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Poems

An obvious fan of 3AM

Gone past 3am once again, my mind at ease, the flow of my pen. Telling tales from deep within, I haven’t lost any of my sins, still feel their strength, strong weight pulling me in, Trapped in fear, along with any thoughts I hold dear. Flashback, I can see it clear as...

Thoughts

I don’t understand when you look at me that way, but no words spill out of your mouth, when I’m sure there is something you wish to say. What is it that makes you turn and look away? To my horror you regretfully pull away. If I asked you to describe me I wonder what...

Trust in Humans?

Trusting another Human, is a difficult thing to do. When you’ve been through so much pain already, You don’t know what to do. I listen to you talk. I hear the words you say, But can I believe these words you speak, Put my faith and trust in you, To risk maybe being...

Hidden…

I don’t know why you look at me with such divine intent. You gaze way past my eyes, but I am hidden in disguise, from the words that are said. What is truly meant? I don’t know what you want from me, I’ve partially gone insane, doubting myself, insecure, I am already...

What do you see?

What do you see when you look at me? Am I your girl? Your woman? Your queen? I look to make connections deep within your eyes, Look deeper into you, so I can read your mind. Why don’t you tell me what you want? You act like a blank page, with nothing to say, with...

Unravelling string…

She looked at him as if to say, I understand, I can feel your pain. Although, she knew he could not see through her eyes, To the inner workings of her mind. Parts of her brain, were still caged, But he knew every day with her, Would be never quite the same. She wasn’t...

‘Beautiful’

He says to me, ‘You’re beautiful’, Every single day. So why do I find it so difficult, To see the truth in the words you say? I am not ‘beautiful’ I am darkened by my pain, Forever haunted by the memories in my head, Afraid I’m not good enough, Never free from the...

Karmas hand

Deep in the mountains way up high, We sit together, in awe watching the moonlit sky. As the clouds come together, then fall apart, I feel the earth healing my shattered heart. Full of scars but not afraid, Courtesy of the pain within. Life’s a game it must be played,...

Dear Nicki

Dear Nicki, What is a matter with you today? You do not look yourself, lets go out and play. We can play in the storm of our hearts deepest desires, Warm up in the forest, if we light our own fire. I came over to take you out for the day, You can’t always stay inside,...

Expression/impression?

What is expressed, is interpreted as an impression. One person may think it shows your aggression. Another, the madness of your minds depression. But is that a person’s misimpression? Of a human being’s confession? Can any human really answer that question? N.T.J...

A Psychologist’s dream

She’s a psychologist’s dream, The lights agleam, From her own self, she cannot redeem, Because there are certain things she cannot un-see, Her minds overcrowded by a basketball team, Drumming a consecutive, relentless, melodic theme. Thoughts running drastically in...