3 Strangers
Three strangers sit together on a park bench
Three separate lives bounded by fate
Three rejects alone in society
Filled with loneliness, regret,and hate
Stranger one is just a boy
He's been known to steal and deal
At 13 he caught his first offense
All he wanted was a fresh meal
Stranger two is a beautiful woman
Though she's been branded as wild
She sells her body to whomever
Just to provide for her child
Stranger three is an elderly man
Who likes to drink all day
His whole existence is filled with pain
And he just wants it to go away
Three strangers sit together on a park bench
Three separate lives bounded by fate
Three people together in this world
They will never forget this date
YOU
You already know
I'd trade my whole life
You already know
I'd give it all up
You already know
This is all for you
You already know
I have nothing left
You already know
I LOVE YOU
Therapy
I write little poems to stay alive
Because I remember when I had no outlet
I remember when I was alone
It's my therapy
And I am still alive
I’m not as think as you drunk I am
One shot, two shot, three shot, four
When I say go, you pour, pour, pour
Don't pity me, just give me more
This drink will even the score
Sing My Songs
When I'm found laying in my bed
Or when a bullet hits my head
When sorrow drowns my heart
Or when the madness tears me apart
When the alcohol does me over
Or when I can't really stay sober
When I pick the perfect time to fly
Or it's just mt rime so say goodbye
Promise me that you'll sing my songs
And get the world to sing along
Rambling 2
At my office drinking my ice cold coffee. Someone told me the world was ending. I don't really know the difference. People hate what they hate and love what they love but what are they indifferent about. For me it's almost all of it except her. I pray to someone who I doubt listens and the only thing I get back is memories of times that I try to escape. I hug my father as his fists are red with my blood. I watch my idol be rolled out of his house on a stretcher covered with a blanket. I lay there in an upside down car wondering what's going on. All memories I try to escape. They keep coming back to me. My life is a book that was written by multiple authors. I try so hard to take the pen and dictate the story. I need to go back to work. But I can't. I want to lose myself in words. I love her. But the being that I don't believe in doesn't seem to believe in us. I drink my ice coffee wanting to be in a coffee shop with her. Listening to some guys pretentious acoustic music. Planning a life together. We could just be young and insane and immature forever. Poetry is just the voices in my head being written down.
Nothing at All
Sing to me in the shower
As the tears fall
And I'll tell you I'm feeling
Nothing at all
Death Has A Door
He was just seventeen or eighteen
It was the first time he ever had gotten drunk
He needed to escape
He needed to free himself
He was this party that had gotten way out of hand
It was a friends' house
He drank and smoked more than he should have
He was on the floor vomiting and seizing
The life was leaving his eyes
He hoped no one saved him
Rambling
Your ghost never left me and I never put the bottle down. I can't unsee you. Why can't I get rid of the thought it you. I'm drunk and alone and afraid. Only I'm not alone. Not really. I drown in a sea of people every day. But of all the people in the world I only want you. Yet I see you everywhere I look and it haunts me in the worse way. I can't be happy. Not truly. But I no longer feel sadness. I just feel empty. I just feel nothing. I try to submerge myself in work. I try to do as many files for as many residents as possible. I try to feel joy as I help people get off the streets and into an apartment. But I feel nothing. I feel no joy or relief or pride in what I do. I drown my sorrows in bourbon and try to forget you ever existed. Only I can't. I'm cursed with a terrible memory. I forget so many things. Yet you won't leave my mind. I try to be a pretty poetic person. But something about you always leaves me rambling.