Poetry
What's the thing with flies? Going into a house with ease but not able to get out, Jets around my living room with no purpose till it dies, On my windowsill it lays until I sweep it in the bin, A life wasted, trapped, defeated all because it
Poetry
I am the looming presence within your mind, The urges you swallow but just can't hide, I'm the shadow in your room that never looks quite right, The voice that's in your head that you don't recognise, I've been watching
Poetry
I've been called selfish, I've been called ungrateful, Because I'm not exactly what they want me to be, They think I'm hellish, My opinions disgraceful, But just to make them like me I will not concede, Am I an asshole? My views
Poetry
With passion and pain I build my walls high, Carefully brick by brick I take my time, I will not stop erecting I'm not sure why, But these walls I build must touch the sky. they hide the wounds I've long concealed, the scars that time
Poetry
My soul is like a haunted house, The ghosts of my past just can't get out, With woe they roam discarded halls, Their whispers seep through crumbling walls, I light a candle to chase the shade, But shadows taunt the dreams I chase, I march toward ambitions door,
Poetry
Haunted by the old me that still roams the halls of my mind, Tormented by the memories that will never leave my side, Still bound by bygones of my youth that have long since died, No ghost of mine can swallow me I've left that life behind, If
Poetry
I will breastfeed anywhere, In the open with no care, On a park bench full display, In a restaurant or cafe, I've breastfed walking down the street, Full boob out far from discreet, When my baby's hungry my last thought, Is if my tit leaves you
Poetry
As the moonlight flickers faintly lighting boundless sombre skies, Your hand outstretched upon my chest while sweet dreams imbue your minds eye, Your blissful surrender with perpetual trust I watch over you still humming a soft lullaby, With heartbeats in sync every breath we are bound every second is precious
Poetry
I am afraid of my mind, I close my eyes and see fire, That doesn't look so kind, The flames are so wild, I have no desire to open my eyes, The chaos comforts my mind, I am tired, But it's so bright I can'
Poetry
Hold in your pain, Hide away, Silently cry until your heart gives way, Take a deep breath, And don't exhale, Suppress all the anger, Until your lungs fail, Don't let them see you, Hold back the tears, Present the fake smile you've practiced for
Poetry
We inhabit the earth irresponsibly with ignorance until we find invariant faith, We voyage through life guided by the sacred hand of God's grace, On his dictated path we may briefly waver and question him when out lives seem unforgiving and abate, But when God speaks to us
Poetry
When hell freezes over, Turning fire to ice, The once raging inferno abruptly subsides, In its place frigid blizzards transpire, Engulfing the damned in eternal frostbite, Instead of hellish shrills, Chilling winds howl forcing demons to retire, The devil, All powerful and mighty Now sits on his glacial throne dawning