Hey. Im Ben, I write poetry... as a release... but lately... its not working. But its good in a way... i can keep writting... Hope you either relate... feel what is behind my poetry... or just like them... all critisism good or bad is greatly appreciated. |
Your hair are the waves of the Miami swell
Your curves are the hills of Ireland...
Sheets soaked of blood,
My tears of pain...
No more can I take it,
These feelings I cannot hide...
As you lay asleep,
My heart begins to weep...
As I face the foul demons,
There's a scent of blood in the air...
We built a house,
Or so it seemed...
The choice is made,
Actions now done...
For years you held me,
Away from the fears...
Feelings for the one,
Echo through my chest...
When I hold her,
All time stops...
Feeln gr8 as I am.. Il neva b the same. Atleast Im breathin in, breathin out, isnt that wat its all about? Livin lyf crazy loud! Death to words in mouth! Somethin left 4 u, I doubt! But I dnt think Il eva break thru. The ghost of u!</3 Michelle |
I know mirrors can't talk, lucky for you they can't laugh either! |
ANYONE WHO READS THIS SHOULD REALLY CHECK OUT Cindy's POEMS! SHE IS REALLY THE NO.1 ON THIS SITE...MY NANA! SO NO ONE DISRESPECT...OR ILL GET YA! LOL JUST CHECK HER POEMS OUT.. YOU'LL KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN! LOVE YOU NANA! |