I blink
And open my eyes
I think
And there you are
I can’t help but try to find you
In every human being on earth
I touched
I’m with
But still I can’t find your pieces
That would patch me back together.


Don’t you wanna be saved?
I wanna save you
But I guess she’s your addiction
A treat hard for you to get over
While I’m just here a substitute
Another flavor to taste when it gets bitter.


My thoughts all drained out
So give me an ample amount of time
To gather back my energy
Of telling the world how it feels
Living in stained fate
And once I sprung back up
It will be better.

My Poetry.

The thoughts inside
The words
They call
They still bleed and longed for you
The letters
The phrases all still about you
The poetry
My poems
Is what you are.

The Blue People.


‘People all around me
Still I felt alone
So I kept myself busy
Deep in my own world
I may look like the crazy one
But I’ll tell you I belong here
One of the blue people
In this world of black and white
My world spinning in it’s own
Would you take a ride with me?’



‘She’s all soaked in
Drowned in her illusions
Her made up space
Covered in blank ink
A million thoughts
Swirling, scattered
Now a harmful storm
Slowly taking her life
And now pleading
Get her out of this labyrinth.’

Negativity Of Her.


‘She’s the bright blue sky,
Mixed with humid and air;
She’s the still white paint,
Mixed with colors in a palette;
She’s the clear water,
Mixed with chemicals;
She was the rainbow,
Then there were the toxics;
Which touched her,
Until it made her black and white.’

Wrong Idea.

I smiled at you with my sad, tired looking eyes
That could be a waterfall in a spur of time
So I had to say goodbye and turn my back
‘Cause I know things were very wrong
But why I keep thinking it could be right?
I’m hurting and this should not be.