Ambassador Topic -

Misery

Latest entries

Poem -

Every mistake I have ever...

Some things are made broken, but are all broken things trash?

Every mistake I have ever made.

“I am built from every mistake I have ever made.” -unknown

I am built from every mistake I ever...

Poem -

Texas Justice

Texas Justice

Last Sunday, down in Texas, a killer paid a call;
To a sacred congregation, at a religious meeting...

Poem -

Carmine sunset

Carmine sunset

What a cowardly world we live
Where killing is justified
by Big Mac
who answers to...

Poem -

The Monster Of Monsey

The Monster Of Monsey

In Monsey New York last Saturday, around ten p.m. at night;
A monster came to visit, a machete held...

Poem -

Desperation fuels Go Fund...

Desperation fuels Go Fund Me campaign

Desecration, desertion, designation,
yours truly doth poetically dislodge
destabilization,...

Poem -

Melting point

I dreamt of you again
Your cameo was great, it’s only when my eyes open the nightmare begins
...

Poem -

Love me one more day, please.

A pair of shoeless feet, sad eyes that never meet, leaving my...

Love me one more day, please.

-Can you love me one more day?:
(My original poem below.)
There’s so many things I want to...

Poem -

Everyone needs to be seen

Oblivious to the chaos

Everyone needs to be seen

November 20th, 2019.

Is it wrong to sit here, and wish I had the guts to go somewhere, somewhere...

Poem -

Primitive Fear

Escaping Abuse

Primitive Fear

I'm sorry did I wake you?
I tried to tip toe past your door.
Was it your conscience that woke...

Poem -

The box

Will I ever escape the prison I built?

The box

I am the girl in the box, be it a cage or a cave. I am the girl in the box.

You see me everyday...

Poem -

Bad guy

I can’t scream
Can’t shout
Please let me out
Can’t sing
Can’t dance
I’m...

Poem -

BANG BANG

How Gun Control, Psychological Counselling, Awareness and...

BANG BANG

BANG ! BANG !

Did you hear that?
The echoes of gunshots through the empty school halls...

Poem -

Self reflection

Self reflection

Broken and dead lost inside , pain once hidden I can no longer hide

I’ve grown tired of this world...

Poem -

Moving On

Each day was a struggle,
Never caring unless,
We were in trouble,
Each day with him,...

Poem -

Wilma The Philippines Kitten

Wilma The Philippines Kitten

Wilma was just a tiny Kitten
Alone and fending for herself
No food for her provided
...

Poem -

Paraskevidekatriaphobia...

Paraskevidekatriaphobia logical as any other phobia right?

Superstition(s) stubbornly linger
impossible to shrug off
(cue Atlas) courtesy pointer finger...