Where do you run From yourself? To day-dreams ? to temporary highs? To the never-ending motions of living? Where do you run When surrounded by mirror paned high walls? For at every turn you run into yourself. All that is left is something With no end, no beginning, Just the unrelenting turn of wheels.
The stench of sleeze and more than apathy...... A will to drag you through the mire With full intent To accommodate Everyones view A yellow brown slime covers A hand full of Tentacles....... Persevered in Perversity Groping unwanted....... Or Open arms understanding A unconditional love wishing to full fill youre dreams. ........ And takes off her ring Rams it down my throat with a contemptuous Fist .......... Then the twist When he dumps her and shes humiliated ..... She runs straight to me Tells me all about it. I console she feels whole and shes off with a Laugh ...... Its gettin old
the scent of a rose the light of a sun the glowing from a moon the dust from a star the tablecloth on your table the tree's roots cutting into the earth a world behind a window the rain sounding from comfort sea salt spraying coarse sand an aesthetic what a bore
Did l tell you Why l write No l did not You never asked I also wonder why you never bothered Probably you think I write because I am a writer Easy right No l don't write because am a writer But because I breath poetry I walk a step of poetry I got my heart broken by poetry My broken pieces were fixed by poetry I fight poetry I make love to poetry. That's why l write Not for fun but because am in too deep and l can't come out
anonymous poison, what did you expect? there's only one reason, we let you forget, but your torture and pain, was just a game, now it's our turn to ruin your name, so be prepared, for what's to come, the poison that hides, what you'll become