Disclamer; I am writting this on my phone
I sit in my little office...

It's easy to write a sad poem,
when your world is falling apart...

We lay upon cots and upon weary minds we dream,
We are all conformed, so it would seem...

Its been so long sence I wrote a poem,
All these things that made me feel at home...

We haven't talked in 7 years,
I just wanted to check on you...

Being angry is kind of my happy place,
I don't mind being the bad guy...

It begs for the blood
to kiss its pale white petal...

Sing little blue bird,
Chirp chipper sounds...

Bottles and cans litter my floor,
A path to my bed in liquored decour...

Days for flowers bloom in serine silence,
Men grasped for peace in mournful distress...

Life is a flower,
To be scattered cross the ground...

In the waking hours, has the sky
begins turn from midnight blue to...