c. d. dylan : Writing

my father, my friend

my father, my friend

A Poem by c. d. dylan


i miss my dad.
stop tellin' lies

stop tellin\' lies

A Poem by c. d. dylan


young boy, young girl you think you have it tough but to tell you the truth you have not seen enough to truly judge it all your music and film ..
sunday mornin'

sunday mornin\'

A Poem by c. d. dylan


sunday mornin' comin' down get your bible, folks rant against the gay man curse the black man that's what christians are all about
you tore my soul apart

you tore my soul apart

A Poem by c. d. dylan


warm water runs on down my cheek gettin' hot after a cold week the washcloth i use is from my hand and not yours like i wanted it to be you left..
sweet 16

sweet 16

A Poem by c. d. dylan


kiss, kiss, kiss poke, poke, poke a few hours later f**k, f**k, f**k sweet 16, indeed.
bad day

bad day

A Poem by c. d. dylan


i walked to the bus stop met an old man took a knife and cut my face had a bad day oh, well.
don't be afraid

don\'t be afraid

A Poem by c. d. dylan


don't be afraid of what i have to say there's no use running away now you may ask if there's another way i may look at you and ask how don't be ..