Poems from Crackhousecook
Write from the heart
The flow different, lacking
grabbing at words out of reach
just to fall flat
the flame that used to burn
fluidity...
Never good enough
Never ceasing to fail
Getting shunned by my parents
Cast away by my friends
No one seems to want to help
I’m alone to...
It only takes a second to lose everything
Whether a possession or a loved one
In this case it's my everything
The only thing that lit up...
Waking up every morning to the same tune
Thinking about leaving this place from morn till noon
Stumbling out of bed thinking of who to...
The dark holds many things
Nightmares, demons, all of our fears
The thought of these stings
Often stimulating many tears
The darkness...