Ten thousand eyes in each city Watches as our Lady Liberty Is raped and and stabbed and Blinded by a gun muzzle's gleam We've all grown accustomed to her screams From our TV and phone and computer screens We pray she stops bleeding But if she stops breathing Before she stops bleeding From whose rotten … Continue reading God Bless America, a poem
How am I to feel warmth again when as I dismantle my walls, bare my naked form, and offer you my very light, You build from me, shape my skin to leather and use my bones as cement to keep yourself warm?
Sometimes I wrestle and Fight my demons They choke me, drown me Dare to call it love And in our peace We kiss and cuddle and say, 'I can't live without you.' x
“do not think me cruel. sometimes, a sacrifice is done for the greater good think of this as a privilege.”
Pain to poetry My words are caught in my throat So I write instead (via - Daily Prompt: Unravel)
Denial is a prideful thing.
Another viewpoint of a beloved story. Disclaimer: Please view the following as fictional thought, not truth.
A haiku about devotion.
Her vibrant and expressive eyes – Once awesome and bright like the sun – Burned out like a bulb