Maybe I'm twisted
I'm out of my mind
All I know is I'm pouring my heart
into every line
Right now I'm corny
But this is my life
and all I have is time
Robbed me every honest feeling
voices in my head ...
I am so, so young.
And I am always, always running.
My movements are inconstant and my mind is in too many places at once to count.
It feels as though I’m nearing a climax, exploding, time crunch is o...
S.L Gray is a poet and author. Her book is on Amazon at Skin, Bones, and Too Much Love. Her honesty in her answers is something to be admired in an artist and in a human being. I asked her to let me i...
I want to start this post off with the disclaimer that in no way am I trying to teach people how to write poetry. Systematic, routine poetry is not poetry at all, and therefore, genuine poetry cannot ...
Happiness clouds my hate
Now that I left things up to fate
I love, I care
I even dare
To let myself have fun
Since I've found the one
After I thought life was done.
People come and they go
How it will...
Something I’ve always had an affinity for, before I head out the door I’m sure to check my face, hair and teeth, fresh and clean the way I wish to be perceived on the outside at least b...
How is it that poetry Can be so poetic
The idea of death can be made to sound
So free and unapologetic
Words can be manipulated To make the darkness seem freeing
And a bleak reality Can be turned to s...
From the ends of the earth,
To the depths of the sea;
There's no one else I'd ask to be with me.
To share the sight of the stary night sky,
Contently watching the hours pass by.
Looking out onto the m...
Write something, Write anything.
For god's sakes, get it out.
Let out all the venom in an ink stain framing shout,
Let out all the demons in a choir verse devout,
Let out the little wolves that are hi...