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A gift box full of memories, wrapped up in a bow Is what she gave me, they can't be given away Memories burnt into my mind
I Should Kill Myself
My teachers told me to stop dreaming all day They never told me you can die that way To live like that is barely to live at all
I want to talk about a religion It's sprouting up everywhere 'Tis a vlie little set of rules and beliefs
Chemically surged veins; My master assumes control; I'm all too willing
A Little Nuts
I'm worried I may be paranoid I'm fearful I've turned too fearful I'm worried I'm worrying too much Have I gone a little nuts?
The cold rusty edges of this blade hardly penetrated skin Yet they would dig so deep right into my heart I was shocked by the resilience of the human body
No pride No win No love No loss
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A gift box full of memories, wrapped up in a bow
Is what she gave me, they can't be given away
Memories burnt into my mind
Permanent movies stuck on play
I tried to flog em, I tried to lose them
But ultimately I know I'll need them
So I keep them safe in a box labeled
'Do not open'
And I riffle through them all every day