Plug the holes on either side, pull the pillars from beneath Let the ceiling crash along with the art stained glass so that no one should believe Tell the director to skip the bow and drop the curtains

Despite the night, the sun will soon ascend In the presence of light, the darkness too will bend Though Insufferable moments haunt the very breath we take Yet still, breath comes and goes like the tide

I used to be hard, used to be strong n rough I used to beat my chest with a closed fist n could never get enough I used to stand tall with my head held high I used to shake hands firmly and look everyone

Emptyness, loneliness, abandoned, to blame Unworthy, broken, rejected, ashamed Why.... why am i here, why not take me now I surrender in tears, my life to you i vow This place has no grace, no love like

To reach the depths of my soul there is a toll that must be paid In its sadness there is no consolement and of this depth i remain afraid.

The vast majority of people live paycheck to paycheck but in these most recent times SUCCESS and FINANCIAL FREEDOM seem that much closer. With some persistance and effort Ill get there too. I hope you

Poetry is my therapy. Its where i go when living inside my mind gets too dark and restless. I wrote this piece in a very dark hour hope it gets read. If anyone else feels this... as alone as we may sometimes

I wrote this poem for a great man. My deceased Grandfather was a very Honest and hard working man who left for me a legacy of what it means to be a Good Man. I hope you enjoy it. I picture you every now

Stop... think... comprehend the consequences of this next course of action... Move... get gone... run far away from any temporary and instant satisfaction Let me be the 1st to say i hate temptation but