09/2013
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
