Sleep Talking

This serves as a vessel for my other forms of art. Dark, mysterious, miscellaneous, weird, poetry and eventually I'll try to make this into a store for my music project Kro and my name for my poetry books "The House of Sleep.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Nothing

I love how nothing is there
Nothing
Nothing at all
I have never loved anything more than nothing
It is the thing that attracts me
I feed
I fill
I return to the watering hole
Nothing is there and I love it
Its different than me
It is every part beautiful as you are
It is everything I'm not
Even though its nothing

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

they are out again

go away
stay out
leave me alone
quit talking to me
how did you get in here
i said quit talking to me
leave me be
i've lost enough sanity and sleep over this
im tired of all of you
just leave me alone
get out of my head

Saturday, August 28, 2010

The Look

I miss that look
That crazy love drunk look
The look that can kill time in an instant
The look of love in your eyes
The look that said
I was yours
and you were mine
The look I love

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Blank

I wish I could pull the trigger and kill the bad guy without collateral damage
I need my peace of mind back
Time is killing me but preserving everything at the same time
I fall behind too often
My demons are having the time of my life
A field day in my daydreams and nightmares
Why am I a believer in my darkest hours?
There's too many people in my head talking
To keep track of
I'm at a point where everything could be lost within the blink of an eye
I'm weak
I'm tired
I'm done feeling this way

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Sero-tonin

I like to believe that peace exists even in the deepest trenches of abhorrent minds

Monday, July 26, 2010

Taste

I've got a taste for old
I've got a taste for new
I've got a taste for beauty
and a taste for ugly too

Monday, July 12, 2010

Desperation

Desperation
Its a sad thing
What people will do
What people will think
What people will say
In desperation

6/16/2010

There's a demon in my head
He likes to scream and shout
Tells lies and plays tricks
He is evil, dark, and heartless
He is myself
I am him
We are one and the same
I'm growing tired of everything in my head

Somethings I can never get around

Breathing, Thinking, Remembering
Too much
I still can't
I just can't
The sad arrangement of notes
Make me remember so much
So much I haven't thought about

1/05/2009

There's a rock in my stomach
That I cannot digest
Just like a thought
I cannot comprehend
My face was warm
The rest of me was cold
I felt like
I was coming down with something
This rock in my stomach
Will not dissolve

To touch my skin

She wanted to
It was her idea
She tried not to make it obvious, but it was
I could see it in her eyes
It seemed like a cruel joke at first
But it wasn't
It was only a dream
It didn't really happen

11/18/2008

Watching it all fade to gray
The thought that constantly fills my mind
The people, the places, the things
All go away
I tend to torture myself with my thoughts
I tare myself apart
I, more than anyone else, influence my mood
I am my best friend, my worst enemy
I find ways to make myself better
Then I tare it all apart
I'm not sure why
I guess I'd rather live in my fantasy world
Where I only can destroy my dreams
Like I'd rather destroy my own creations
Send my ships off to sea
Only to soon watch them sink