i have been writing poetry since grade 7 and im in the middle of getting my work published.
~ Death himself does nothing but choke the living air out of breathing lungs forcing us to live with him in his horrid world of wondering dead. The lack of air turns our fragile skin a cold clammy blue numbing our thoughtful minds and thumping hearts. Our souls rise lower then the demons of hell trapped in a bottle of timeless doom.©
~My heart burns as though it’s flamed and tears are nothing but fuel. My soul screams as it’s held down at gunpoint. My body aches from the painful weeps forcing shivering shakes. How can one feel completely repulsive and yet be so content with what one has. The high night bell rings twice before the belle has time to wipet he tears off her painted face.©
~The shutters shake from the screaming winds, the door dangles from the lack of screws and the soul swayingly sings its self to calmness. Blearing music drowns the yelling parent, the unkept child, the hissing teen. The pencil sooths the pain and wandering of her heart; The unforgettable darkness that surrounds the broken home will forever torment the family until they mend the gaps between their loving minds.©