I have published my book of poems on Kindle. It is listed at .99 but will be free for 5 days beginning Friday the 17th. I will renew that free offer as long as Amazon allows.The...
Do you write poetry/raps?
Ive always enjoyed writing, and I couldn't live without music. I could talk to someone about hip hop for hours. My rap flow isnt bad at all either...
Do so many people actually write poetry, looking at their experiences? It's kind of hard to believe, man.
...And about 10% of the time, it's decent, haha. It started with a love of rhyming; when I was a toddler, one of my favorite things to do before bedtime was listen (and try to...
This is not my usual poetry.. This is me being raw before I explode.
Leave me in peace.
How can you expect me to like you when you unknowingly fractured my own ability...
There's a room inside of me unaffected by time. In this room exists one perfect moment before everything turned to dust before my eyes. In this room I never allowed my...
Poetry is how we say to the world, and to each other, "I am here." I talk about poetry as a way to document the world and our common experiences, to say what needs to be said in a...
Here's something that I thought up around Valentine's Day in my school's poetry club. I didn't really expect to write anything:
You know it's strange
A poem about love
Born like poetry curious and free
No fear or shame instilled in me
Exploration of smiles and soft laughter
Bright lights and naps I wonder what's after...
I just reconnected with a friend on here who always told me I should write a song, well I haven't done that haha, but I have written a few poems, and I would like to share one with...
I see a crumbled piece of paper
All mangled and folded upon it self
Once was a clean sheet
Now it's in the trash heap
I think of what it could be
A letter maybe written for me
As the cloud hangs over my
I peer ahead for a light
In the distance
I ran from the darkness
That once took me over
I now loath the happy faces with the...
I have always been good at poetry. that's how I used to express myself before I started cutting. but since I got the shock treatments it's been hard.
We live in a world of perpetual vacancy
Where we have become the shadows of complacency
From silent victims that are too paralysed to speak
To the forced that believe self...
A love as forbidden as ours is anything but beautiful.,
We are unfortunate souls bound together by unfortunate events
They have lead us to these crossroads,
You look at me as my...
This land they say it isn't free
I know because they have taxed me
It never ends a cycle who's path never bends
I guess a slave we will always be?
I see pain
I see our Family
The way we used to be
The love and empathy
The dream went on
Going day by day
But what hurts is what we never got to say...
Your name is drama.. Yet you are clueless to the autonym.
It bemuses me..
Doesn't amuse me.
I find it mundane..
Are you do vane to think that my world should revolve around you...
tell me what you think
innocent and clueless
thought about the things she'd never
do but she had no clue
things got bad she stopped eating
she wanted pain she got the...
Did you watch the sun set,
And see the moon rise,
Did you feel my soul smile,
And hear my heart sing,
I'm a happy man,
Because of you,
I'm a happy man...
A Struggle With Destiny (2011)
Life is full of scripted moments
Which attest to the presence of destiny
And an understanding that our road begins and ends
a whisper in the dark
a thought in my head
The ghost of you
I wish was really dead
Did you cast a spell
What have you done ?
You some how crossed the line
You run constant in...
wen i fall in love
When I fall in love,
I want to be
to smile with him,
and be the one
to hug him near.
to cry with him,
and be the...
Some people tell me I am too dreary,
When I put down a rhyme,
So I thought I would lighten up,
Well maybe just this time.
I will tell you about some other thoughts...
They Told Me, Well Tried.
They told me I take life too seriously, so I made them laugh.
They tried to say I had a learning disability,
I haven't had a B, in over 5 years, and I...
I used to. Not anymore. when i used to write it was like i was possessed, i would have so much stuff pop into my head, i think i was having a spiritual awakening at the time...
I no longer believe stone lays upon us a cold embrace. For to feel you once again I must lay beside your tomb...
I am forced now, to believe that death now welcomes...
Cobblestones, colorful, decorate paths
Like tiny, petite mosaics in swaths
They lead to something dreadfully fathomable
What it is and what it wants are...