Sometimes I wonder:Do I live to writeor Do I write to live?Sometimes I swear:I see sense in nonsenseand nonsense in sense.Sometimes I think:That life ..
Poetry is how I express my emotionsPoetry is how I let goIt's how I remember to breatheIt's how I remember to smilePoetry is how I state what's on my ..
When you're feeling sadthink about how I felt when dad said "Momma ain't coming back."When you're lonelyI want you to rememberYOU left US, not the oth..
My heart won't forgetthe moment that we meton a cliff over the seaand I was lookin' downafraid to jump into my dreamsYou caught my gazeand it felt so ..
Blood has such a nice color.It's deep and darkand yetit holds such beauty(a part of meis always searchingfor more)My life is like bloodthe darkest par..
It had been a long day.I was tired.I was stressed out.It felt as if I might lash out or burst into tears at any moment.I sat through dinner without a ..
What's the use in sayingthe stuff that's on my mindif all you hear is wordsthen talking is a waste of my timeand what's the use in speakingabout the t..
Every year for my birthdaymy dad would buy a porcelain dollwe'd open it togetherand set in on a shelf in my roomI'd spend hoursstaring at each dolladm..