This will be the last poem I write. I'm done with poetry. I'm done with anything I was once was or had. It's time to start over. It's time to forget who and what I was. Because I've begun to hate who I am.
I look at the clock and see that t… Tick, tock. Tick, tock. I wonder if I could ever make it… Slow it down, start it again. Maybe then I’d find peace in this…
If only I could find some truth In the lies that have become my li… I know I loved you without a doub… But I never meant for the strife. Everything I have done was for th…
Red dots center my chest as I sta… Fire burning in my gaze Strong enough to burn you with one… Raise my hands? You want me to raise my hands? To…
Most normal people can dream good… I guess that makes me abnormal. For I haven’t dreamt a good dream… Left to question my own moral. When it starts out good it falls a…
Step after step I march forward. Eyes wandering the icy horizon. As I search for answers to what i… I only hope to keep fighting. Hard work and dedication has gotte…
I am from the slums of Minneapoli… Crowded streets where colors diffe… Fists a fly, bottles in the air On this cold winter night. From mountains to magnificent pine…
Reliving the pain I had once felt It has brought me to a thought in… How do I ensure that he will be o… If there is a day when I must go… I don’t know what to do
Black dust in orbit Cascades down like a parachute Rips on my shoulders This gravity hurts when you know t… The burden is heavy.
It’s time for me to go, I need a… After all of the things that I ha… And now to a job with money to pay… For the things that I want, busy… It’s better than home but not quit…
center I’m trapped in a dark room, No windows, No doors. I covered every inch with my bare…
Thinking back to where I’m from Who I could’ve been When we left were we wrong? What if I should’ve been.. That girl off the streets
I gather my tears up in a bottle a… Watching as it drifts away, perhap… Free of sadness, free of pain, fre… Freedom to sleep good dreams of ha… No more twitching, no more screami…
Maybe I really do hate you, as much as I try to convince myself otherwise. Maybe I don’t hate you. Maybe I just hate what you did to me, what you put me through. This feeling of hatred ...
Over head the moon shines a heaven… Below the sea howls a gruesome sou… The in between is where I resign… A place I may never be found The stars fly by, one by one,
center Footprints lay in the sand But they never last As the tides roll upon the shores And sweep them away.