Poetry Blogs (dirt)
John Coopey on COS HE'S A LIAR (BUT YOU'RE NOT BOTHERED THAT HE LIES (1 hour ago)
poemagraphic on COS HE'S A LIAR (BUT YOU'RE NOT BOTHERED THAT HE LIES (2 hours ago)
Hate to be the monster they see
when they look at me through my eyes
and hate to be the daughter
that they disgrace with heart.
Because, I am nothing but a mistake,
I am as worthless as the dirt we walk on,
and I am as imperfect as anyone can be.
But, as for my sister she is like a princess
in my parents giving eyes.
She's everything that I am not.
She's there perfect little angel
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:24 am
Diamonds & Dirt
Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend
But at the cost my dear, at the cost
Of never boring them, you are their
Entertainment, they are your love.
Diamonds if they could talk would tell
A causatory tale of distance and dirt
You, a perfect diamond, a pure light
In the compressed dirt of their lives.
Diamonds reflect the compression
Which is the brevity of our lives
Sunday 30th March 2014 4:24 pm