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never really love
What you gave me everyday
Was never really love.
It was toxic, poison,
You stained my blood black.
All of your words
I realize were all lies.
Even the ring on my finger
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lonely thoughts
I run to the forest,
The colors remind me
Of the color my eyes aren't.
Your screams are still in my ears,
They still echo
Against the blank canvas out here.
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death bed
You push me out to sea
With every toll life takes.
My wood is deteriorating
With thousands of years.
I've held village girls
And I've held mothers.
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Standards
Anxiety is encircling my fingers,
Every move I feel a twitch.
This pain is nothing new
And now my heart has a stitch.
I didn't want to break your heart
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The Ending
I finished the story,
How can that be true?
I don't want it to end,
What are their futures?
It doesn't feel real,
And I can't believe it is over.
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A Haiku
Just two minor chords
resonating in dark rooms.
Something new has bloomed.
Loves
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Why I write
I write to relate,
and to speak my truth.
I write to prove I know pain,
and to see that others do too.
I write to be heard.
When the world becomes a deaf frustration,
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For Every Time
Every time a women makes 87 cents
A man makes a dollar
For every time a woman gets spoken down on
A man is the speaker
For every time a woman gets called weak
A man is weaker
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Stuffies
They're always there when I need them,
they never run away.
They're always here when troubles stem
to hear what I have to say.
They don't judge
or hold a grudge.
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