I don't write poems anymore, it was over 10 years ago now that I first joined this site and published my first poem. I was 14 at the time, as of 2017 I'm now 27 (Old, I know). I wrote many poems back then that lead me to talk to many interesting people and received lots of helpful feedback. I occasionally come back to the site to have a look around and read over my old work so will eventually receive messages. Looking back at my poems makes me realize how bad some are, how emotional some are, how weird and wonderful some are but most importantly, they don't let me forget. They don't let me forget who I am and where I came from, the good and bad things that happened and that I survived. |
I dwell in the darkness
hidden by shadows...
Tears of ice
fears so bold...
When are all you b!tc£$
Ever going to see...
Ashley was beautiful but very thin
Her body was frail just bone and skin...
Cousin just hold on
Its going to be all right...
I lack the concentration
to transfer the information...
Take a look at me now
Who I am...
I played hide and seek with you yesterday.
I stood in the middle of the room...
I tried to write about you today
But as I put pen to paper...
Empty promises and lies
These build up your form...
I always thought women who said all men we're the same were just bitter. Now I realise they knew something back then that I did not. |
It was a love/hate relationship. |
The more I hear the word sorry, the less meaning it has to me |