Poems from halespage
I'm 20, but many tell me I have an old soul. I go through a lot of crap all the time about what I do and who I am so my stories and poems are the only places I can be free even if they mention my troubles it is a way to breathe, though the inspiration seems to fade every time
i hear the whispers I hear the laughing
I feel the pain I feel my shaking
I see the crowd I see the ending
smell the alcohal I smell the...
firey rage full of ice
flame brought down upon me
intrusive feeling of things so nice
shaking breaking making for a plea
standing my...
disconnected empty words frozen faces hearts torn apart into thirds stuck in stasis breathing in the poison listening voices always...
shadows fading swirling pulling tugging
taking me into a world that ill never control
"it's dangerous" they whisper
what living?
is it...
just one more breath
nice and slow, think it through
isn't life or death; see?
what do you want to do
I wish this wasn't me
living with...