I've been writing since I was 16, I use poetry as a means of expressing my opinions and feelings.
Slid so fast into the dark, pushing blindly past the shit. Never tried to stop, at full speed when I hit. Couldn’t see it coming,
By Debra Herrington5 years ago in Poets
What echoes in my mind? Voices soft and sweet. Trying to destroy all this wretched heat. Where is it I belong? I know it isn’t here.
A twist of rage, betrayed by a glance. Swiftly hidden beneath romance. Terror tries to emerge, quickly hidden from you.
Who dreams of lust? Caught between heaven and hell. Close enough to touch but too far away to tell. Trading glances of desire,
Slices of reality, sharp as broken glass. Dreading what you say and what will come to pass. Hiding everything I feel
I am what you made me, something close to obscene. Just a little vulgar, but much too pristine. Begging you to change me
I don’t dream anymore. Too afraid of what I’ll find. And what if I said what was really on my mind? And what if my reality
You drifted, towards the easy way out. Pretending you knew what life was all about. You turned Away from destiny.
I missed the thunder rolling And the lightning crashing down I waited for the rain to fall And drench my silken gown
I missed the thunder rolling And the lightning crashing down. I waited for the rain to fall and drench my silken gown.
The world is on fire, melting the ice in my soul. The Gods tower above me, With eyes black as coal. What obsession is this?
Left these feelings behind so many years ago. Searching frantically for A place I'll never know. Trying desperately
