My earliest poems are dark and sad, reflective of my state of mind at the time and the pain I was feeling. The next block are angry and mean showing I was still healing and focused on my father issues. My latest poem is a wrap up of all the previous ones, no longer trapped in a dark depression or fueled by consuming rage and hate, it shows I am now whole and my past no longer affects me. It also shows I am still growing but have made peace with my demons and am ready to move on, now in control of my life instead of being a puppet. I like how you can actually see me getting better, from my early poems to now. While they are very basic and not very well written I am happy with them because they are an outlet for what needed to be said, an expression of my confused emotions. |
My mind is swirling
My heart is pounding...
The wall, the barrier its all for show
Its to protect me from reality...
I'm sorry Sir
For the worry i caused...
You tore me down again and again,
Caused me injury that left no mark...
Love.
The letters seem so empty...
Looking backs I see a child.
A girl gripped by fear and anger...
I'm not very happy with how this poem has turned...
How do I explain the many scars upon my arms?
Is there a way to say the words so you do not...
Love.
The letters seem so empty...
Why do I seek love?
The word sounds so plain...
When you squeeze the trigger does your gun decide fire? No. It is a weapon, follows its handlers will. |
Your by my side when I'm falling down, in my heart when were apart, on my lips for that gentle kiss, always loving every flaw |
Through the war, pain and death, one thing is obvious. Love. Though theres hate at every turn, there is always love. Somewhere in this world. Never forget it. |