These Four Walls |
These four walls which have kept me safe have became disabling.
I want to be free. Breath Freely.
Call it the government system or a mother's strong hands,
being tired of only talking about what lies ...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 23:47:00 GMT |
a letter to my brother |
Dear Brother, We were brought together by the womb of our mother. Blood bounded are we like we are by our hearts as siblings. We were abused by the same hand we expected to love us. We have suffered d...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 12:15:00 GMT |
To the love of my Life |
I will never be a perfect person because i have invisble bruises. I will never be the girls u see on Vogue magazine. I am not the greatest cook. I cry at sad movies and i laugh at people when they fal...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 12:46:00 GMT |
i saw u |
i saw you with her
holding her hand
i remember where we met
where we had our first kiss
the spot where we made love
the night when we looked at the stars
and drank capaccino
the day you said you ...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Mar 2007 23:04:00 GMT |
good girls finish last |
some poetry for u...
I am the girl who everyone pours their heart to.
I am the girl who is always pretty, never beautiful.
i am the girl who believes in love but gets heart broken.
I am the girl who s...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 23:54:00 GMT |
sometimes i get scared |
Sometimes i get scared. To tell my life story to another who i would think could love me. When people ask me who i am sometimes i dont know myself. Does anyone completely know who they are? Everyday i...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 17:17:00 GMT |
