The journal
587 entries — poetry, lyrics, photographs and passing thoughts, from May 2014 to July 2026.
Sleep
Repitition
Everything but ordinary
Funny how She thinks I dont see But I heard what she said And she's everything but ordinary There are reasons I can't seem to explain I wish I could think of something else But shi…
So you know
Words are so hollow Yet I remember them all Yet with a single look I never wanted anything more Its all meaningless I see But its something you should know I was freezing my ass of…
Bound
We are bound on a wheel of pain In a city with a heart of stone I would ask to be left in peace But there are sins for which to atone That which has been never leaves The past woul…
The clearing
There's a man standing in a clearing Lamenting all that we was The payment has been made But he paid more than he lost Memories line his pockets The thoughts choke his breathe He u…
Permanence
There is never hope Its just a lie These are the pieces Of my fucked up life Its the nothing's Of all that could have been Wishing impossible things Close those eyes, dream Even th…
Obvious
That which seems obvious Is never quite as it seems Some things taken at face value Are never quite like the dream Wincing very often looks like smiling And what we see is not what…
Tolerance
Many believe tolerance is a virtue But then at what cost? How does tolerating lies serve any purpose The world is unjust because we allow it We turn a blind eye to transgression Si…
Forgiveness
im standing in the middle of the highway needing some direction since I've lost my way the cars are screaming passed me there are worse things than death, so I'm not afraid its a l…
early morning
The inevitable collapse
Surrender
It's a silence A single moment where it sets in The surrender comes in a single heartbeat And it's over Your whole life Everything that came before is gone And nothing more could e…
Clarity
One thing has become abundantly clear, he thought as he sat in traffic, weather not sure if it wanted to rain. "there's no comfort for me, no escaping the memory, no future, just a…
20:58
You think you know me The same old face you see every day You think you can sum me up In some casual old way You don't know that each time I held a rose I got the thorns You think…
How
I could easily fall, but how do I do it
Books burning
I'd like to burn my memories Like books in the city square Just as on May 10th 1933 I'd like tear my thoughts out And drag them into the street Perhaps then, I'd be free I'd like t…
21:23
It's a feeling of death A lack of any kind of purpose A dreary blur of time It's the constant sway The indecision, mundane The thing you cannot define It's never the demise of othe…
22:04
The dreams just sit there Like leftover cold coffee at the bottom Of a mug that's already brown with age Yeah I seen this episode before Wishing in fact it was something new But yo…