LOGINJust a compilation of some of my poetry from over the years. Kinda dark, but I hope you enjoy it
View MoreWith each grey hair that appears upon your headI Knowyou're a year, month, week, day, hour, minute, secondcloser to deaththe exact time doesn't matterbecause it just means I'm loosing youand I don't want toI need you in my lifeyour breath is so divineYou're keeping me aliveAnd I swear to god time is my enemyEach day takes you farther from meand I'm runningFrom the facts1 you won't be with me forever2 even my years are numbered3 I may not ever share my brightest moments with you4 any day your life could end like a closing door5 those grey hairs will keep comingEven if you're older I want to protect youyou held my hand as I grewBut now days shortenand I want to know you more thanI ever did beforeBecause with each passing minuteI grow more aw
You wanted to permanently carve your existence into meI’ll tell you now your permanence is temporaryYou’ll stay with me through January maybe FebruarySeasons change so do time and placeAnd it seems I’ve forgotten your faceYou thought I’d hold you high in a glass caseBut from the very beginningYour existence for me held no meaningAnd me? I’m still teamingWith the independence to rule a nationAnd you’re just a figment of my imaginationNot any kind of limitationBecause I’m a person of my own creationI am permanently meAnd in my life you are temporaryAs such you can’t scare meI’m my own guardian fairyAnd you’re forever temporary &n
I’m afraid to look into the mirror I’m afraid of what I’ll seewhat I’ll hearI’m afraid of what I’ll begin to fearI’m afraid to look into the mirror Since i knowThat what I’ll seeWon’t be the real meFor once i begin to bleedMy blood covers the water around me And then i’m drowningBy then it wouldn’t matter Even if you found me Because IWould just keep on drowningThese waveswould keep poundingI could kick and screamBut my feetWould still be chained beneath me Pulling me deepBeneath the seaButNo matter what happens to meOn the surfaceI’ll just keep on smilingEven as I’m Drowning Pounding FoundingEven as I’m bleeding Seeing BeingI willJust keep on smiling
(Inherited Identity)What It’s Like to Be an involuntary mother(for those of you that aren’t)She was a sister second-A mother and protector firstShe didn't do it by choice-Though some would say she did.For her there wasn't a choice-Her sister needed someoneShe just stepped up to the task.Feeding her, changing diapers.She did all the things a mother would.She didn't hate it even if it wasn't a choice-She felt the love a mother would.She did all the things a mother could-Giving her sister motherly love like she knew she should Raising a child from anothers womb.Only four years older-She didn't try to be bolderThan she already had been.Combing hair, getting dressed-She did these things for herself less and less.She wasn't the first one on her mind-She didn't let herself be one of a kind.She bec





