First and foremost I like to give a big ups to Brooklynn and the dirty dirty south Texas where I lived most of life and learn this street game. To all my Fallen Soldiers I LOVE YALL. Second of all ...to clear up any questions to those who will read my poems. I write to release all the emotions inside. My poems are all the based on things I've been through in my life. I hope you enjoy my poems I have and will have ......oh and my hotmail e-mail adress is love_the_fallen_angel@hotmail.com |
Haunting of my past and future
destroying what is left of sanity...
Mom everyone loves you
Your smile brightens up the room...
The razor sharp edges cutting into my flesh
Bleeding out all the hate, depression, and rage...
Look at me...
What do you see...
Nine years old
And you all know me...
I wash my hands of you were through
There is no more love...
As I take this knife
I grasp my life...
Awaken in me
Is he...
This is to my Fallen Soldiers
Who are no longer with us...
You want to know
What is on my mind...
Rejoice in your past both good and bad for that is what made you; you today. And live how you want to live now because that will determine the you of tomorrow. |
Hope is like a bird who softly starts to sing in the dark before the sun comes up. |
What's the point of growing if you never change. |