Deep Poetry for Friday, February 4, 2011

Hate this Watching you break down Seeing you hit the floor Not able to get up Watching how you die I don't wanna watch anymore I don't wanna see it every night Seeing it in my dreams Over and over again Someone make it stop Someone help me I can't stop it I can't help myself I can one way Die! Sign in to see full entry.

Am I human Am I a monster Monster I am so many things But human is not one And it never will be I scare you I hurt you How is that human I'm more like an animal But I want to be human So you will love me again Sign in to see full entry.

White Rose They tell you of when times were hard Folks shared toilets in the yard The darned socks on the washing line Dad digs coal down in the mine The view out from your back-to-back Is the panoramic black pit stack Life tarnished by the dirt and grime Children’s lungs smoked filled woodbines They tell you of when things were scarce And everything you had was shared Clothes handed down from child to child To subsidise dad’s pint of mild The coal fire and the old tin bath A holiday, you never... Sign in to see full entry.