I know I do a lot of things You may not see as right I’ve even bared my tender soul Just to feel the bite Yes, those kisses left their scars And every day I’ve wondered Just how much I love those mars The proof of how I’ve hungered Bruises of imperfection Across my angel … Continue reading »
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Promises Mean Nothing
I come from a land of drug addicts and lies I see the scarlet letter that you think you’ve disguised I’ve suffered every heartbreak a drunkard’s widow meets And your tears fall shallow droplets muddied by deceit I can’t be the one to make you whole I won’t be the one you break
Sentenced to Sentences
I have sentenced myself to these sentences Writing my wrongs in past and present tenses My crimes of passion all require punishment Those hearts that I’ve broken won’t let me forget…
Tomorrow Is Such a Long Time
If today was not an endless highway, If tonight was not a crooked trail, If tomorrow wasn’t such a long time, Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all. -Bob Dylan
Who Is Out There?
This is a poem I wrote when I was 14, in my freshman year of high school. It’s the first time I remember being taken over by words when writing poetry – they just poured out onto the page, without much conscious thought or effort on my part. It is, to this day, one of … Continue reading »
Weighting Time
I was a bit hesitant to post this poem, because I’m not one to advertise my weight issues. I think I always felt like if I didn’t call attention to my weight, people might be able to forget that I’m fat. Chubby. Plump. Blah, I don’t like any of those words. I prefer thick, curvy, … Continue reading »
Skipping Stone
I am a skipping stone I skip across the creek I skip to slip I skip to sing I skip to speak I skip, I sink Can’t stay in one place Can’t skip this pace Can’t stand to skip Can’t escape
Broken
You broke my heart like a skinned knee That classic childhood injury Born from freedom and reckless youth Thin lines of scars remain as proof Layered scrapes and overlapping bruises A girl determined to do as she chooses Now a slight ache with each step I take Reminds me of you, and what we’ve been … Continue reading »
