Hands withered, worn, tear, repeat, beat my skin
as they live in sin…
Why me, can’t they see, let me be, just a child,
wild, just one second from the rope, loss of
hope, nope, there were other plans for me
A baby, I will never see grow, seeds that
will never breed, bleed out the mothers
Bars behind, in line, black and white to
Fists clenched, drenched, murder on hands,
death trying to catch my breath, but, again,
not my time in rhyme….
Life on track, SHE has my back, my story
isn’t over, my four leaf clover……..
*PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*
Slow, low, on the go….
Can’t catch a breath, could
bleed to death….
Veins locked, balloon mocks….
Bruised, snoozed, i need some
Can’t go deep, no need to weep,
trying to play for keeps in my
*Street art i found on Pinterest
For a time I am broken, heart swelling, welling because
i couldn’t be what you wanted and you couldn’t be what i
So many tears have stained, gained my face, but, i
feel, and won’t be ashamed.
My veins travel wobbly now, a path uncertain,
but, only for a time….which soon shall pass…
I’m not sure what to say here, dear….
You see, I’ve been hearing this song…
Every step you take, make…just for
sake, but i don’t believe in coincidences…really?
I don’t want to do….this…again….
You hurt me!
I feel light headed, feathery…
I don’t want to be a slave for you…do you
have a clue of my blues?
I believed in fairy tales, and
angel wings….life and death….
Maybe, I need to hold my breath,
would you come, save me?
Not sure with this thing we call life, what
is real, the deal….
Illusions dangle like diamonds, making promises
to sparkle always, and, I, just grey rainbows…not sure
which color to wear today…..
Not sure what to feel….bill….
Maybe, in the end, I was your test, and you
failed badly, sadly….
So, what do i do now that you are on my mind,
never left, always there..ready to tell stories or
Is there a ending…with us..with this….?
Every step i take, you’ll be watching…..
Doing what is told, be bold to be different……us, dirty little
secrets…sitting under scolded tongues..eyes cast down…
out on the town….
As the little girl grows up….finally learns….
“Don’t feel sorry for me, because you see, i am
finally in control.”
*ALL IMAGES TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*
I WISH I WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU IN THE WOMB, DOOM…..
NOW, I AM STUCK WITH YOU, FEATHERLESS DUSTER….
YOU PUSH ME ON THE SWING, ALL FOR THE TEAM, BUT
WAS IT REALLY ALL FOR ME?
LOVE MORE THAN ONE, BUT DOES ONE LOVE YOU
COCKS TO DOCK, ALL TO FLOCK…..
ORGIES OVER POETRY, NOT A DRY EYE IN THE PLACE…..
I WELCOMED YOU WITH OPEN ARMS, BUT ALL YOU DONE
IN DREAMS YOU’LL SNEAK, BUT ONLY FOR A PEAK…..