Poetry...
The speech of the soul...
The mask that I wear...
The breath that I take...
The life that I live...
The things which I see...
What happens to me?
The speech of the soul...
The mask that I wear...
The breath that I take...
The life that I live...
The things which I see...
What happens to me?
[Just some lines that describe what poetry is to me]
Oh my Love...
Oh, my love I'd never hurt you. Flay your hide but never cut you. Put you down but never pierce you. Oh, my love I'd never hurt you. Don't look at me as thou a beast. With drooling fangs and empty heart. My black soul that lusts and yearns. Oh, my love I'd never hurt you. Hunt you down but never kill you. Hit you hard but never touch you. Yell at you but keep my mouth shut. Oh, my love I'd never hurt you.
[Inspired by true events...this is a tale of an abusive relationship full of deceit and hurt that never really seems to end]
Unnamed...
In this twisted distorted world, tell me, who can I trust?
As I choke on my own blood lying in my drained life force, slipping on my blood as I try stand, tell me, who would be there for me?
When I can't see and I become cripple, tell me, who will help me?
The moment I am surrounded and my enemies close in,
tell me,
who could I turn to?
[when I was going through a traumatic event and no one seemed to be there for me]
