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.
My name is one of common nature; you can find others like it around nearly every corner you turn. The meaning of the name varies by culture: some have said it means “Keeper of Keys” whi...
I ask for forgiveness and I am gi… I ask for trust and I am given un… I ask for faith and I am given do… I ask for you and I am alone. I look for hope and I find fear.
centerI feel a sullen breathing on… I turn and face my attacker feelin… Until I see his face... No, not you, not you again... You associate with my worst nightm…
There is a glow amongst the ceilin… A slight blue from the night light… The blue calms me. I am swimming in a sea of blankets Struggling to stay warm in the col…
Enduring the pain of heartbreak I walked into my room. Head throbbing, chest bleeding, te… I closed my door and turned, stepp… There he was; sitting in my chair
The streets are calling my name Saying, “Girl come and hit it! It’s a feeling that you’ll love!” Don’t you fucking get it? I got reasons to stay away
I see the change that has become. The sorrow we have brought upon ou… You used to write about love and h… Curiosities of your heart and mind… And I of stories untold.
What are you doing to me? I am immature, you say, while othe… You’re the reason I am like this, You’re my weakness. You find ways of crawling under my…
Black dust in orbit Cascades down like a parachute Rips on my shoulders This gravity hurts when you know t… The burden is heavy.
Everything disappears when you pul… My anxiety begins to vanish. I forget everything that is going… Embracing the warmth and safety yo… You make it easy to forget, to kno…
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…
I find myself atop a hill Watching the pastures down below. Wondering how my spirit has brome… It must be my time to let go. I turn and face the plummeting edg…
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…
I watch as the clock ticks time by Ticking off each second more And I feel upset. Why am I upset? “A multitude of reasons.”
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 ...