oh! sorry if I woke you she says upon discovery of the slumbering silver psyche yaaaawn …hey… what’s a pretty little thing like you doing way down here? I have a hole a hole? a hole may I see? right here she points to her chest doesn’t that hurt? a little come here let me…
Tag: poem
Vendetta
Forget what you’re told the world isn’t all sunshine, the world isn’t all rainbows, It’s bitter, it’s cold. Many an old eyes carry a thirst of a day of glory, of a day of victory. They burn with blood-lust. Look as you pass them. Their overflowing bank accounts, their countless hounds, to them, it’s just…
Ability
Ability is to look at a blank page, And create a poem. Ability is to stare into the eyes of Fear, And come out stronger because of it. Ability is to walk into a room of Strangers, And come out with Friends. Ability is to admit you are Wrong, When you are Wrong. Ability is…
Hero
But darling in the end, you’ve got to be your own hero. because everybody’s busy, trying to save themselves. c.t.