About Me
- Heiriana
- New Jersey, United States
- Now keep in mind that Im an artist and Im sensitive about my ish. Every since I was young I always wrote poems, songs, and short stories. So of course when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up my first intial reaction was to say writer. Overtime the responses to that answer changed me, but never changed my way of thinking. I was told, "to be a writer was an impractical dream." And "Writing should be a hobby not a career." But in the words of my favorite artist I believe "if they don't know your dreams, then they can't shoot them down". Writing is more than just a passion to me. Like air, it flows thru me. It's my reason for life, my reason to live. My poems are like my diary, how I view the world, life, and love. So feel free to read my poems. Take a look at things thru my eyes, my dreams and my thoughts from living life with my head in the clouds.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Mirror
It’s the squeeze in his hug
His walk like a thug
The pants with no belt,
That made me feel the way I felt.
But ask me now how do I feel,
When I cook his every meal,
After I’ve known him in bed.
Well I feel like I’m fed.
Because of the pain that I know,
The bruises that show.
I look in the mirror and see some girl who’s not me.
There is no way out.
He screams and he shouts.
I’m leaving I’d say
But shelter is too far away.
Now all I can do is pray.
Its harder to leave then u think
Kind of like the blood in the sink
I love him and always will
After all he pays the bills.
Controlling his anger, he says he tries.
Do better I always cry.
But the man I once knew lives there, somewhere inside.
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