"theraphy" poems
Bottled euphoria
And vials of happiness
Relaxant sticks
And melancholic lyrics
Are all that I have
A company to solace
As days pass
Whiskey and scotch
Are not enough
To make us laugh
To numb our souls
And live our lives
I bid farewell
To what used to be
And the rest called us
As we lust to see
The rise of night
A goodbye to light
We drown in toxins
And tragic feelings
As we wait to heal
Things we can no longer deal
Haemophilic hearts
Washed up broken parts
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 8:56 AM UTC
Don't write a book.
Professing this or that.
Even if it's theraphy according to some.
Then get offended when others defends themselves.
Really.
What did you expect?
When placed under attacked.
Face to face has always worked in getting facts.
Unlike written words written behind someone's back.
Cowards writes and promote the book for sell.
While knowing many times.
Some honesty is hidden behind fairytales.
Don't write a book
Unless you're writing total truth.
Because many innocence parties will come after you.
Truth wins out over falsehood.
Which in reality it should.
Celebrities, athletes and many more.
Loves the riches.
But hates the spoil.
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 5:41 PM UTC
Bottled euphoria
And vials of happiness
Relaxant sticks
And melancholic lyrics
Are all that I have
A company to solace
As days pass
Whiskey and scotch
Are not enough
To make us laugh
To numb our souls
And live our lives
I bid farewell
To what used to be
And the rest called us
As we lust to see
The rise of night
A goodbye to light
We drown in toxins
And tragic feelings
As we wait to heal
Things we can no longer deal
Haemophilic hearts
Washed up broken parts
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 6:38 PM UTC