Tears
Tears stream down her face, she is lonely, she wants who she can't have, she understands why, he is harmful, not only to himself...but to her and her future as well, tears stream down her face, she loves a man, that will only bring her tears.
love's end
be on time and be prepared quickly I learned my soul was bared what have I sought, what had I begun when informed when I was to run of pushy and tushy and rules in verse I sit here and mutter, I snarl, I curse your rantings, they carry on lon
The Cost
I wrote this in approx 2min on very little sleep it was just bouncing around in my brain.
Fast Forward, Play
The weather has changed from blue sky to cold steel rain much like the rain falling upon the plains of Spain, or so I've heard, and so my mind wanders back to this poem from 2004. That was a very different time for me than now. People talk about baggage but I don't get baggage, I get fish hooks and they are much more difficult to get rid of...you can toss baggage relatively easy compared to fish hooks. They hurt going in but it's ten times worse when you pull them out. I had a lot of fish hooks in my hide and it took a long time to remove them but I did it. I don't have baggage, just scars. I like scars. Scars are honest...baggage is just creepy. Who knows what is in a dark, dank baggage? You might not know how a scar was made on a person, but you can see that it must have hurt and that it has healed. I'll let you see my scars if you let me see yours.
A Glimpse in the Mirror
Isnt life just grand
The Dawn of Day
I wrote this one for my late husband that passed away from cancer he is forever lover and never forgoten
Road Up (Translation)
Written by a young lady Oksana, in her language, my translation for her.
The Storm
I wrote this poem during a real bad patch in my relationship which of course ended. I was suffering from deep depression. I was in a bad place and writing always helps me to work through my problems. I don't expect people to like it or understand it, but it was written from the heart and fueled by a lot of emotions.
Now
what i do now wander from room to room sink from drink to drink think from then to now what i do now TV on laughing out loud pretending everything is alright what i do now word games like scrabble making words with no meaning company
my saddest moment
I volunteered to serve my country but I never knew what would be stopping in a desert town I shot a little girl down. Running toward us as fast as she could to beg any food that she could. We were to wary of what she could carry, for some us
to Allanaq of Altus
This poem is basically about two people who have both endured abusive lives, where one tries to reach another and express love, but cannot reach through the others pain to help them.
Them
The idea of love excited them Enthralled them Young love, how beautiful Somehow love turned it's back The hurtful words along with the bruises It scarred them forevemore Yet they were connected with an unexplicable force I sometimes won
umm no title
Crying in the night Exlpoiting those people It's taken me aback Relaizing those dreams were crushed And I crushed them Now Im paying And hoping or wishing It would be different Though it will never change
Short Poem of Mine :)
They rustle and blow I cannot reach them Beatiful as they be One by one They fall Withering and fading As all beatiful things do
Change
The belife that change is coming The hope that a new beginning is near She fell... And she fell Rock bottom she hit Hopes gone Dreaming never agin It failed her, one time to many
Pain
Her cries awaken me Stripping me of her hope The anger takes over Filling me with her darkness Horrific The screams The pain that is brought should be heard... Nevermore never again But again Her cries awaken me I wish I wish
She Was Broken
She was broken Simplistic In a realistic world She thought But the truth would be known Seeking everthing and nothing Still broken She was broken
Losing The Will
I wrote this poem at a very hard time in my life, when i was homeless
Putrid Soul
You putrid soul, you poor excuse for a humanbeing Who gives people the right to spout such hateful sayings Are they that ignorent to not know what they are doing Or do they not care for this heart they are scaring My tears mean nothing to them, m
I'll Try to Get over You
break up song i wrote a few years back
THE POPPY
TO ALWAYS WEAR ARE POPPIES AND HELP ARE FALLEN SOLDIERS IN NEED AND NEVER FORGET THE MEANING OF WAR
My Reflection
My Reflection My reflection in the mirror, my face so hard to reconize voices of reason fled, out of my mouth nothing but lies in my heart, an empty void, soul torn and tattered my insides a twisted mess,my life i've lost all that mattered
i see
what time should i call i wait when can i see i wait what time is good for you i wait you do it all i see everything that was ours is no longer me i see no family i see what you want me to feel your loss me alone i see me
Darkness
As I close my eyes The nightmare begins I cannot hide the lies I'm forced to confess my sins Suddenly, the darkness is alive I know he's coming to get me On my fears he thrives Free of his wrath I wish to be They take me to the master Yes, t
Crazy One Among Us
Confused and haunted and in a "crazy" place at the time I wrote this.
...she is no more...
...yes she is no more...its a fact..
Reflection
Why is it that everytime I turn around your there staring back at me? Your stare is cold,filled with anger, but watery with lonliness, your complextion is pale and unhealthy,your sweaty with nervousness. How can you walk around like that?,I am embar
DeAr DaDdY
This is something that means,... just that to me......something...and may it touch everyone, and bring tears to your eyes...as my past life has brought many to my sons
excused before accused (best left forgotten)
I've taken what I wanted, my whole life through never limited to what was thrust before me easier things got, the more my ego grew just always had to have what I felt brought me glee with little thought, of a thought, for another I squandered
A secret
I recently found out that a friend of mine was having an affair on his wife and she was also having an affair on him. They have children that are in university but are not attending. The parents have payed the tuition (several thousand dollars) and think all is well.Some of this is happenning right now and I feel that I was told for a reason and that It must be kept a secret. I am human and not a sounding board
dismality
it has begun process of dread, that which I fear but knowing full well it only was due there goes my joy seems to pass so quickly each year all spirit sapped when sweet summer is through ever the trees have too soon made to shiver thus shaki
Hold Me
Hold me,....Hold me close.. Hold me... like you never held nothing else. Hold me...hold me tightly, Please...please,..... Just hold me....
IN MEMORY OF VICTOR
This poem was written in 2002. The purpose is self evident. Victor was a friend. In Victor I learnt a lesson that happiness, like all events under the sun, is also transient. Victor could not realise his dreams however hard he tried. Sickle Cell Anaemia is an evil that can be destroyed by the will of man. We can and should eradicate it by taking the right decisions and not allowing the chemical reactions in our brains becloud our sense of reason and responsibility to the innocent children. Let our heads control us at times at least for the sake of the children. They also deserve to be happy.
this is my life
This is my life. This is my life i question Which isnt fully developed a day at a time, i seek 2 find all my lifes desires, i tip toe through life with out any guidence im surprised im still surviveing This is my life i question I lie in my bed at ni
Numb
A poem about the transition from one phase of life to the next.
For Fall to see can we all understand
just thoughts that I always have in my head and if given more time in my busy work schedule and if I am welcome you will see a lot more of my poetry
suffocating silence
it's about getting dumped
Sometimes she cries
No don't hang your head in shame, your not to blame she still cries your only a small part why, no names It be ok if the physical part was ok, but god the pain everyday tryin to b alright , spine stiffining body doing things sometimes she cries..
Homeless again
The city is Phoenix, Arizona.
I dare you to hit me again…
Abusive relationships are very sharp in my mind while writing this pen.
In this world
In a world alone
I am a man without good fortune
the feelings and thoughts of misfortune