I am currently working toward releasing a poetry book. I am study poetry and literature along side of working full time. From a teenager that never did well in school and dyslexia i have found comfort in writing as I have got older.
I am currently working toward releasing a poetry book. I am study poetry and literature along side of working full time. From a teenager that never did well in school and dyslexia i have found comfort in writing as I have got older.
Cherry blossoms are destined to bloom, aslong as the sun will rise in the morning and allow growth where growth can grow. But humans are destined to die. As long as the sun will rise in the morning. Death will come whenever life lives. That is the promise from the creators of certainty.
And with the cherry blossoms in this garden of peace, drooping back down towards earth after touching heaven. I...
From behind my prison bars, I have seen the world pass by, unable to move enough to stretch out my frail legs have began to look like bone. I have seen many a man walk down hells corridor but have yet to see one walk back up. Nobody escapes here. This room is made for one. One half the size of me in fact. The rusted cast iron bars are a great contrast to the beautiful world outside. The lime green...
Cold winds, heavy rain,
Summer sun, winters pain.
I miss your smile
I miss your hair
I miss the person that didn’t care
When they told me you where gone
The world ceased from moving
My heart beat, but beat wrong.
The flowers fell
The sun wouldn’t rise.
I can still see my future in your eyes.
But your not here, you have left.
In my heart, in my chest.
Your all I had
Without you
Everyt...
Why Lord do I spiral,
I lose control
Losing everything rational
Like fire being fed petrol
I go up and up till I’m unbearable
And go down and down
Losing everything rational
Impaling myself on my crown
I’m tired of being so flammable.
I’m tired of my mind
Losing everything rational
I feel emotional behind
Completely impractical
My cards dealt backwards
Losing everything rational
I fold ...
The smart man, knows the hypotenuse,
Reads the paper and watches the news.
Eats three meals a day, but not after nine,
Plans his day slowly, and always on time.
The foolish man, knows not the truth in lies,
Yet follows the gossip, closing his eyes.
He fights every war, destined to die,
Leaving his loved ones alone to cry.
The wise man, understands the correlation
Between a good education le...
There’s a weak soul beneath the weeping willow
Yet I hear a small buzz from their radio
Signal is lost and hope has gone with it
While a poor old soul is forced to submit.
From my park bench I sit an watch
The playing children and the Geese flock
The late bloomed flowers
From summer showers
Yet the soul and vessel I watch from a distance.
Looks awfully detached from existence
As I see a sp...