It was around 10 p.m. when a lone car careened down the empty rural road, engine growling, disrupting the peace of a lonely night. Its headlights ploughed through the darkness ahead as it angrily chewed up the centre lines along the road, then spewed them...
I went too far when I stripped myself of dignity and pride I went too far when I began knifing my pain into a bleeding puddle Just so I could compete for your affection So engulfed by you that I was willing to harm my sanity Into body dysmorphism I would...
I turned around and looked up just as an arrow seared the air next to my face. I scanned the mountain side, looking for the projectile's owner. But in the dense woods, it was difficult to see. My heart began beating rapidly within my chest as the fear I w...
When I look in the mirror what do I see...A face of ugliness, a freak staring back at me...I ain't pretty, or handsome, or anything special to look at...I hide away my face, my body because I look like that...When I look at myself, I see what you all see....
The time will come when one must choose, to be barefoot or wear the shoes, to wear a gown or business suit, to cross my arms or lay them askew. The space is small so think it out, for without thought there is no doubt. The preparations may seem great but...
My mind is racing, With every word my brain spews on the page I feel part of my sanity come back. Part of my pain is lifted, Part of my heart mends itself, But only for a moment, Because once this poem is over, I get thrown into the darkest part of my hea...
He grabbed an incense stick and lit it,Watching the tip glowing, he remembered.It wasn’t something he wanted to remember,But it came to him. The fire. It took his family,His friends and his sanity.It left him with a fear of fire,And yet, he became an arso...
When you ask someone what Hell is like, They tell you the typical envisionment Below the earth's surface, alight with flame, Souls tortutured day in, day out But me? Hell is not lit by fires of torture, Nobody is there with you You are alone with your own...
This poem was written several years ago now, when I was in a deeper, dark place and I think expressed much of my feelings at the time about loneliness, my disability and how people looked upon me.Sometimes I wonder, why I look how I do?Why God created me,...
“You’re asking me how it’s going?” I said incredulously. “How can you ask me that? I’m paralyzed and I’m dying, for god’s sake!” “Well you don’t have to be sarcastic!” came the response. “And besides, you’re not dead…..yet. By the way, my name is Waldo. N...
This is the story of an angel without a halo One day unlike an angel he wallowed What a paradox I am a creature of heaven But now I am in hell and lesser mortals on my heaven dwell If only I could get back my halo I would bring back the smiles And wipe te...
