This will be the last poem I write. I'm done with poetry. I'm done with anything I was once was or had. It's time to start over. It's time to forget who and what I was. Because I've begun to hate who I am.
centerI feel a sullen breathing on… I turn and face my attacker feelin… Until I see his face... No, not you, not you again... You associate with my worst nightm…
The streets are calling my name Saying, “Girl come and hit it! It’s a feeling that you’ll love!” Don’t you fucking get it? I got reasons to stay away
Maybe I really do hate you, as much as I try to convince myself otherwise. Maybe I don’t hate you. Maybe I just hate what you did to me, what you put me through. This feeling of hatred ...
Enduring the pain of heartbreak I walked into my room. Head throbbing, chest bleeding, te… I closed my door and turned, stepp… There he was; sitting in my chair
Dearest memories Of deepest darkest secrets Sweet serenities Swimming through a blackened abyss A smile of cancer,
Things have never felt so right be… Sitting here in the front seat of… Watching your beautiful green eyes… Wrapping my frozen fingers up in y… Embracing in a blissful, calming k…
I stare at the slightly lit ceilin… Trying to keep from sleep. I won’t let go because I’m terrif… Of what might come after me. I’m done with all of the nightmare…
A number of things can be done With the simplest of fine brushes. You can create a grey mountain ris… Fluffs of white snow atop Surrounded by evergreen forests
I find myself atop a hill Watching the pastures down below. Wondering how my spirit has brome… It must be my time to let go. I turn and face the plummeting edg…
I am standing in front of a mirror But it’s not my reflection I see. Instead of a cheerful, smiling blo… With striking blue eyes, I see a sad little girl;
I see the change that has become. The sorrow we have brought upon ou… You used to write about love and h… Curiosities of your heart and mind… And I of stories untold.
How is it that our prisoners Are better cared for than our home… How come expressing yourself Makes you weird or a freak? How come I can’t tell you you’re…
Would you like me to write a poem… A poem about what is wrong? He is back and back with a vengean… A bloodcurdling anger has fueled. He visits me every day
Black dust in orbit Cascades down like a parachute Rips on my shoulders This gravity hurts when you know t… The burden is heavy.
Over head the moon shines a heaven… Below the sea howls a gruesome sou… The in between is where I resign… A place I may never be found The stars fly by, one by one,