The Voices In My Head- A Poem By Me

img_20150427_194016The voices…the voices in my head. The voices in my head have finally won

After they have spoken to you so long their words sound like a sweet symphony woven off the devils tongue

I am not sad please dont be sad all the poetry I’ve wrote could not untangle what I have┬ádone

The depressed state comes and goes from season to season I told the happy doctor from our first and only session

I just hope when her time comes flashes of her patients remain as a will of testament as her maker reads out her last confessions

To those who loved me, to those who love me till this day, I guess you were right this wasn’t the way, shit this isn’t the way, but this was my way

Please don’t cry for me, I’d much rather see you doing what I should have been doing which was pray

I love you and please make a way…

Imagine- A Poem By Me


Closing your eyes and no longer being there,
Neither having space nor time
I have danced to the heart beats of many souls before
But no one has given me much reason to stay moving
to the rhythm and rhyme, like I get from you and I
Every move, every step, every pace is you
Every trail, every path that I try to lead there is a trace of you
Even when I cant find myself there is a place for you
I am deep In
To even think of myself or decide whether this will be the death of me
Or will that be the life in me
Somehow they both give me balance
It’s a scary feeling I know,
How another human being could have such an effect on another being
To be completely filled and to be completely emptied
And by that you consume every part of me
And consumed I am
And this is my consumption

Iam The Gym- A Poem By Me

IMG_20150427_194016The Gym, I wake, I wake up early, I am tired in fact I am half asleep, my alarm rings as I quickly pamper my face with water
Where did I put my running…its okay because my dog always hides my sneaks, always in the same place, I guess its his way of saying I love you and before you get back on your way grab me some treats
One blink and now the receptionist looks at me hoping I brought my id with me for a change
we both know this my second home, even the owner knows my name

The Coffee Shop- A Poem By Me

IMG_20150427_194016The world is cold, and with everything I been through I don’t mind when the temperature is below freezing
I laugh sometimes when you said I would be nothing without you/ but little did you know I was already gone once you were leaving
I love myself now, as you now ask me is this all I got from the relationship
I reply yes, all I ever wanted was love as I walk out the coffee shop the first place we met, Yes I love this coffee shop this is my fucking coffee shop, you don’t even like coffee
You follow quickly as I know this routine all to well/ Am I suppose to cry this time like all the other times, hell; is what you put me through without ever wishing me a well,
Well this time you go to hell, I wish you well.