Sweepingclouds
Chicago
“The truth is,” he said, “if you loved yourself half as much as you wanted to, you wouldn’t put up with half as much bullshit as you do.”
id write a poem about
my wrath toward
our justice system, but
the only thing my
voice can screech, is
oh my god,
enough will never be enough
i pray justice for antonio martin
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
Just to be able to embrace you without looking around the room
Being able to kiss you passionately without caring
To say I love you and to hear you say it back
To be loved without fault
To have your love
No secrets no lies
No deceit
Everything's justified
A Love of My Own
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
The day that you finally left me
I think that mountains crumbled into the sea
The Heavens collapsed upon Hell
And the universe left my eyes and
Fled into yours
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
Hear it in your parents' words;
in their sugar-coated testimony of disappointment
and let it
writhe around your neck,
until the ground neath you
slips.
(For your own sake,
don't struggle.)
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC