I'm embarrassed by every poem in here pretty much. most of them aren't poems. they're my thoughts when i'm completely alone. I started using this sight again recently because regrettably...i've regressed...i've turned back to my old ways and picked up some new bad habits. This isn't poetry. It's a place for me to vent. Some of the things come off rhythmic and nice.... Most of it isn't enjoyable to read at all.... i just write it and post it so i can tell myself that someone somewhere read how i feel and maybe can understand... or is wishing well. Anyway... it's quite embarrassing. |
You keep giving me the awkward stare
every time i walk near you its way to much to bare...
Dear mom,
please don't cry...
Will you promise to hold me forever,
Will you promise to not let go...
Theres a couch in the woods that I call my own
I pulled and tugged and brought it there...
Between the here and now there is a void empty...
A simple, nearly inconcievable notion...
Can you hear me?
Cuz i've stopped hearing myself...
It's an earthquake
This ground i stand on...
How can I begin to describe the hate?
True hate I have for my multicolored thighs...
You're disgusting.
That food bloating you...
Obsessed
Obsessed with the goal in mind...
~dreams come on a moments notice, she thought, and nightmares do to. Hope is jsut a lovers desperate dream. And desperation is just a broken hearts nightmare.~ |
Oh how things have changed.... |
Trying to save another and another and another and another untill i crash and cant save myself |