Milo

About Milo

Ambitious men and women are doomed, because Mother Earth has nothing left to give.

You can call me Milo, a childhood nickname, full-blooded Lakota. This site is dead but I still come here to read. RIP Tranquil Musings. You don't have to pm me. I do not write for the pleasure of others. I'm just someone passing by and I'm cool with that. I'm 29 and no closer to my degree than a year ago haha.

I lost another dearest friend to drugs last month. More sad poems about loss and death are sure to come. I have a pocketful of trinkets of good memories to help me along the way. But like I told the priest, I am tired. I am splintered and broken a dozen times over and I hide it so well that people don't see this pool of sadness I carry. They say, "she can now rest in peace."

What I don't tell them, is that since she died, and when I go out of body when I sleep, she's banging on the front door and I can't get her to stop. Ghosts, they scream and cajole, they convince themselves that they are not dead. I float back to my sleeping body cover my ears when I wake up, because I can still hear the banging of the door inside my head.

Profile of Milo

  • Age : 29
  • Gender : Male
  • Country : USA, Colorado
  • Joined : Jan 22, 2007
  • Last Visit : 16 hours ago
  • Poems : 30
  • Comments : 192
  • Quotes : 2
  • Posts : 103
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Latest Poems By Milo

Latest Quotes By Milo

  • Embrace Death and Life renders no fear

    6 years ago
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  • Life is a mountiain, and as a mountain, it is easy to lose your way.

    11 years ago
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