The Essence Of Who I Am

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  • Paris and Poetry Readings

    i want my life to be paris and poetry readings i want it to be coffee shops and forbidden love i want my life to be travel and writing i want it be one bedroom apartments and a dog i want my life to be staying up all night and…

  • Reality

    i’ve always wondered if i was happy if i would still write poetry would it still be in my DNA would it still be a part of me and i’m afraid i know the answer because looking back through my life the only times i write poetry is when i…

  • “Color On Me” Excerpt

    Like the stars we live in darkness, yet have our own fire to light the darkness . I think so many things are misunderstood in this world. The blaming before the truth. The power before the trust and the conviction before the pain. It’s all wrong, everything is. And it’s…

  • Arabic Poetry

    Empty apartment A key broken in the lock Stuck in this cycle day to day An artist to depressed to put on a frock Knowing if they were the last person on earth they would be ok Drowning in the haunting of grunge rock Reading arabic poetry to feel more…

  • Parts

    Sometimes it’s hard to take only pieces and parts Of the people who raised you and broke your heart To take the fire and leave the narcissist To leave the affair and take the heart of it To leave the broken vase shattered that was thrown across the room And…

  • Never Me

    It’s never me that writes the poetry It’s when he’s screaming at me that he writes it all quickly It’s never me who writes the poetry It happens when he traces his finger over my body It’s never me that writes the poetry It’s them whispering behind my back that…

  • Tattoo

    I want my body to turn into poetry  I want his hand to glide across the pages I want strangers to read me like a book  I want the world to feel raw through the ages  I want my family to understand how beautiful i am I don’t mind standing…

  • Very Badly

    Art steals everything away from you severly It strips you down until you are naked completely It takes your mind and drains it until you are empty It makes you its only friend so at least you’re not lonely I don’t think I ever want to be just happy Just…

  • Poetry Shouldn’t Exist

    It eats me up until i choke it out undeserving  And leaves me always starving  It haunts me until i try to make friends with the ghosts  Just to find out that i’m the ghost most It keeps me quiet and shy Even though without friends i just want to…

  • Branded

    In the last days I came to the point that my last hope was that my name would at least be branded next to yours I didn’t care if it was a shell in the ocean that I had thrown Or in photo with our names written in the back…