Take it or leave it Is how I see it. Filled with despair Something funky in the air You turn your back When everything goes black When I need you most All you do is boast I have talents too you see I really love being me And our world […]
You are my third child that I never had. Saved me from the raths of hell Only he could tell How broken I had become Oh my Ace I just want to see your face And submerge myself in your warmth In the comfort of your beautiful coat. Your love […]
I bow my head as twines of onyx hides my ruby faceAll I feel is dread A knot of thoughts swirling through my mindI can’t stand being this kind I am unable to breathe I can not let goThe angels I know Are at war. His eyes bore down on […]
Follow The thick grey clouds engulf me There is no sign of the brilliant moon The path seems so obscure you cannot find your way Saving grace of the tiny fluttering wings who brings you light It beckons me to follow I have nothing to lose I’m brought to a […]
For four days My brow was furrowed Eyes full of sorrow The energy suddenly appeared Seeds planted and cleared For the nighttime sun Feeds the energy and I won. For everything I have felt My thoughts that were not svelte Came and went away On this very day It followed […]
Covered in cotton Eyes blackened with soot Wars I have fought in Leaning on wrong foot Pulled out the weeds Found the special one Instructions that freed Standing in the sun Shooting stars ready now Grabbing at chances fear Earning a small bow Midnight sun so near I started today […]
(The Marionette) The mad man glances at me No way I can set myself free Guided only by his hand He tries to make me stand For my fear, doesn’t fit his suit That brings me to his beck and call He tells me what to do but I fall […]
A letter to Anne Sexton Confessional poetry I too have felt the strain of the heavy shackles that held me tight Far away from the lock and key Thoughts as dark as night No peace to be found I see those hideous creatures all around They barf in our brain […]
Rejuvenate In the briskest of days, amongst the crackling leaves fallen below in warm hues of rich ruby red and crisp yellow, her eyes rest upon the newly trampled path placing her weary naked feet upon the deep rich cool carpet of moss covered in morning dew as she immerses […]
I started a course at my local college in Creative Writing. We are given assignments and I would like to publish what I have written. Our assignment was to recreate poetry that would mimic Kalil Gibran’s style of poetry. Here are my three that I will be submitting. I hope […]
Adventures of Dit Dot 