life as we know it


Greenville, NC

Likes tattoos & other arts, writing/ poetry


You’re just a memory I’m working to forget I’ll die a martyr before I live with regret Look in my eyes and see there’s nothing left cause all the world’s oceans couldn’t fill my empty chest

One day things won’t be like they are


I get it and I understand, but how can I be the only one to feel this, is it denial you sleep with, do you push it down bc it’s not something you like the idea of, are you so caught up in your self, can you not feel home calling, I feel it everyday. Let it go and feel.

What do you want, if proving yourself is what you need, then try, come save me

And when the time comes you’ll know, these dreams become more vivid and I can’t seem to grow, im attached to a notion of wanting what your looking for, but I can’t keep from thinking, greener grass lays on the other side, so I bide my time, keeping what’s mine intact, leaving no home to be wrecked, because I have what I’ve earned, and that which was never handed out, but I’ll keep your memories, the things I wish I could throw away, but I know better, let’s just leave it at that letter, but it was just a drawing of so many questions, was love in your best intentions, please don’t think that you have just left me broken, you and I were broken long ago, this was something our fingers just weren’t nimble enough to sew, I don’t want you to feel sad over my poor ol heart, it just wasn’t like it was supposed to be, I know that I’m not what you need, but I’ll still love you anyway.

Really sick of this shit, dreaming isn’t even safe why in the hell do I feel like this

Perhaps she’s too focused on her goals to realize that love could be knocking on her door, or she’s so comfortable with being in control that the thought of surrendering even a little bit to someone else makes her uneasy. There’s also a chance that, despite her outward confidence and undeniable potential for success, she’s extremely insecure.

I just want to find that place, situation where life draws a curtain, and spotlights the main point, but I feel I’m blinded by a weight that I carry, which isn’t mine in the first place, I stay drawn to my conclusion of insecurity, so I don’t drown in people, I’ll stay here in front of my path but unaware of the direction because I’ve been made unsure if everything, waiting for this summer to draw a close, hopefully the cold will shake these bones and I’ll move into a better home.

Shrouded around, the call to all the silent sleeping, couldn’t have been forward, taken upon your feet a path that I left behind, reflecting my past and you chose to walk it down, yet forced me to stray, direction you gave but you chose to be that snake among the grass, knowing the heart strings to play, defile the cavity inside, spill your blackened words into the air, and let the lambs breathe it in, cryptic in prose, I’m glad you gained a foot hold upon my throat, but I don’t believe you have ascended high enough, snap my vertebrate to gain the ground you have lost, I can give what is left so you remain golden in the eyes of your vanity, impressive standings of moral direction pushing for that twisted since, backwards your process and contradictory your actions, claim a view of respect for a temple, but shown upon eyes for everyone to see a dunce, how long will your ignorance toward the views you preach continue, let those still frame pictures be your reminder of a blind eye.

Your silence betrays the promises you made