sentimental spoken words are caugh… mumbles, nods and stares, are all… Tiny tokens of requited love, slip… Like the lightly brushing of her h… Though she never tells me, i know…
I am darkness i am death the void in life the emptiness Outside looking in
Lashing out with verbal blows Disheartened threats to those appo… Yet these 'friends’ of mine don’t… I’m merely reaching out to grasp a… A soothing utterance, an embracing…
Sleep deprived and stressed There’s such a tightening pain wit… Worrying each night Hoping to see the light at the end of this dark tunnel.
Upon the dirtied squared tiles of… She cries for her mother, the one… Beaten and frightened, with more f… She cowers in agony, at the scars… The bloodied, puckered skin, angry…
The Golden rays illuminate his fl… Prickled stubble glistens upon his… Bushy brows, fierce and bold Outline the gaze that he does hold Ocean pools of blue gaze at me onc…
You bring me back from a world of… You save my soul from damnation as… You’re yet to know my feelings for… So I shall not give in to my woef… Being in your presence has drained…
The rain was pelting painful blows Its offspring dripping from my nos… The wind was sharp, cutting deep Blowing leaves in their defeat My hair was weighted in heavy stra…
“The rush, the buzz, the excitemen… All tumbling at my feet So much pure adrenaline That no one could possibly compete I’ve got this in the bag
My thoughts, overwhelming, mountin… So tall are my worries yet I’m fa… I’m crushed underneath them, beari… Filled with envy for those above m… So i jog.Simple. I jog to forget,…
Anger burns in the pit My stomach churns at the feeling Embers spark bright With fury and spite Anger singed my heart, its reeling…
I Will Never Know All of this time has been wasted Left staring at this hole in me The rabbit has ran out of reach Will i ever find my way home
Hearts are leaping Breathing quickened Rejoicing with madness Never to have known this feeling Paradise.
Dressed and prepared, Flowers in… He knocks on the door and stands o… I’m late again, fashionably But to him its a catastrophe Towel dried hair, tasseling down
In the early Sunday morning I wake from a sleep so sublime By the rumbling, thundering clatte… Which are these children of mine Sleep deprivations an issue,