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Confined in a box
Waiting for someone to poke some holes
I can’t breathe
There is nothing in here
Not even a place for me to call my own
Four walls, not all even but make a square
I’m suffocating
Waiting for someone to poke some holes
I wish I knew what was beyond
I wish I had the strength
I am so dizzy
Waiting for someone to poke some holes
In a corner, small and tight
The air seems warmer here
There something on this box trying to get in
My heart is pounding
Waiting for someone to poke holes
A little shake, lock and key
Confided in my box I no longer shall be
The waiting is over
.
"Here's something that will make you better"

"Is it more pills?"
So sick of having this converstaion
most people don't read poetry because it's hard to understand
they don't know how to interpret what's in their hand.
they have read  century old poems with the " THEE'S and THOU'S
but i'm going to change that NOW.
i am known as POETLOU and i'm going to show you just what i do.
my stories will blow your mind, they are written in verse and rhyme.
they are stories of love, passion , faith and hate and of sorrows and abuse.
pick any story and you will see, that you'll get hooked on me.
let me take you on a journey where you've never been before
and i will open up every door.
yet the biggest door that you will see - is where your mind will be.

        ( food for thought )
if i was lying , i'd be flying  , and my feet are still on the ground.
ha-ha      enjoy the reads !      (C) L . RAMS 050115
louisrams97.wordpress.com  - time traveler poet
Heart aches tossed on beach
Once horizons so stunning
Red sun drowns in sea
 May 2015 Brandy Nicole
Born
I've been here
Playing with words
Playing with hearts

I don't know
.
.
.
I don't know
whether to hate you
whether to love you
whether to **** you

I don't know
.
.
   .
.
I don't know
whether to harass you
whether to caress you
whether to kiss you

I don't know
.
       .
           .
               .
                   .
I don't know
what love is made of
why I see stars in your eyes
why am at crossroads
 May 2015 Brandy Nicole
Born
i can't write anything
no idea
no words
feels like my brain is literally locked
 May 2015 Brandy Nicole
Born
Numb
 May 2015 Brandy Nicole
Born
Am worried
am afraid
if i close my eyes i might not wake up
we,strangers with so many burdens

am here,in bruises
am here,torn asunder
in pieces
covered in stitches


its dawn
the stories of darkness
invisible to many
have been washed away


Pound for pounds
I've been pounded
more than you can remember
puffy face
for a glorious pound
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