There is no worship now,'the ido… Within the spirit’s holy resting p… Millions before it bend with uprai… And with their gifts God’s purer… The prophet walks unhonored mid th…
Into these Loves who but for Pass… At this first sight here let him l… And seek elsewhere, in turning oth… Which better may his labor satisfy… No far-fetch’d sigh shall ever wou…
i want to call you and scream my l… i want you to feel this pain, this… but i know you feel it. i know you’re still here trying to… keep my head above the water.
How is it that I can remain Stron… When I’ve been tormented for so l… Suppressed, By a substances song. If life is a two way street,
Sheets thrown on the floor. Memories locked behind the door. You feet hit the ground. Trying hard not to make a sound. The creek of the door, gives you a…
I have grown, I have matured. My interests have changed, my mind… I have felt, I have seen, I have… My ears have heard enough cheap go… I do not tolerate hypocrisy anymor…
Who’s There? When mom’s not there, you feel bad… So what do you do? Turn to dad! But when he is not here, you feel… Like a forest filled with just one…
Taxi horns honking, at the one tha… The drivers yelling out of the win… To escape all the ruckus I go to… But it is not wise to go after it… There are bad criminals on the str…
Death sounds no warning as it calls you so sudden into it’s dark… Opened ground surround life’s wast… of thirty two years of your carres… Perching on it’s branch,
You really can’t imagine how I lo… I love the dancing language where… I love the songs of Homer, flowin… With a touch of human kindness in… I love the Alexandrians whose ini…
The walls of the old grey tenement house pap… sounds of life escape each apartme… invade another; a cornucopia of televisions, radios and stereos
Why should this Negro insolently… Down the red noonday on such noise… Piled in his barrow, tawnier than… Lie heaps of smouldering daisies,… Their copper petals shriveled up w…
I’m angry and I feel it and I can… I’m angry and I feel it and I wan… You hurt me and that pain breathes… We blazed a child this shit is wil… You couldn’t take it like a man
I feel your pain I feel you deep Your tears are silent But your heart is in pain Your hurt is lonely
Inked in red, is every obstacle I see us unraveling And right after that gently written in green is the growth that is constantly happening Like when I stare into your eyes or glare at ...
Like a jungle cat, with claws exte… Her eyes focused hard, as she tran… Deadly jaws, not from fangs, but f… Luring in prey, or chasing them fo… Like a jungle cat, just swishing i…
Being trapped in your own thoughts. Trapped in your own body. Stuck in silence with all the hurt and sadness. All they see is the fake smiles and made up happiness. The hidden pain b...
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Each naked branch, the yellow leaf… The rugged rock, and death-deforme… Lie white beneath the winter’s fea… Nor doth a spot unsightly now rema… On sheltering roof, on man himself…
My Eden Jade I am so Proud of yo… the way you act and the things you… You always have such a happy smile Think of me if only for a while Today is your day so do it well
I walked through the doorway into my own body and realized I’d never left the room
UN MISMO PLANO (sept. 9, de 2016) La pista blanca me hace figura, es arte y ciencia cuando me abraza con su llanura;
By Stanley Collymore You are an incredible young woman… inspiration: a fertile and welcomi… austere and unforgiving desert cop… smashed hopes, unrealizable dreams…
The United light over the water which you drown under. The shadows dissipated for the aggravated
I may not know the truth I may not know the reason I may not know the if or the why But I do know it’s time to let go… Fly away dove soar high in the sky
A pattern of footsteps A repeated saying A sign of familiarity A glimpse of humanity She’s in there somewhere
A drifter that does not belong, With no purpose in life, I pretend it doesn’t hurt, But it cuts like a knife, Life for me is looking grim,
Lost aboard the roll of Kodac– olor that was to have super– seded all need to remember Somerset were: a large flock of winter-bedcover—thick—
The world is shakin My heart is beatin My beat is skippin My blood is speedin If depression is caused by being w…
Parents dead By the wind she is led Needs a place to call home Instead of sleeping in the sea foa… Even when she is ill