Poetry Blogs (coping)
It's odd for me
To be down on my knees
Praying to a God
That I don't believe in
I asked him why
There's so much pain in my life
And the one bit of joy
Was cut off like a knife
I was angry and mad
Didn't expect a response
I was crying and yelling
In my little tiny house
I heard in my heart
The reason to be
That there wasn't a soul good enough
To fill the love that I need
He said "I ...
Monday 19th March 2018 5:53 pm
Inside her closet are the remains of a broken umbrella with the materials in cinders.
Her skin cloak is draped over a spindley coat stand,
most people name it a spine,
most people's are strong,
They carry the puppet as if a master holding strings...
But sometimes autum's trees fall down
because nature is flawed.
Sometimes a stem ca...
Thursday 9th October 2014 8:19 pm
(I've been struggling to show anyone this poem for a long time but I've been inspired to let it free. These feelings are behind me now and it turns out writing was to thank for that afterall)
How does someone stop cutting?
Do they cut into the paper instead?
Replace flesh and blood with diaries and ink,
Replace physicality with mentality,
Replace actions with words,
It isn’t enough....
Saturday 13th September 2014 11:35 am