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.
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…
Your hands hover over the small of… While mine slip behind your head Resting on the seat we sit. Sparks fly as our lips meet once m… Volcanoes begin to erupt in my sto…
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.
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…
The leaves fall to the floor In shades of yellow and orange. A crisp winter breeze The distinct smell of fall. I turn to my left
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…
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…
I asked God what was to come, and I was left unanswered. I asked for an answer to my questi… yet silent was my room. I asked God what have I done,
I love the way you crack With such elegant and extraordinar… Splintering on the edges But strong and beautiful in the ce… I love tracing my fingers along yo…
My eyes have opened and now I can… What I have never seen before The beauty hidden amongst the tree… The tides upon the shore. I ask whatever gods may be
Silence, As I walk this lonely road. Silence, Unable to find my strengths. Silence,
The clock ticks slowly As I countdown the seconds Waiting for the signal of my relea… Why is it taking so long? I just want to go see my baby.
I walk this road in silence, In fear of what will happen. Wondering when I will be normal Because I’m not normal at all. I ask why I must be like this,
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 wonder what it is like to be a g… Would I care what my hair looked… What I wear? What I say? How I… Would I scratch my nuts and pick… Would I kiss girls and stare at b…