spring stands, breathing softly
the winters white is enough steps back
she can healthily breathe, releasing a sigh out
Give me your hand and let's dance gracefully
With an invisible face you're hidden freemasonry
We have naked delights on marbled tables ...
My thoughts are like the ocean they push and pull me in deeper into a dark mass of nothing but openness and out of nowhere it just comes...
Spider in His Web
Your boyfriend’s just like a spider in his web
You are entangled in all of the words he’s said
I died, but no one noticed
They continued on talking
As I simply passed away
They go on laughing
If you call her beautiful
Because of what your eyes behold,
She is merely the front cover
Of a story left untold.
emotions aren't present in his tone, nor his face.
yet, i can see how he feels.
hell, i can feel what he feels.
The Purpose of Life
People are wild horses
Whose highest purpose,
Is to be broke
When the Greeks spoke,
Of hope ...
This poem is a banger, just like a gun shot,
Its quick out the barrel and onto the page when i jot.
now what, is this a plot to gain...
Deep inside the belly of this beast
Demons dwell and monsters feast
Wearing human faces, drag me off to unknown places
My brother killed himself
Gassed sat in a car
I ran to try and get to him
But it was oh so far
He died alone and angry
Angel of Mercy
Just like an angel of mercy in the dark of night
Took the darkness and shone your halo light
My passion simply...
I'm trying to know why i was created
Is it God's creation or a photo shop creation
Is my identity determined by the crowd or the cross...
I can't think straight but I'm up to date on my situation. I'm told everything is great yet some how I feel my life's an abbreviation. Moving forward...