Poetry written when I was 14.
Brilliantly luminescent she sits u… demanding in his splendor he rises… defiantly she clings to that last… where the birds don’t sing yet the… when the day breaks the ground sha…
Land of the free? Ha! More like land of the dead! Where the broken stand on two feet… and march to the rhythm of a sound… Instead of a heartbeat.
Patient is the broken heart, like a snake underfoot. It lurks in darkness, out of sight waiting for a moment to strike. Calm is the naïve mind,
I’ve come undone been rendered obsolete sitting in my broken sanity I try to pick up the pieces I’ve come undone
Terribly everything, and pleasantl… both fill my manic eyes as I gaze into the never-ending de… the beautiful night skies But lo! The sky, it falls!
I feel like I’m choking. my life bound tight to the point o… trying to tune it, to make it soun… just making things worse Attempting to rehearse my carefull…
Oh dear sweet mortality does my pain taste of honey when i… or is my suffering simply pleasing… Is it pleasurable that my life is… Struggling upon embers,
So many people talk about broken h… the truth in my mind about pain I… like strands of copper, deposits o… buried deep within the earth, a fl… Many I have seen romanticizing th…
