May 27th, 2024
Six days left
Of being thirty-one
I don’t really know
Who I’ve become
Am I losing my focus
Have I lost my way
Who I was before
Isn’t who I am today
Reflecting on the past
But I know I can’t live there
Leaving behind an old life
And people who never cared
I might not be where I want
But I’m finding direction
From every wrong turn
A new route from rejection
As confusing as it feels
That’s the beauty of growing
Finding myself
After all the not knowing
April 30th, 2011
The idea, so close
The passion, so strong
But each and every thought
Makes it feel more wrong
The temptation, irresistible
The lust, set on fire
The devil’s reaching out her hand
And I feel your desire
Your lips pressed on mine
Up against the wall
And if I do this now
I think I might fall
Lock your eyes in mine
And look at me like before
Take my hand
And I’ll follow the allure
February 23rd, 2011
Just one more sip
But somehow the bottle’s already gone
It never stays full for long
She lays in her room
She knows nothing’s okay
She knows she’s right
But it’s all wrong
Through a night’s sleep
The day disappears
It just disappears
It’s already gone
Just another drink
And another bottle
Things fall apart
The roots so deep
What you’ve come to be
Just another drink
So unforgiving
It won’t leave her glass
This isn’t her
It’s all just a blur
But I see so clear
The ending so near
Of my loss of faith
Another drop
And my heart stops
It can no longer feel
I’ve become so numb
I’m just too young
To know who you’ve become
Would you want that for me
To do as I see
To give up everything
For just another drink
Doll Poetry 