I had a blog going a while back on here, but it was deleted at my request. For my new blog, I'm going to take it less seriously and just post whatever is on my mind when I feel like writing. Since I have nothing of significance to post right now, I will share a poem I wrote last night. It has a meaning to me, and while it may come off as angry at first, there is a hidden sorrow with a poetic kind of justice at the end.
As a disclaimer, some of the things you read here may be of offensive nature. Let me make it clear that my poetry isn't in anyway a threat or a suicide note. I like to write "darker" stuff. The kids call it emo. 😀 So with that in mind, here is my poem.
Always leaving and always coming back.
Always so open, no white, no black.
Pain and suffering produced rage.
Let us stop this shit, let us turn the page.
No more fear of your threats.
No more tears, no regrets.
I will no longer play your 50/50 maybe game.
Things won't ever be the same.
Keep telling me how I feel and what I am every day, just watch my next words, they may be the last you'll hear me say.
As a disclaimer, some of the things you read here may be of offensive nature. Let me make it clear that my poetry isn't in anyway a threat or a suicide note. I like to write "darker" stuff. The kids call it emo. 😀 So with that in mind, here is my poem.
Always leaving and always coming back.
Always so open, no white, no black.
Pain and suffering produced rage.
Let us stop this shit, let us turn the page.
No more fear of your threats.
No more tears, no regrets.
I will no longer play your 50/50 maybe game.
Things won't ever be the same.
Keep telling me how I feel and what I am every day, just watch my next words, they may be the last you'll hear me say.
