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 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 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…
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
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 ...
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…
Would you like me to write a poem… A poem about what is wrong? He is back and back with a vengean… A bloodcurdling anger has fueled. He visits me every day
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,
What if I told you sometimes I lo… I wonder why someone like you woul… What if I told you there’s no fix… Cause everybody’s already tried? Would you stay? Would you leave?
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,
My exhaustion has finally won My battle with it finally done Now we have become one And it sure as hell ain’t fun. I honestly wish I could run
I wake with heavy breathing Shadows dancing on the wall. I cannot see what is around me My figure growing small. I shrivle up in a corner
Black dust in orbit Cascades down like a parachute Rips on my shoulders This gravity hurts when you know t… The burden is heavy.
As I watch from the shadow I see your heart throb. Not a throb for love, Or joy, Or happiness.
How is it that our prisoners Are better cared for than our home… How come expressing yourself Makes you weird or a freak? How come I can’t tell you you’re…
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…