Poetry Blogs (misunderstood)
You say a little too much,
And I think a little too much;
Jumping to my own
Stone to stone.
Like a floor of lava,
But I’m the only one who gets burned
Tuesday 31st July 2018 2:35 am
Thoughts of failure,
Searching for some inner strength.
Spiralling, as emotions start feeling tense.
As her skin grows paler,
Her state of mind fades frailer,
Followed by the random outburst of erratic “unexplainable” behaviour.
She was never lucky enough to find a saviour,
Hope gone so she finally picked up that razor.
She was later found deceased, now happ...
Saturday 12th May 2018 1:28 pm
Its the final curtain lets see who was acting and who really hurting
A burning desire to be a follower no matter the case
Instead of showing some back bone you rather limp home with your tail tucked between your legs
I bet you thought you was big dog on campus till you seen a real monkey act up
Even a rose got thorns dont think a beauty cant defend itself
You got grass thinking...
Monday 12th September 2016 9:42 am
I hate the arguging and the cursing
The fist fights using words and
The long walk through the fire aint no beach over here
Its just a pilliar of mixed emotions waiting to get knocked down
Im not gone hold it up lets see how long faith keeps it up
Now im the one laying with a frown
You disappointed fine i get it but that dont mean you dont tell the shopkeeper wassup
Monday 5th September 2016 9:27 am
On my lips
I want pressed
The lips of another
Monday 4th May 2015 7:40 am
Friday 12th September 2014 6:46 pm
“Got 10p for a cup of tea?”
“If you show us where you can get one for that price,
I'll give you a quid”
He never did...
Lonely and irksome.
The bitter glow of jaundice
tears at society's rustic chains,
one tragedy at a time.
“The Freemasons took my children,
they took my baby.”
Now she's hopping magic buses,
Thursday 4th April 2013 9:41 pm
MISUNDERSTOOD Random moves and shameless dudes, Midnight shades and sullen moods. Roaming dark streets in silent hoods, Secret signs and stolen goods. A world of violence and cold, stark fear. No words to be spoken, no sounds to hear. Hiding in the shadows, in dark, dank doorways. Sneaking through alleys, in the damp winter haze. Cold empty gaze, no emotion or regret. Steal...
Sunday 8th July 2012 1:04 am