**first of my many 100s of poems...that actually come from the depth of this horrified heart...**
Trying to write a master piece
To give myself some kind of hope
Reassurance of meaning
As I strap around this rope
I am capable of brilliant dreams
I just dont put them into action
Fear of disappointment
Phobia of dissatisfaction
There are thing I can do
But I choose other wise
What is the point when im leaving
I cant change this last goodbye
I will not give you reassurance
And comfort with arms of love
You will get crimson all over you
As im lifted up above
No white flag of surrenderance
Life never threw me a bone
Just the residue of a scent
An unknown but familiar cologne
I cry when I laugh too hard
But I laugh at the ignorance of tears
I am only 5`2 but walk tall
You will see me as I want to be appeared!
Theres no reason to my rhymes
Just aiming for a master piece
Someone will crack my mystery
As into my grave I am released
You will sit and loath
Trying to read between these lines
As my books are passed on
"oh didnt we see the signs!?"
I feel motionless
As I spin in my head
Marking away the dates
Till that day you all will dread
I will not mention his name
For this is NOT a poem of love once lost
But he was the cause
And this is pay that was cost!
I feel the rain on my forehead
As I raise my eyes to the sky
Pouring out crimson
That remains on the 7th of July
Mind swarming with ideas
But cant find the right word
Mouth is sown shut
I am not heard
Trying to write a master piece
To give myself some kind of hope
Reassurance of meaning
As I strap around this rope
