Poetry Blogs (bad)
Either to swear, or not
The lies are a bad spot
Thanks, but thanks a lot
For your unfaithful effort
Isabella, remember, again
That love has fall in a drain
Not only nothing to gain
But also broke the brain
You believe all what you say
As a role of a daily play
Surely, will see some day
How much of love you deny
Wednesday 13th February 2019 3:31 pm
Staring up at his ceiling fan, thinking about this disgrace
Looking in his closet door mirror, with this horrid weed that was laced.
Sending me into a trance of pure disgust
I have to stop this now, it’s most certainly a must.
I walked out the door
With no kiss goodbye
He turned around so fast
Like the quickest speed of light.
My heart pounding as we speak
I’ve gotten to a Cert...
Friday 8th June 2018 2:57 am
The deed is done and guilt and fear come with it,
what am i hoping the effect will be?
I'm not sure to be completely honest..
it's a slight tad of happiness i get from it
but now i'm bitter and sad
Always something makes me immediately regret my actions
perhaps their is something i can prescribe myself to stop
Saturday 17th February 2018 7:54 pm
I am going to do something completely out of spite
i know it's bad it makes me sad it's definetley not right
It's something inside me that takes over when i'm jealous
this certian urge causes me to become rebellious
I will regret this in the future and i will be sorry
as for now i'l do it proud and not have to worry
I apologise in advanced for this
You'll find out some day...
Saturday 17th February 2018 6:08 pm
Quirky, by all means
a fucking awful word
that was most likely
Something to describe those that fell outside
circle of Baseball Caps and Poodle Skirts
while still finding themselves
safe in their presence.
It has been adopted
Parents who use it to describe
Friday 12th May 2017 5:18 pm
Temporary wounds did form,
Above the ones I had ignored.
And the thoughts you had bestowed in me,
Are nothing but a memory.
Where you were weak, he is so fierce,
And where you lack, he comes in first.
The boy I thought I craved before,
Is nothing but a closing door.
Tuesday 14th March 2017 5:09 am