my first poem

Day one of the nightmare come true and I already cant handle the internal wait for the first of when the phone comes on and when Latrice is going to ever forgive me for not calling her for a day. I just hope it don’t get bad.Day two of this walk through the valley of shadow […]

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You

Your stare is like daggers going through butter Your touch brings chills to my spine though you say you love me You hurt me The butter your cutting It’s my heart The flaming daggers burns my heart, to cinders No remorse No funeral No happy ending No life in this wrecked statue known as me.

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Red

I am Red Red with anger but love Red with white and blue Indepence Red and black Like the glasses I wear Shows me who i am Who am i Beatiful, spirital wise. My name tells you that. It also tells you that I’m beatiful in all ways. Red with black Blood with death I […]

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