It is in poetry that I see
the flight of the birds,
the colors of beauty.
It is in poetry that I hear
the precious melodies
that people hold dear.
It is in poetry that I feel,
all of the feelings
that never got to heal.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
My cup of coffee
reminds me of my mommy
She tried to **** me.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
The clock tick tocks as my keyboard clicks.
I kept my eyes closed. Tightly closed.
I tightened my hold on my blanket, but it's already there.
Already down there.
Looking up at me, grinning manically.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
Like a band aid, I fixed your shattered heart.
Like a band aid, I stuck too much
and now, I just want to be the scar.
Unlike the band aid, I can leave without opening your healing wounds.
And I also get to stay.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 6:44 AM UTC
As the moon hides itself in a black cloud, a suffering soul is screaming out loud.
Death of night oh, death of night
take me with you, let wrong be right.
Bring me pain, almighty pain
and let me never be the same.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 5:33 AM UTC
Here in the darkness where I hide,
where sunshine would not reach.
Where all the happiness in the world I abide,
emotions I refuse myself to teach.
I'm all alone anyway, what's the purpose?
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
You chased and hunt me down.
Kept running after me 'til sundown.
What is it that you want from me?
I'm just a nobody.
Don't you agree?
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
Who am I to you, dear stranger?
A lone stranger too.
Someone you can't believe in,
Someone you can't love.
Someone so full of sin,
Someone who fell from above.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
I'm breaking down,
breaking alone.
The pain seeps through me,
straight through my bones.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
The oppressed says,
"I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm infinitely suffering."
The oppressor says,
"Aren't we all?"
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 9:38 PM UTC