Is this love

Is this love that I'm feeling

Or is it really

Just anger

That I'm used to

This stranger that I knew

Or atleast I used to 

Good and evil 

I can't tell

Who's who

But since she claims to be right

Then I guess I'm wrong 

But there's always light 

After dark 

Road to the past

I got lost
Somewhere in between the start and the end.
Somewhere around the middle, I began to give in.
My mouth has no words.
My heart has no hurt.
My mind has no thoughts.
I’m stuck on this road without stops.
I know where it leads.
Back to the past,
Where I was trying to leave

Old field

Old field

For old souls 

That existed

Some while ago

In this old field

With three houses

And filled with good souls 

Age with wisdom

That not even they

Could ever know

Unless they were to leave 

This old field 

of dreams

Angel

She said

I might be an angel

In disguise 

I don't see it through my eyes

But maybe I will 

Through hers

Her pain 

Her soul

Her hurt

The world needs more of her

That lady on the bus

Getting An Apartment

Well, Ive reached one my goals for the year. I am finally getting an apartment after 4 long years of living with my aunt and my mom respectively. It's been somewhat of a slump, I'm sure I hit rock bottom but I'm finally climbing out this dump. This blog is a work in progress and I just integrated some of my poetry into to in order to attract more readers and followers. I've also added a donate button, so hopefully someone is kind enough to donate a little bit of change at least.(we still need a fridge)

I hope to get a lot of readers soon, but until then I will continue to write poetry and anything else that comes to mind.

Pointless

Pointless conversations
Filled with suspicions
“I Love You Too” is hesitant
My ears refuse to listen
Like a teen rebelling
Raging against the machine
Living in a dream
Where nothing comes in between
My habit and your expectations
Allegations and instigation
Drown out the silence.
Of those words that are not spoken
The promises that were broken
Brings out violence
The truth is not tool
Ice is not cold
The fire doesn’t burn
The world doesn’t turn
The clock doesn’t tick or tock
My love for you doesn’t stop

Shared souls

Go with me

On this journey

As seen through the window

Of poetry

The blowing trees

Put me so at ease

Eyes almost closed 

But I can always see

As long as you're here

With me 

Sit please 

Enjoy this 

Tangerine sunset 

So we can 

Make love and fall asleep

Bake up and have blue dreams 

Light my fire 

And I go up in smoke

It'll be ok as long as we

Continue to share our souls 

Over endless bowls 

Of the finest flower