POEMS I WOTE:

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Enwroth My Golden Finger Tips.
From Thou Still Fair Silk and Soft Skin, Threw Your Hair long and sleek ~
Give Me The Kiss I've Wanted From Thee~
As Smooth Lips Kiss My Face, Wishing You Felt The Same~
And Then You Glance Up And Stare For Long~
Your Eyes Are Deep And Full of Song~
For You Yourself Sing out in ways No One Should Ever Know~
And I Love You Now And Always Will~
 

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~ I m Condemned 2 A World Which Is Unknown 2 Me.
I lay in my passion bleeding continually over myself
thinking what fate has brought me too.  My open wound which is bound
to my very life and death. One single word can forever changed my life. Yet the fate of mine is not in anothers hands but in my own as I choose it to be. The darkness clouds my life and forever will continue to as my last breath slowly dies on the tip of regret as I morn the deep thoughts of the passing hours in my head and try to forgive myself for all my wrongs Ive done but doing that is like trying to find a flaw in life of another u no nothing about so here it is ... One drop... one Cut... One Breath One Movement

My Shattered Glass

My pieces are spread all over the room.  My life is the glass that you shattered so soon.  My bulletproof glass was made from more.  I added on steel. And somehow you shattered it like it was no big deal.  My life is my soul and so mends my heart, the pieces that shattered are still broken apart.  My life seems gone. But my reinforced steel is the stilt that I stand on and tells me Ill heal.  I take them for word and glue the pieces back together again.  It takes me awhile but its done thats the end.  So thanks to you I added another piece of steel. So the next time something happens Ill take less time to heal. 

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I hate the way u look at me.  Burning me from the inside out.  I see you stare.  Every limb in my body freezes.  Frozen.  I feel weak.  I cant stand.  The burning grows.  It tingles my insides.  I feel as if Im going to collapse.  Dizzy.  A sudden rush goes threw my head.  I fall back.  The ground is soft.  I open my eyes. Im bleeding. Backs scraped.  The burning is there still.  Youre watching me.  My every move.  I wait.  I yell out.  No one answers.  I look again, no ones there.  I stand up.  Once again hurt by the tricks of my mind. Turned my bleeding back and walked away.


Wondering

I sit here wondering.  Wondering.   Wondering what will come of everything.  Wondering why the mirror cracks.  Wondering why the image is distorted. Distorted... of course.  Wondering.  Wondering what happens next.  Wondering why Im here and your not.  Trapped here. Just me. Alone.  Wondering.  Wondering more then before.  Wondering why Im not good enough.  I never am, like always.  Wondering.  Wondering about you.  Wondering about me.  I need this more then ever.  Wondering.  Wondering why Im stuck here.  Wondering if it ends like this.  My hand slips from yours.  Wondering. Wondering always thinking always wondering.  Wondering why this is me.  Me Hardly good enough.  Wondering.  Wondering why you left me so far behind.  Behind far from perfect.  Wondering why Im gone.   Wondering It should be a sin to wonder.  Wondering would add up to my million other sins.  Wondering why every sin adds up to how I feel about you.  Wondering.

Marks For Love

The burden I caused u to bear
 the one you possessed threw me
  The scars engraved in my hands
The ones that u washed away clean
 
 I have brought upon myself again 
using one every time u or I had lied
I marked a mark every time u said
I love you

I Marked one again every time
I said Id wish you would just die
The marks grew off my hands
and down my arms

Now more noticeable
and more clear that they had never even left
The last mark was forever permanent and
would never wash way

the last time u said
I love you
I wish I could have taken
One thousand and one marks away.

Lost inside my self, stomping to be let out
feeling hate, love, and my depression trying to bubble about
the cold sweat pours from my live body

the walls very slowly start to close in on me
I try to keep my eyes open, but I rather not see
I feel the room spin. It could be just me

I feel real sick, like I do when I’m depressed
I’m spinning faster and faster and now I’m really stressed
I thrown my feet and hands out to stop me from spinning

all my past scraps and cuts came back
I felt them bleed and drip
my spinning slowed down

in the bath tub under the water I was soaking
drowning trying to get some air
I reached for the sides if the tub and pulled myself up

I open my eyes and the water wasn’t water
it was blood