Category: Writers Block
I think for the most part, the poetry thing on my part has been quite outdone by many of you but still I'll give it a go. And hope I'm good.
my soul cries in flight
I have a cold heart towards society in spite
you think my hearts cold as ice
but you should see who causes me the true fright
there is no hope
no acceptence
or broken light
only my tears of hatred to which I cry
you once loved me
but looking in to your eyes
now closed to my justice
let's see who's blind
I wish to bring my future and love to new hights
but how can I do so when others shunt me asside
ungiven rights
towards my isolation and sorrow you hold such delight
my anger is your amusement hand the wirld a prise!
a soul once bound like a kite
has a new chapter of life in need to rewrite
if you a disstruction then your hate be like hurricane Ike
My love for an unloving wirld is only slight
conchence fryed
pain spills forth every night
oh how!
Oh how!
I live in spite