GoldenQuill

I never write poetry, so this is kind of an odd thing for me. Tell me how you like this. Critiques always welcome!She bids the world goodnight with her gracious ...

Uh.... I don't write poetry. At all. EVER. I don't even know if it belongs in this category. But... here's what I tampered out this evening. And, it's supposed to ...

If you could see my faceEvery second of every dayI bet it would change your attitudeI bet it’d change what you sayIf you could see who I amWhen the doors ...

I like myself betterWhen the lights are all offWhen the mirror is shatteredTucked away in some boxWhen all of my thoughtsAre written down on a pageWhen my very soulIs free ...

Hypocrites have ugly teethWith lies well strewn in all they reapAnd backs bent with tempers flaringHearts unworthy, thoughts are daringHypocrites have spiny hair That cracks and sizzles in the airWith

I think I met my soul mateSitting on the steps to K-MartWe shared but one quick glanceBut from that I knew his heartI believe I met my soul mateThat hot, ...

Live your life through sound proof wallsBlocking the lies and deceit in the hallsUncertainty is your new first nameAnd the adjective that best fits is insane Your mind now makes ...

You could still seeWhere she pressed down the sandJust a small placeIn this huge old landYou could still hearWhere her soul couldn't breatheToo many reasons She had to grieve You ...

Fires, flamingdeep down,beneath flesh, bone, and blood.Ignited by a clean break,as you choke on the chalky pieces.Fears, festeringmid-way,beneath cloth, head, and hope.Encouraged by a hurt thought,as

I wrote this the other day at 4 AM. Why am I posting this? The pacing is strange and the gimmick is tired. With that ringing endorsement, take a peek.