get a grip I tell myselfon this shadowy afternoonsitting in the shade I daydreamwith sleek thoughts of you I cravecoveteness behave, these feelings can't be understoodconvicted soul, my flesh has other ideasseeking you in the darkmy mind alters and...

102 degrees does not rival what your eyes convey Trickle of sweat Parched mouth Labored breathing One more thing will sinch my demise “Baby…I miss that mouth.” I’m a puddle.

I want to thank every single person who has come to my Poetry and have read and left comments. Believe it or not, I am still trying to figure out how to navigate here, so it’s not that I...

Death came quickly, I remember. But not quick enough.I suffered. Suicide is painful in so many ways,to myself, to others. And for those others,deep emotional pain followedand internal scars inflicted by my selfishness!By my self-pity!By my own choice! I say this, don't do...