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.

Friday, August 10, 2012

My body is a prism, reflecting light across the borders.
My mind is a prison filled with thoughts that burden my brain.
My soul seeks relativity and freedom from being enslaved.

I can feel my heart turn to stone, all the things that I cared about don't matter anymore,
I can see how people turn bitter, the world tosses your life around, until you are worn. 

I've learned we are all selfish, defending ourselves,
You are wrong and I am right, whose to say it so? 

All I ever wanted was peace, the closer I am, the more I am alone. 

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