Stripes
I look to the woods to the south and i run for my life to it. three soldiers are chasing after me and i run faster but i can't stop thinking what my father would do to me, beat me, be drunk, and rape my sister.
?every year, every month, ever week, every day, every hour, every minute, every second
every year goes by and something's don't seem to change, every month a new event happens but its goal is always the same every week passes and people say things they regret every day passes and still we all try to forget every hour passes with a...
A Light in the Dark
#3 of poetry a short peom about that life is indeed hard but there will be lights in the dark no matter how small life is hard and cruel an unbreakable rule your end will come stopping your drum no matter the menace and harm the death you must disarm
Wasted Life
Am i destined to lose in life? or is it because i'm a failure? mind and body, i'm alone. broke my life in hopes to better. i stand here now to sing this song, but it doesn't fix the picture.
Pieces
I know people have heard this From time to time But people quite don't understand it It wasn't as common back then But now It's becoming more and more apparent Autism is starting to become more noticeable Not just in children but adults as...
Infected
A leech in my mind that does not take away, but instead creates a nuisance. Heartless am I without love and one to hold dearly; there is no substitute for the happiness that love itself gives. The sensations and feelings of ecstacy are irreplaceable...
Through the City
I look upon the city lights dreaming of a long trip. Am I the one driving? Not necessarily. I dream of a leader; filled with a sense of responsibility, honesty, and devotion. They want to show me everything as I want to show them. Do I...
A cedar wood box...
Look at the little marionette Dancing on those silver strings See the joy it's dance brings? With grace it moves across center stage It really was quite all the rage And the wizard behind the curtain, The grand puppeteer! It is for him the...
Poem #79: Upon a Star
_Upon a Star_ Sometimes I look into the sky And wish the stars were always there To see me and reassure me Because I do Find reassurance in the stars. They twinkle and burn bright A million little lights Watching over me. Yet the sky is...
Poem #78: Toast
_Toast_ The edges are strong but weak Crumbling into tiny pieces That scatter across the plate. Red hot metal burns Its marks and its heat into The soft bread Making it harder And crumbier The soft butter Melts into each pore of wheat...
Poem #74: Wading
_Wading_ Going through a breakup Is like wading through a sea Of french fries Before it begins, You think it will be delightful Almost like a dream come true. It is unpleasant while you are wading And even though you like the taste Of french...
Poem #72: Our Questions
_our questions_ life doesn't just give us the answers to our questions we have to wait for our minds to find the answers that it seeks. and this takes time. time that not everyone is willing to spend on just waiting for answers to appear.