10/29/14
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually