To messy to explode
need to implode
no reason to cry
over the spilt milk
leaking down your heart
making sour
by the hours
so keep it contained
keep it numb
I guess it's better
to be deaf than to be dumb
so just cover your ears
cause mommys screaming
those mean, mean words
and like monkey see
monkeys do
you're all grown up
screaming too
'cause otherwise
you wont be heard
thirty years later
your voice is hoarse
or was that from
that pack of cigarettes
your first love joe told you to smoke?
and now you need them everyday
just like you thought you needed him
to get you away
but all he brought was more
more pain
more hurt
more screaming
more leaving
and more coming back again
“baby please! I love you
it's not what it seems!
see daddy hit mommy
and that’s all I know.
I didn’t mean it
when I called you
just another ho.
so please baby
let me back home
cause you see its wet out here
and my big toe is cold.”
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These are some stories
PoetryThese are just some of my poems about people and stories I dream up. Enjoy, let me know what you think :)