| In My Own Word |
| My Poetry |
| Righteousness Not just me who live here in this state of mind that take my being, I'm bleed and die from the hate of the people, i feel the fear in there eyes. i have the weight of the world on my back, in my heart, and no one loves the Dyke, and i not good enough for god who has made me in his image as the pastor teaches hate from the book of love but i an not bitter just sadden by people who hate out of righteousness |
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| BLACK ROSES black roses grow at the foot of my bed in silent they whisper around me the glares of stares crawl up my skin as if spiders were consuming my flesh my life has become a painting without any shades of color just darkness I laugh with great pain at the thought of forgotten days that leaves my eyes tearful the rows of roses grow dead before they bloom already picked by the world to quick to smile with sharp lips that kills even the strongest of soul I was placed here I said in a tired voice to explain my being that seemed to make people question my existent or is this the time or place to grow my roses I was born with a seed dark and hard placed in my soul and called it a heart and every lost loved watered it with my tears now black rose grow beside my bed in rows of forever as silent whisper burn my ears and stares crawl up my skin like spiders |
| Human Emotion I cried for the past lonely and sad the place that held my pain where dreams fade in to the dark place of nothingness where my displacement was brought upon by travels of endless broken promises a place where love never could have found me I hid in my shadow of thing that should have been and found fear I held on tight to that the only thing I knew leaving me in uncontrollable tears it took over my being torched my soul and left me breathless and all my hopes faded and my dreams scarred then I stop to remember I am only human |
| Counted can you count to a million on your fingers a figer that claimed my pain in weekest i see the bleakest of the number in war i see the masses of the figers a statistic to large to comperhend can you count to a million in you mind remembering the dead as if dead was here who could figer the living would mourn life that once was and parents stand beside graves and tears shed for life never lived is peace a state of mind never reached in revenge for an eye for an eye and a country for a life we praise war as if fighting was the key to living can you see a million lives lost out of pain blood is shed war is now and million are dead |
| I was apart of this world I was apart of this world once I remember it still makes me smile I didn’t always stand out I wasn’t always this lost but who was they made me like this laugh at me for who I was and I will never be again but I let them hurt me and put me down then i cry from the pain but I was apart of this world once I remember like daydreams of growing up I was happy with my youthfulness I wanted more for myself for my life but thing change so fast and I lost myself and became unwanted inside my self but I was a part of this world once I remember like hopes of being apart again but I cant remember the way back to that time and place where life wasn’t so hard and I wasn’t so different but I was apart of this world once yet no one remembers me so I can never go back again |
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