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.
A number of things can be done With the simplest of fine brushes. You can create a grey mountain ris… Fluffs of white snow atop Surrounded by evergreen forests
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.
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
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…
As I watch from the shadow I see your heart throb. Not a throb for love, Or joy, Or happiness.
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…
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
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…
center I’m trapped in a dark room, No windows, No doors. I covered every inch with my bare…
There he is; The one who awaits He who watches as you slowly give… As you suddenly let go, Staring back at you is not who you…
I wake from a nightmare to immedia… Seeing that my baby is here to hel… His arms tight around me, his stea… He somehow manages to get rid of m… I roll myself over and look into h…
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.
As the wind whispers a hypothermic… I lay on the solid ground And observe the beauty of my froze… The icicles that fall from the bra… No leaves to portray their beauty,…
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…
Black dust in orbit Cascades down like a parachute Rips on my shoulders This gravity hurts when you know t… The burden is heavy.