



He sees what nobody else cares to see.



He sees what the world is blind to.



He sees beauty.



He sees honesty.



HE IS AN AMAZING POET




When the people ask



"You know who ____ is?"



The world will reply



"The writer?"






Doomsday




There is something new burning inside me lately.




These letters.




These words.




These songs.




Him.




Here comes doomsday.