My old pieces: Poem Compilation

Covered in Clay
We are all like a bundle of clay
We mold so easy, just to one person’s touch
We change a little, its all the same, day after day
Maybe a little, maybe a lot, but we owe so much
To these people in our lives
Some good, some bad
Others just stick us with a knife
Or just put us down until we get mad.

But once in while, something wondrous happens
Someone who will love us, care for us
Someone truly full of passion,
Who won’t make a fuss
They are the parents, friends mentors
People who will guide us calmly
The ones who help deal with our internal wars
Help us fend off the things that make us zombies.

We love these people
And they will truly love us
So let’s mold them back.



Mistakes I Have Done
I sit now with pen in my hand
Arms folded across my face
She took so much away
Joy, life, fun
I shouldn't have tried to take it back
Cold metal bracelets chained together
Hanging off my wrists
My fingertips are bloody and raw
From so many nights spent clawing
Trying to escape
Losing any and all rational thought left
My back aches and my lip is broken
Every bit of my life hurts
All for a night of fun
I never wanted to hurt anybody
Especially not her
If someone makes a loud noise
My heart jumps with fear
Remembering that fateful night.
The night where is all went up in flames
I never pleaded for help
No matter what her mamma said
I broke the rules and deserved what I got
But did she deserve it
She lied, but I killed
My heart is full of sins
Most are small, but one outweighs the rest
I can still hear the car engine, roaring
Then busting through the glass window
Seeing her body, broken and gone
In the crumpled heap where she laid
You can never know how I feel
My emotions are locked away in a cell
Much like they one I am currently in
Its all gone
Just for one night of fun

The Lone Boy
A boy without a family.
A boy whose only ties are cut.
That’s me. I’m all alone.
All I have is myself.

Darkness surrounds me,
I feel cold.
What could I do.
My father is dead.

All there is me.