My door wide open, yet I do not l… My only visitor, a soft cool breez… I am alone, but lonely I am not; Realizing contention, my foremost… Whispering your name, Im glad you…
Welcome to, the forever mile; Here are your keys, and your corpo… What we do here, is learn how to l… Yet on some days, all you’ll do is… The terms you agree, are relative…
I can instantly acquire, what you… A very bad idea, I will always pl… Doing the dirt, that you’re unwill… Exposing to the world, a darker si… Yet alone with myself, is when I’…
I beg of you to cherish it; For once, it was all mine. Nourished, and had it broken; In a thousand years of time. Surviving on hope, but faith that…
Within my mind, I cannot stay; For not the truth, remains at bay. No cry of pain, nor fallen tear; Not even faith, will come near. This silent rage, comes of age;
I may have fallen like rain, but… I may be as bright as day, but I… I have bruised my ego and broken m… I have feared the dark and hidden… All I know is that I know not.
As far as I’m concerned, I have only one thing left to give… As far as I’m concerned, It’s all I’ll ever need to live. As far as I’m concerned,
Sometimes poetry can be something other than words; (e.g. poetry in motion) Well, recently I had the privilege of encountering poetry personified. I attempted to obtain one of those fre...
Hold not, to the heart, that may h… For the path you choose, may not b… Severed ties, and a thousand lies; Will never seem fit, behind broken… Of a goodbye kiss, you can always…
This is not over, not by a mile; It is perpetuated by love, born of… An unsure step, met with an outstr… A friendship ensued, this is how i… I rescued you from the night, and…
My siblings are Compassion. But my sight was dim and my heart was weak. I died. And was reborn. Now I live with a vengeance, and my parents reside within. My thoughts are light, yet ...
I, am a soldier of battle. I live, therefore, I train. Those that have come before me, mentors. My weapons; truth, compassion and faith. I was wounded. But now I am back with a vengean...
Cries the morning, of a wretched n… Binds the living, to it’s urban pl… Feared the most, are sights unseen… Yet still we beg, for it to be a d… A waning sun, that once burned bri…
Stoic are the eyes, as a city slow… Ignorant to the futility, even as… Though pangs of hunger, echo to th… No longer the prey, for now a hear… And with each new sun, risen by th…
The petals of a Rose, may only la… But the memory of it’s scent, can… And that, is what makes you beauti… Forever.
