4 Rochester

Here I am again to warn you… POETRY ALERT!! After typing down these poems, I realized that this is often how I write poetry. I try not to think about them too much, but I blast them out as quickly as possible, which is why, as you’ll find out, instead of naming the poems, I just [...]

sometimes I feel so beat down so hollowed out I no longer feel real a rag down with the stuffing removed a book with the pages torn out an empty ripped up bag * I feel sometimes like no one understands I am alone and stranded in a dark and treacherous land unable to see I trip and stumble I scrape my...

some moments I just feel so old so used up so tired and it makes me wonder why why do people do this day after day after day and then I look in his deep brown eyes my eyes and I hear his laughter and I see his crooked smile so pure so innocent and I begin to realize this is why I go on day after day...

who am I to expect any more when I desire the world and I am handed a small crumpled piece of paper and empty promises where can I go to open my wings to open my mind and let myself soar

These poems were really too awful to post, but I thought I should let you know that I wrote them.

wake up wake up WAKE UP! was it all a nightmare you’re still not here with me and I can feel the emptiness a tight hard ache in my chest can this be removed and tossed away? why can’t I just forget I was frightened too even though you’ll never know I can never forget the feel of you...

who were you to be would you give good kisses warm hugs and laugh as bright as the sun would you find every moment just as precious as I do even when I must spend it without you would you cry when mommy has to leave or would you forget as soon as the door has closed I can never forget tiny hear beats...

why are there no answers only questions left unfulfilled such pressure I am buzzing with it immense unfathomable I know I will never ever break from its grip I am trapped with no where to go no going forward no going back and definitely no standing still oh if only my heart my mind would slow down to...

a light breeze brushes away the hairs tickling my face tenderness I need so much right now so slightly I smell lilacs before they are gone I feel anger building bubbling frothing in me waiting for me to burst at the seams but its not proper to scream to question God to ask for answers that will never...

who deserves this the pity in their eyes the uncomfortable silences the quick glances away trying to explain myself normal so I am no longer a concern all I need is to smell your sweetness is to touch your soft new skin to look in those eyes and see my own reflected back I’m just left with emptiness...