The Incompletion of My Poetic Tongue
Uncompleted
My hands began
to write but stop
My lips dry like the
native sand,it is forgien
to my tongue
I have a lifetime to run but
my bones are craking like a
american eulogy
Like uncompleted sentences my words cannot be completed
Underneath the branches of my
arms, they are between shaded worded
leaves of forgetton stories
Like sweet fruit, my art becomes sour
I hold my cards close to my
chest, and my falling ryhmes
begin to break
Like the dwells within a heart
my words are never completed
Childlike Reflection
Like complicated cracked mirrors
my refllection,has been left on broken
shelves
My handprints of a child left
in my mothers grasp
I take a breathe for today
and breathe in the world
has broke me to a science
i had completely hated
Tossed a mirror and now i know the world changes
but i used to hate me as if my life was to painful
I used to cut my self open to feel alive as
though my bloodstream in the mirrors is the
reason i'm writing
Breathe Me
Into a oblivion as
though my maddness
has reached its impact
Like a unlit cigarette
my life dances on the
thin lines of nicotine
Breathe in to me the beauty I once erased
As though this last night shall never breathe
the innoccence of the question
Have you seen my childhood?