The Scars I've Caused A mirror before meThe Scars I've Caused1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Glinting in the light.
It reveals fresh wounds
That I created in the night.
I do not know this person
Who's crying eyes stare back at me.
I don't understand why she cries
Though my soul longs to see.
What happened to this ragged girl?
Where has her joy gone?
I put up a strong front
Just so she can get along.
Behind all the lies
And under blood stained sleeves,
Pealing away the plaster
I finally see the marks my blade leaves.
I hadn't meant to go so far
To hurt the mirrored girl
But I was
So Much Love Is HateRain falls from cloudless skies,So Much Love Is Hate1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The pain you've cause revealed
In my two teary blue eyes.
When you hit me it made you feel so tough,
Now I've got two broken legs
And I'm trying to walk it off.
You get your power from making me feel so weak.
Now I have two injured lips
And I can barely speak.
You screamed at me and told me I was nothing.
My two ears can no longer hear
But I know what you said means something.
I carried your hate, raging hot like the sun.
My two arms are burned
Yet I carry on.
The Faceless GirlIf you took away the iron shellThe Faceless Girl1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If You took away the laughter
If you took away these things
She would rebel
Against the charade that was her master.
If you took away the happiness
and the illusion of fake courage
You would begin to see the shyness
And the Faceless Girl would flourish.
You would've seen that
She was not what she seems
The Joyfulness would break away
Revealing all her broken dreams.
You'd see she cried not from her eyes
For she had none
But she cried from her saddened soul
In the light she had begun
But the darkness took its toll.
She was the faceless girl
That no one seems to see
Her silent screams reveal
AddictionI'm addicted to the numb,Addiction1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But your drugs are pretty risky
I have paid your price,
But I'm still drunk on your whiskey.
I've thrown away the needle,
Yet the feeling still remains.
I'm low on your high,
And I'm feeling withdrawal pains.
Crawling back on my knees
Asking for a fix.
I know I shouldn't
But this stubborn Mule Kicks.
Laying at your feet
Smothered in your sin.
This must stop
Yet I'm happy sipping this love tainted Gin.
I keep coming back,
Drink after bitter drink.
You force it down my throat
Inch by inch it sinks.
I'm picking up your garbage
Like its sparkling gold.
I'm addicted to your poison.
I can't quit,
Quotes From My FatherUpon discussing what becomes of a person after they die.Quotes From My Father10 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Me: "Dad, What I'm afraid about death is that I don't know what happens after I'm gone.."
Dad: "Well, your body just disperses into the ground and it feeds animals and plants. Therefore a part of you just keeps living forever, on and on and on even after you yourself have died. And even when those plants and animals die they then will be recycled again and again. Over and over. So, really you never die at all."
Me: "But what do you think happens to your soul? I mean, do you think there is somewhere that it goes?"
Dad: "Your soul is just energy, like the electricity that powers the l
Insanity is Only the Beginning- Introduction There is a shadow that follows me, a mirror image of who I could be, of who I am. It always has a hold on me but I can't let it take me.Insanity is Only the Beginning- Introduction1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dreams are reality and reality becomes a dream when you're insane that's just how it is. I can't distinguish between light and dark, night and day, dreams and reality, memory and nightmare. It's all the same here in my insanity.
White rooms and white hallways, doctors or demons, whats the difference? Injections, Drugs, Pills They numb me but they never truly take away the voice that I hear. It's my voice, but darker, more biting and tense.
It brings back memories of dreams, or dreams of me