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I am very passionate and full of all kinds of emotions. I like to express myself through my poetry and hopefully someone can connect and identify with my poems. My poetry comes from the heart.

Friday, 28 September 2012

Dear Father

I lay down before You;

broken bones and sinful deeds,

ripped flesh and wasted time,

salty tears and pathetic excuses,

a beating heart and cold blood,

wrecked dreams and immoral thoughts,

a tired body and poor judgment,

a hunger soul and corrupt spirit.

I lay myself down in Your loving hands.


Part of Me

Part of me will always love you.

But part of me hates your truth.

Part of me will always belong to you.

But part of me has forgotten your name.

No longer will I fool myself into thinking this is love –

I will forget your ways

I will forget you never stayed

Now I have learned and I will never comapre

Feeling this numb gave me the power to withheld,
purging my thoughts out in the open.
Thoughts you never wanted to know.
Now I have learned and I will never compare.

Restraint is what got me here.
Weakness kept me begging.
Your addictive like my drugs and I’m hopeless for not leaving.

Now I have learned and I will never compare.

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Sick and Tired

I am sick and tired
Of being sick and tired
Sick and tiered of
heart ache
body break
bleeding dry
staying high
diving low
breathing slow
salty tears
foolish fears
no one cares

My Beautiful Garden

Came take a walk with me
in my beautiful garden.
Take a look at my pink and yellow rosies,
And my pockets full of posies.

I’ll eat from your tree
And you’ll eat from mine.
I will water your love.
You can fertilize my hope.

Let’s bath in the sunshine,
and get lost in the rain.
Let’s explore all the options,
and rest in each others arms.

You can pick from my garden
whatever you want.
As long as you stay by my side,
we can play all day long.

I promise I will keep you entertained.
I promise I will keep you tamed.
If you promise you will be faithful
and always dwell in this garden of mine.

Monday, 3 September 2012

Down in the Mouth

You walk around with apathy.
Satan hanging from your ear – smiling
Softly he whispers thoughts of doubt.
Thoughts that dismantle your hope.

Your shoulders too heavy to carry.
Your spine in a curve.
Your lips cracked from sighs.
Your soul black as hell.

You walk around discouraged.
Satan jumping from joy – blissful
Slowing he suffocates the only truth.
The truth that you will survive.

Giving up hope is victory for the treacherous.
Standing up and dusting off is failure to him.
Yield the demons with ecstasy.
Stand strong against the night.