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. 

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