Poetry Blogs (2019, myself)
Peter Taylor on (3 hours ago)
Is it a Curse .. or God's Grace
To live alone heart and place
Suffering what I always face
Hopeless to be myself again
Are these changes good for me
To be lonely always or not to be
To live away of what I see
I lost my hope and brain
Sadly to wake up and sleep
Painful to feel yourself cheap
Living alone hurts in deep
I wish to know why, but in va...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 8:00 am
I am an artist of words,
an archer of the woods.
A constellation of the brightest stars.
An adventurous being,
with dreams that follow the galaxies.
I seek only wonders,
I seek only peace.
Not mistake me as an ordinary piece.
My arrow strikes in the souls of others.
It does not have an aim but it follows,
it stays inside like a deep wound.
It does not break, it just gets stuck.
Sunday 4th June 2017 4:39 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
All I'll ever be is me.
I'll always be Crystal Ruth.
And I'll always be the girl
who they continuously pick on.
And through these past few years
as time went on the more they teased
and the more I felt useless.
But, I've gotten use to the teasing
and the pain that came with it.
In fact I've gotten so used to it
that there's no more feeling
what so ever.
But, maybe someday
there'll be ...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 3:07 am