Poems from Sockmonkeyz

An analytical mind trapped within an overactive imagination.
To a So-called Stepfather
Dear Dad,I believe that, at my creation, God deemed you my father. How else could a man be so delicately crafted for my upbringing? Surely...
From a Heart No Longer Bleeding
I was once misguided by the words, “ I love you”. Followed where they lead, bled until they turned me. Soaked my nights in silent tears.  ...
I Am She Who...
You may say I am naive,I live in a world of might be and maybes.I live in a world of possibilities . Optimistic, right before me I see a...
Invest
The phone rings, my heart grows wings. For a minute or two, I hope it's you. Realizing it's not, feels like I've been shot. You look at me...