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, December 29, 2013

Troubled trees blowing freely,
I'd pray to medusa but she does not exist,
Depressed nest of newborn birds,
Their mom ain't coming, she has been captured.
 The air feels frigid to my skin,
I am shocked to find the truth.
Oh tell me what to do, but you know.
He won't listen to you.

Your traditions aren't worth anything to a man who takes no myth.
Your photographs mean nothing when they'll disintegrate anyway.
I walk this path with no ties behind me, break free of your shame,
The lesson learned in this life is to always be happy. 

Saturday, December 14, 2013

I've been going through some changes in my head,
The thoughts I used to think of are instinct from what's been said,
If I could explain this self discovery, you'd find holes that were dug into. 

I closed my door to the outside world, let the sounds turn silent, drown out the opinions. 
The one thing that stayed was what I cared for the most.
This physical heart pumps blood into my veins, the rhythm of my own song is what I'll play today.

Transformations happen whether you see it or not, my perception can be a dark one with a dim frame. 
When fear is brought in I build a wall, not allowing the negative persuade..
Yet here I that way.