I WANTED TO SHARE SOMETHING I WROTE ..I HOPE ITS OK IF NOT YOU CAN DELETE IT...ITS NOT A POEM BUT ALITTLE OF MY LIFE AND SOME PEOPLE MIGHT FIND INTERESTING..
Picking my head off the glass where i drown all my memory’s...thinking of how high would I fall if I leaped...this pain is killing me....memory’s of what’s been forgotten never fails to haunt me again. How should I feel knowing I was called on before there was death. If I ever thought of what the world would be with out me? Yes I’ve cried and weep over what society makes me.. But how can I go when she has noone to look up to.. How can I take my life and leave a girl scared .dazed and feeling alone and lost and not knowing who to call... but when that day comes I know she will be proud because I left with no worries, no bleeding, no torture, just free.............
A little girl filled with a big heart and compassion, emotionally un-stable , not knowing when will she ever be free again from this place,,this place that is not home..but someone else’s... wondering when can she see mom again or grandma ..but no answer because they’re not there..as she packs her bag again for the last time , she hopes to finally say those five little words “ there’s no place like home”. Every mourning she wakes and takes a cure to fight a cure that was given to her from a young women who enjoyed the night life, knew every spot in Spanish Harlem to cop a hit to make her free from everyone, but she didn’t know that keeping your legs closed and strapping on a condom and not letting tom, dick, harry, john share a needle, that maybe , maybe that little girl wouldn’t have contracted HIV. Maybe we could have lived peaceful, drama-less. Who knows ? My mother died in her 40's and twelve year old sister is still in a foster home.
Its a shame that people think of the "bad" in away ,instead of looking at the art of the poem .. but then again isnt that what society is today anyway..
thats the n or or w train right lol...oh i like poem
Im not sure which train that is. I took that picture a while back. Thx
I WANTED TO SHARE SOMETHING I WROTE ..I HOPE ITS OK IF NOT YOU CAN DELETE IT...ITS NOT A POEM BUT ALITTLE OF MY LIFE AND SOME PEOPLE MIGHT FIND INTERESTING..
Picking my head off the glass where i drown all my memory’s...thinking of how high would I fall if I leaped...this pain is killing me....memory’s of what’s been forgotten never fails to haunt me again. How should I feel knowing I was called on before there was death. If I ever thought of what the world would be with out me? Yes I’ve cried and weep over what society makes me.. But how can I go when she has noone to look up to.. How can I take my life and leave a girl scared .dazed and feeling alone and lost and not knowing who to call... but when that day comes I know she will be proud because I left with no worries, no bleeding, no torture, just free.............
A little girl filled with a big heart and compassion, emotionally un-stable , not knowing when will she ever be free again from this place,,this place that is not home..but someone else’s... wondering when can she see mom again or grandma ..but no answer because they’re not there..as she packs her bag again for the last time , she hopes to finally say those five little words “ there’s no place like home”. Every mourning she wakes and takes a cure to fight a cure that was given to her from a young women who enjoyed the night life, knew every spot in Spanish Harlem to cop a hit to make her free from everyone, but she didn’t know that keeping your legs closed and strapping on a condom and not letting tom, dick, harry, john share a needle, that maybe , maybe that little girl wouldn’t have contracted HIV. Maybe we could have lived peaceful, drama-less. Who knows ? My mother died in her 40's and twelve year old sister is still in a foster home.
For those who understand and for those you dont
wow thats deep..i hope everything is well with you and keep being strong
To" "someone I chatted with"?
Powerful story, thank you for sharing it.
This guy must have been really hot, if you're writing a poem like that. What did he look like?
Ol' boy Yusef is a freak aint he???
Bad ass poem! Gave me a semi.
Its a shame that people think of the "bad" in away ,instead of looking at the art of the poem .. but then again isnt that what society is today anyway..