I can't talk any time of the day I'm at my boiling point There's nothing more to sayThis is a complete disjoint Don't say thisYou roll your eyesThis is not happy blissThis is no surprise I'm depressed and hurtMy headaches are backTired of you being curtI'...
You tell me you'll change Each month it’s the same shit Your behavior is beyond strange I really wish we could quit You never have any time for me You 'yes' me to death I wish I could leave you and be free I really need to catch my breath I’m so done with...
as the soft birdsits gently on her smoothpatient eggseven so my handrests on your tiny lifeless head
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Sing silence a song of a void in the nightWhere the stars sink in oilAnd vain they scream outAs the phantasms suck all theirBright shine awayAnd the glow of the...
Crush rose petals between your fingers, or a mint leaf, and it expresses the beauty of its distinctive essence when it’s bruised. I think people can be like that, creating great art and literature out of poverty, sickness, prisons, wars and abuse. The chi...
A Prayer I got a call yesterday from my love. She said she ran into my boss and he asked her why I was a grump. In the last couple of weeks I had not smiled. She smiled wanly and agreed with him; she too had not seen a smile from me in awhile. Was it her,...
Never have I ever, nor will I ever. . . A firsthand look into the pain of a young girl's first love and her corresponding first heartbreak. Life is messy, and all you can do is pick up the pieces, brush the dust off of your shoulders, and move on. Never h...
Difficult to see the brighter side of life.Hidden away in dimness, feeling strife. Inadequacies, linger in the shadows. Darkness, spearing wits like arrows. Memories of a childhood stolen early.Growing beyond years too fast surely. Guilty thoughts, a chil...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I amNothing.AndSomething.Something andNothingThat float in the ether,Shadows of grace on the ancient days;Patters of rain on the rocks of suffering;Bolts of blu...
I paint with wordsMy brush is my pen.Surrounded by voices of my loved onesI see a woman, Struggling to bear her burdensBurned as a child by her own mother for small transgressionShe lived through nightmare by grit and determination.She married a man, who...
I care not if the sky burns red and human flesh is seared. I care not if all souls just rot as many long have feared. I wait for when the birds don’t fly and locusts take the grain. I hope the fertile soil turns red from poisoned acid rain. I dream to see...
Why is it you run and hide? And never show the hurt inside, Where does all that suffering go? The wounds that you refuse to show.Locked like a prisoner in a cell, Alone to bear your personal Hell, A Hell from which you can't escape, But really, it's your...
