About Me

My name is Lukas, I’m 20, I’m a crazy guy, crazy for love, crazy for music, crazy for poetry. I love Darker things they hold their own beauty, I’m a nice guy, but sometimes I’m too nice and it comes back to kick me in the ass later, I try my hardest to not let people walk all over me but hey shit happens. I can be your best friend or your friend because I’m too nice to be an enemy. I’m a way hard worker, I love to see things get done and I love the feeling you get when you accomplish stuff. I love the world and I don’t really hate anything even if I say I do I really don’t. I love to party and kick it with my friends I love meeting new people and trying new things. you can say what you want about me but I won’t listen because I’m the only person who knows who I really am and you look like a fool when you try to criticize me because you don’t know me, so keep your assumptions I’ll keep my facts. I love you all and I love that you hate me it think it’s cute. PS. yes all of the photos and pictures are original and mine.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

poison


It’s not a drug it’s a poison
That pulls you in and drags you down
Every time it makes you drown
In thought of maybes indecisions
Should have listened stepped away
Used your love another day.
Frustration builds, anger conquers
You take it slow and step backward
But it will pull you strait back in.
Cut its cords and never fall.
In traps of love and lust, stand tall
Let no words bring you back
To poisons’ lips they are his trap.
He talks so sweet and looks so nice
Look past his mask, there is no light
Pretends he cares to suck your life
Leaves you used, lost, and sucked dry
Dry of all your ambition, your love is put in submission
I warned you once, you did not listen
You were trapped in webs of indecision
Strung with words from poisons’ lies
You should have looked into its eyes
Looked past the fake into his soul
Read his thoughts and his goals
To him you were another snack, another victim
But him to you, he was much more
With thoughts of promise shoved away
You let your mind be played by his games.
Leaving trails of broken trust, shattered hearts into dust
Yet in time it will grow and you will find another soul
Who trusts, loves, and plays honest games
Who loves your flaws all the same.
When it happens you’ll feel his love,
And when you fall he’ll lift you up.
But poison still lurks in shadows.
So look where you step and know what you hear
For in his webs is tangled fear.

2 comments:

  1. Extraordinary poetry, all of this!

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  2. Plus, I'm so impressed that you know, like, and share The Pixies. Nice!

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