A Poem Is just a Jumbled mix Of words, shaped And shifted according To the writer's every whim- Lovely, gray, unexpected, cliche, Harsh, crisp, ragged, soft, or pointed As an Arrowhead
Broken hearts can't mend amends; so forget what you've seen, Forget what's been said. Without each other, we are one short of alone; Two deadbeats, one heart beat, short of being dead.
I am just me in an empty sea Of absolutely insane women Trying to make sense of myself I feel so different from everybody I spent my life thinking you were talking about me Why did I feel this way? I was a distant, distant, distant thought.. Sick sick *****
All I can trust is my gut Y'all tell lies One after another You're just puking on each other What's the point of family ties
i am the sadness i am the hurt i am the thickness of the ammonia seeping out the walls don't wanna be around it anymore but what makes me feel best is a little bit of yip a little bit of puff somethin small and hard to slow me down zone me in clear me up i don't wanna be around it anymore *no dear you're not enough is that what you wanted to hear?