My Poetry

Scabs

I was picking at a scab and opened up an old wound. As soon as the memories of you began to bleed out, I knew I was doomed. I should've never ripped off the band-aid. I should've just let the feelings fade... But now the dried up memories are fresh again. I think about you… Continue reading Scabs

My Poetry

Dictatorship

Rejection. Controlling me. Possessing me. Dictating me. Powerful like Hitler or Stalin yet owns no lips to speak, no eyes to see, no heart to feel, no brain to think, no limbs to move, no ears to hear. A horrid feeling. A speechless, lifeless, invisible force obstructing me from complete happiness. Controlling my thoughts, controlling… Continue reading Dictatorship