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.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Off with your head and onto the next,
Do you for see my betrothed to be?
Go to your bed and bury your throat,
The screams you have choked on will never be heard.

A fine woman indeed who walked so dainty,
The gentlemen follow and bend down to their knees,
Silence she asks with a wave of her hand,
Go down to the place where my shoe can fit.

No sense in spilling the truth, no one can hear you,
She cries to her self and knows no one can help,
Let the rain fall down, let the rain soak herself.
The dreams you have wished for are a fairy tale. 

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Clean up your mess, there's no such thing has help.
Don't burden the ones you love, they'll never come back. 

I've been tired, I've been down, no need to sink you too...
I express my pain with words, but I don't blame them. 

All I want is to love and forget what made me feel this way.
She only writes when she's sad, the only thing that can comfort...
She make believes that she's important, when others ignore her.

Her eyes reveal her emotions, can't quite figure how to disclose them....
Yet when she grins, her problems are forgotten.

She has more hope than most, it's what keeps her going,
Has faith in others more, than her own belief.

She would like to make you laugh, to see you happy,
Although her time is limited, she doesn't mind waiting.

House of cards on the floor,
Pick them up before they dissapear.

Goodnight my darling may I have a kiss?
Not tonight I've vanished.

Sunset dies and lives again,
My innocent eyes have been damaged,
My mind has been shocked,
I might sink from the top.

Fear has taken me on a date,
Left me while I was powdering my nose..
Where did they go? they don't know.

I'm crying here like a child...whose mom won't comfort my fall.
I guess I'll just get up and love myself.