Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
Some nights she will reminisce on the memories of you
And some nights she will wish she never met you.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC
Beauty in all,
Her beauty in awe,
Angle with flaw.
Had me awe.
When words tend to stick right in my craw,
Failing to escape out of my jaw.
Glorious and raw,
Common law,
Lets get involved.
She got me hooked like a bra.
Lets run far
Get hitched,
Married by law.
She's a star.
So when we fall any wall, any stall, any crawl, any pause
Any scar, any flaw
You're my angle with flaw.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 1:13 PM UTC
She is art.
Every design, curve and line is perfectly perfected with God's paint brush.
Every drop of color is perfectly mixed.
Adding spice and hue to her personality.
Bright and bold.
Dim and quite.
She is a work of art.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
Straightforward when I speak
But when I begin to write these words
They curve as they lie out on this sheet.
Making every word flow to the rhythm of this beat.
My words become a taboo.
In a Haiku these words excite you.
I give poetry color.
And add words to music.
Some poets just don't understand how I do it.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC
I hate the empty nights where my mind wanders to the unknown.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
I hate the empty nights where I feel so hallow inside.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 6:18 PM UTC