what’s the price my silence is worth i need receipts increase the interest per heartbeat passion of liquid gold silver silt in my veins give me what you owe me pay money to my pain
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what’s the price my silence is worth i need receipts increase the interest per heartbeat passion of liquid gold silver silt in my veins give me what you owe me pay money to my pain
solid needles of white pain bury themselves beneath my skin drilling holes through muscle and bone making themselves feel right at home exhaustion calling me by name dark spots in my vision contributing to my indecision hot or cold do i seek
your words are muffled hidden under white noise ocean wave crashing sounds in my head like my ears are stuffed with cotton and the silence kills me i let my eyes caress your lips and tease syllables from the weight of your breath
rearrange the heavens make them fit inside my palms cupped and holding onto the light that becomes the dawn everything you locked away double chained buried six feet underground still you feel it in that place even as the ashes kiss your face all the bridges that you crossed...
And the final Poem a Day for National Poetry Month is: it’s the end of the road and here we say farewell can’t say that i had a good time can’t say i’m ecstatically happy or else i’d be lyin’ can’t say what i won’t say i’m running out...
war of gods and sins praise of devils where angels fear to tread and make amends for forsaking their roles
yawning abyss barely contained inside howling emptiness won’t be denied narrowly defined this prickling behind my eyes walk in caution slither around in disguise battle with destiny curse and weep over fate
crimson tide that ebbs and flows bringing cold and pain rocket flares and crystal stairs memories of acid rain drops of foam that kiss the ground and form a wounded path
can’t complain ————————————— why should i dry my eyes when only more tears will run in the place of those already fallen sliding along the old tracks why should i hide my pain when my heart is bleeding and my soul has no rest and my mind wanders with...
lost onez we wuz gonna be superstars wid poofy hair and painted red lips sashay our hips across the stage while the world worshiped at out feet and the drumbeat matched our heartbeat and sent us higher and we thought we reigned we wuz Queens in our own right...
runaway why did you leave, child? ‘cuz anyplace is better than here was your life so difficult? you’ll never know the things i fear i do not understand… because you closed your eyes and refused to hear my cries my tears flowed every night you offered questions and confusion...
Hate is a strong word, but I must use it here. I HATE intolerance. I HATE bigotry. I HATE self-righteous people that can’t see the forest for the trees. I HATE seeing the pain in people’s eyes when they realize that they are alone, that they have been abandoned...
entangled greet the dawn with thisinescapable lonelinessyou must be crazyto tell me such a thinglong ago i prayedthat i would neversee the daythat you turned your back to meand walked awayleaving meencased in sorrowand blanketed with dismayyou made a foolout of mehad me believing inyour twisted soulwith your crooked...
A testimony written in the voice of any one who has sat and watched, helplessly, as someone they loved was abused.———————————————- pain of my sister girlfriendlook at youhuddling in shamehiding your facehoping that no onepoints out the mistakethat you makedailywhenever you return to the house that is not a...
lost onez we wuz gonna be superstars wid poofy hair and painted red lips sashay our hips across the stage while the world worshiped at out feet and the drumbeat matched our heartbeat and sent us higher and we thought we reigned we wuz Queens in our own right...
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