for me to be here now
I am alone
That is the only reason
My face is always turned downward now
My hopes, so easy to inflate
My heart, so longing for a date
My soul, so tortured by my plight
My mind, so longing for one night
Or anyone that I can tell
I wrote this for my friend Angela on 11 June 1988, we were 22 years old and she had a beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed baby daughter named Brittany. She came back to New Jersey from California to visit me. We were given our Native Indian names by a friend of her family who...
stories and other kinds of writing. I used to always write poetry. Every day. But I was very young and when I posted my poetry on sites like Booksie I'd get criticized and my poems would earn 0 likes.
Guess what I did?
I deleted my profile and created another under a...
that perfect backup plan only for when things go a little too far left,
you know things are not going your way.
then you think that there are things that should be left unsaid,
but you know you have to say them anyway;
you thought it would be a precious little secret,
am i breathing? am i struggling to hold on another day?
am i dieing? is my soul breaking free to another plane?
its certainly not easy for you to plainly see
the decomposition of the man inside of me
here i come, i'm leaning over to whisper in your ear
please do something...
I was drowning in my emotions and pain for years. Eventually I discovered poetry. A life saver in its own. I would write up to like 3 poems a day. I found a great poetry community online and it truly became my world. I opened up to some people for the first time in my life...
There's never a dull moment
When emotions turn around
From darkness to light
And light back to night
Heal every blight
Or worsen my plight
they always change
never the same
Try to contain
This feeling inside
It bursts from within
I am graffiti on a wall
Some people admired me
They said I was a work of art
I was a colorful design
making a statement in this world
I hold a hidden message
Only the artist understands
Graffiti is an art
But some people cant see it
They think it is a mess
So they critisize me...
“The Girl Within”
Inside my body trembles, my heart is beating fast,
God help me to escape the memories of my past.
My mother smelled of alcohol, my Dad had left our home,
And no one saw the little girl who was so all alone.
I recently found this one while searching through an old notebook for a sheet of blank paper. It was written for a girl I was in love with at the time, who spurned my affections. lol
You are the one that got away
but you're not away.
You're the closest thing to my heart
I wrote this during a particularly confusing and painful time in my life...my marriage was extremely wounded and slowly bleeding to death. It was 10 April 1988.
A lie can sometimes be so true
A happy song can become blue
A vow can break and never mend
A style will change...
Ive been excluded and somewhat diluted in my thinkingmy heart along with my pride feels like its slowly fadingI'm feeling cold and alone with out you all these long nightsBeing with you was the best time in my life..Because I was only happy when i was around youWhy did you live...