I enjoy reading, writing, drawing, painting, graphic design, acting, singing, creating crazy video game concepts, etc. Je parle un peu francais...nah, I'm not really cultured. But I am really friendly, so message me and/or read my poems. |
This same black routine
It will change in time...
In the darkness I become alive
I tuck the truths away in the pockets of my coat...
Give me an awakening
Some that will, I pray...
My body doesn't grow in all these colors
But the mind- it keeps on pushing...
How often I'll wonder who wins,
As I dig down, deeper still and...
The pain of knowing
It won't go away...
Why can't I trust you?
Why can't you feel me...
I love the world when I cannot see the lines in...
When everyone is young and beautiful...
It is Christmas Eve again
And the family has gathered 'round...
Love has crept upon me
On me...
I am a martyr for my thoughts-- a martyr for my words-- I will live and die for my writing. |
How easy it is to forget gratefulness when there is so much in life to be ungrateful for. |
Like broken dolls they have no grace |