~                
Putting sound                  
into the world
of          
         poetry

Hoping              
I'm  
*heard

They walked
hand in hand
Guided by truth
And a neon sign
One gloriously overjoyed
The other done with life
You see...
He chose another
And she chose a knife
Yet, fingers locked
They walked
Together
Towards the bright light
No destination in sight
Just faith
One considered fate
The other thinking it's too late
Talking, laughing
Crying, begging
To the end of time
One looking forward to
The other trying to decide
As they talked
Hearts interlocked
Together
Hand in Hand
*They Walked

❤


You
Can't Stop
What's Done to You
Just Survive
It


❤

I know you can't see
But there's scars on your heart
You've been deceived
And I know it's hard
But you need to just breathe
Take that deep breath and let it out slow

I know you can't know
But there's scars on your soul
You've been kicked while your down
And I know it's hard
But you gotta pick yourself up off the ground
Stand up tall and for now...  
Just close up your heart

I know things look like too much
But there's scars on the truth
You're been lost in his touch
For far too long
And I know it's hard
But you gotta stay strong
Hold yourself up for now
Something better will come along

Poetry is Reflection of Self.
Apparently,
I'm filled with
misery.

Thank God*
         I decided
    To
       Use
            Ink
Instead
       Of
  *Bullets

That look radiating from your eyes
              It's no surprise
To see the light bulb,
              Slowing burning out
You've lost it now
             It's a battlefield
The guns rest so heavily on your shoulders
            It's weighing you down
On your mind at war
       Only sounds released
The slamming of the door
                 Behind you when you finally walk away
        You're losing this battle
You'll still fight
          Laying in that field,
blood smeared
    Standing up,  you say:

"It's never over,  I'll fight with my last breath.  The idea of you, slowly brings me to my death!"
        
             You fall
Shoot off a few more rounds
Shout out a few more sounds
          In the distance,  
the past reaches her hand for yours
                You try to reach it,  through all the gore
         Then, just like before....
The present screams your name
    It's the same, sounds of bullets flying past your face

                  You're torn
You look to the past for a moment more
          Then you turn around
Stomping in all your stubborn scorn
      Guns blazing, you jump right in
Walking towards your future,  
           It begins...

            The fire, the fury
The art of the fight
   Brings out the joy in your eyes
It radiates light
        You're finally satisfied
             For those moments you feel pure bliss
    A sweet little kiss from death
        Bullets piercing though flesh
Blood stained grass,
       Copper colored dirt
It hurts,  you refuse to quit
             Bended down on one knee
Taking a leap of faith
   Raising a gun filled hand to the sky
           Shooting, the ultimate Mary
      No
                     It's over
           You die

*Your existence finally erased
       As you slowly fade away
The past stares you in the face