"formaly" poems
****** comersials on your average tv
next a show about teen pregnancy
followed by todlers in tiaras dressed as prostitutes on tlc
parents blaime others for 16 year old mothers
and guys who are allready left there seed
this isnt what its supposed to be
somethings different but when have life ever been as it seems
irational thoughts leave children with adult like dreams
, such as one day ill be the one on a movie screens
makin more money then my parents have ever seen.
intangible like the concepts we hold of love
. thinkin physical prosperity is owed since birth
but the only thing that is certain we shall die and decay like all things on earth
. then to those that beleive in love it is just a dream to keep our minds from becoming caotic and obscene
formaly known as lust to me
so then theres the question is it worth it to love at all
so you must ask if the high of belonging is worth the fall?
like love is a narcotic that we are injected with at birth from the first time being held.
instantly addicted going from good days of smiles and your feet light as air
to the moments claiming you dont care but you cant stop shaking and you pull out your once beautiful hair.
thinkin looking at the stick wondering why would you go there
why did you let him carress and touch u
why did u ever give your purity up.
he wispered sweet nothings but you could never tell,
you could of even made him wear protection but now you think of you parents n how could you live this hell
you created this child inside of you
little bump a light kick as your face turns a new
this warming glow thst would change your life
but now mommy in the tub found her knife
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC
"Have we met?"
"Not formaly."
"What are you?"
"A theif."
"You don't look like a theif."
"I know. I look like a belssing don't I?"
"Who are you exactaly?"
"Time."
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC