Hidden in shadows, Desperate to be seen, Longing to be heard, Yearning to fill the void That fuels every Fear-soaked thought. So long admiring the spotlight. So long just begging to be loved. So long wishing I was the hero. When will it be my turn? The eyes start to notice. The mouths start to speak. The […]
Category Archives: Poetry
Blurred lines on bleeding walls Seeping with secrets no human can hold. That single, hollow, faint echo calls And leaves me here, alone and cold. Bitter memories dance in hallucination While promises turn to lies. Meaningless words, a harmful incantation, A snake sent to ensure demise. Which way to turn? Which path to take? Which […]
Throw your words, throw your fists But you’ll never conquer this. Run your mouth, play your games But I’ll put you all to shame. Wear the face that you mean, Not the fake one that we see. You’re too weak to admit That I can see through all of it, no. Children laugh, children play […]
Congratulations, you’ve drowned In the woes of your self-pity. Consistently, you broke me down Defining infidelity. Promises and twisted words Float behind me in a blur, Judging me and saying I’m At fault for your contorted lies. Your cold heart, it broke me down I hope that leaves you happy now. Say one thing but […]
We walk the thinnest line Between love and hate. A pressure inside consumes Every thought, feeling and word; Oblivious to the life We thought we could endure. Hatred fuels deep While love continues to dance, A hollow spasm of sorrow Lapsed to the brink of destruction. The past lies rightfully in the past As the […]
You have no right To be mad at me for being different, When the walls of segregation are Crumbling down from the past, The screams of souls long forgotten still Haunting America’s dreams as you try To put down those who you deem “Not worthy.” You have no right To come at me with […]
The eventual is an enigma, An inquisition common in our minds. What will come to pass is dark, forsaken In the eyes of man. Crystal glasses filled With silver smoke satisfy some souls with A false hope, but no one can ever change The fated, inescapable future. A mockery of evanescent light Turns our minds […]
I hate moving. I’m going to start this post out by saying that. It’s taken up so much of my time recently, and I haven’t had a moment to sit down and write in almost 3 weeks. Not. OK. Maybe that’s why I’ve been so angry with everyone…I can’t make up a character about them […]
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