I've been writing since I was 16, I use poetry as a means of expressing my opinions and feelings.
One soul free and one in chains, One holds dear what the other gains. A storm of trust on each relies, if neither fold, then no one dies.
By Debra Herrington4 years ago in Poets
You try your best to be unusual Anything to catch his eye. Change your make-up and your clothing, And you can’t tell me why…
Build me a church To hold all my beliefs. I take all the chances, And am known as the thief. I tried to warn you, That all this was a lie.
I know who I’m supposed to be, and how I’m supposed to act. I should try to watch all that I do and use a little tact.
Strands of barbed wire, twisted ‘round my space. Metallic walls of layered pain, Used to protect my face. It only hurts
I have no space of my own. No place left to go. I don’t know if my soul has ever been this low. All this pain is changing me
It’s not crazy if it’s true, Trading memories with you. Taking chances no one would, Just to see what folks would do.
I see no beauty angled ‘neath your smile. Nor warmth in your eyes. And anger, I dream. Concealed ‘neath your guile.
Popping dreams of yesteryear, your secrets kept me full of fear. Revealing faults I had in spades, forgiving all the mistakes I made.
Edge of illusion caught by the light. Glimmer of freedom lost with the fight. Traces of passion, given with grace.
Tempted to escape from reality's cage. Dive into my dreams, release all my rage. Revel in freedom, ignoring my past.
Fire in my eyes, the depth of my soul. Screaming out the lies you include in this role. Tell me what to say, how I’m supposed to feel.
