Chicago, Illinois 19.
I'm a writer just trying to get noticed, honestly, that's all I want.
Life does not make sense unless I am writing.
I write poetry as a therapy. 11 followers / 413 words
Cycles spin and twist about, but nothing drowns out the awful shout, without God's help all that's left is just doubt, lingers ahead, only to sprout, drown the cycles, empty the spout, You know that you're dead, there isn't any way out ;
Raindrops fall at a steady pace and I inhale the smell of the air and boy does it smell amazing… Fresh, new and exciting… It’s the one true thing that makes me calm, makes me forget, for a split second that I had truly lost you. Makes me forget the fighting, the aggravation… the abuse that your anger had unleashed... It even makes me forget the time that I swore I didn’t love you… and just… Loved you.