raysthepoet

So He Stands there, He hates it when he’s alone, Cause he Can’t stand the Voices in his head, But he’s mostly alone,and Loneliness is

So am standing at Heavens Door, undecided,should i Knock??, it’s hard i can’t even raise my hand, Soo unworthy to even cry, I killed a

She Lay there Too hopeless to Pray, A Precise incisioned pain aiming directly for her left side of the Chest, Tearing across the Ribcage piercing

Hesitant, in my mind there’s a war, My poor mind get’s picked as the arena, Some Thoughts threaten to breaks my walls, Should i fall?

The world grows Colder am closer to the edge, Am ending it, My Life is Messy up, Whats the Point? All i ever did was

Afraid of her own shadow she huddles herself in a Coner, Scared of her own emotions She Braces for the Coming floods, Waves of emotions

You Sit, Rich in thoughts reach for the deepest parts of your soul, Fishing for Something different, a part of you that is apart from

Hey you, ! it’s me yet again after a Dozen poems, it’s time for an after-Monday Dose A Poetic tuesday, today’s Poem is about you,

What if i told her that I Loved her on a Saturday ? But then, Saturdays are slow days, She might take ages to let

Hey you, Yes you ! let’s me take you back in time, back to the times when everything seemed big, Back to when growing up