Poetry is meant to be tasted, called beloved,
summoned when you have dotted lines on...
Camouflaged deeply in the midnight sky
between galaxies of the past; I became...
Its funny how something can change your life...
Its ironic how the last cigarette you smoke...
And in that silken sky I searched,
With sullen eyes, through every star...
Faded and hated, falling its free
Frequently stated- breath in let it be...
Quit telling me everything that's wrong with me
I am so sick of hearing you yell...
With one foot in front of the other, we must walk...
If you only really knew me
Maybe then you would see...
A thousand days, A thousand nights,
Without a will, without a fight...
Picking words, that together rhyme,
Punctuation shows a pause in time...
Tightly closing shut my eyes,
Delusions of a world with no lies...
Its a child not a choice stop the silence and
make some noise. Its a life not a option, a person...