This Poison We Can’t Cure

It’s been too long I guess.  I am happy to say that I am no longer in that dark bitter place however my poetry is telling a different story. However not all poets or writers share their own feelings but they interpret feelings as well. This composition is from the view of a friend who …

I’m a Mess right now

Well at the moment, I am finding myself in tiny bits of rage in the wrong places and times. You could tell me to get anger management however the control is all in myself and in the process of moving on. If you ask me about my feelings I would say it with no hint …

I Won’t Dream Of You

It’s three in the morning And I’m still crying How I convinced myself That you’re different from the rest Was a lie I fell for I should’ve known better Than to sleep with words You told me you loved me Told me you cared for me But you’re prince charming With lies on a string …

Not A Dedication [It Might Be]

I’ll write you a song The same one I wrote a year ago But this time it’s not a dedication   You said you’re not lying But then you say a different story If you’re going to scream You might as well run baby   This song is not for you don’t worry honey It’s …

Fall Like Rome

Fall like Rome Hear the words of ghosts Ignorance in place of justice Tell me where I rest my case? Tell me where have all the good gone? The law resting on nepotism Our lives in the hands of corruption False witnesses and false words that slip Issues they scream but never see Until the …

Like a Storm

They say to paint a picture Or drown in a memory I’m tired of these emotions When they turn into rhymes Heartache can be said in just one line But I don’t know what to say this time   I’d write you a song If the moment isn’t wrong If I pour my emotions Like …

Aren’t we all Human?

I came across an old lesson we had when I was in my Junior year of high school, it was Literature class and we were reading Shakespeare’s MERCHANT OF VENICE. I always did adore Shakespeare, thought it is not my favorite Merchant of Venice was one of my favorites because I love Shylock’s monologue. Though …

Poet’s Block

The feeling of no inspiration where your mind just cannot come up with any creative outlet, where you feel empty and frustrated.  These blank pages And ink scratches Is her irritation The empty inspiration The cold wind whooshes Blowing her pages Ink splattered the floor This irritated her more It took her half her time …