Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

I'm standing in the middle of the road,
The lines under me, beneath my shadow.

Blurs of metal pass, clear portraits of faces stop to watch me..
I take a step, but am frozen.
The once clear highway is swallowed in traffic. 

Burning debris, clouds of smoke,
Inhalation of silence and poison.  

If I withhold the truth, this road will end.....
Honesty will burn you like I have. 

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