Poems from Malenamarie.aka.M.and.M

Does no one understand the word "burn-out"? What about "I'm burnt out!"? This rope is on fire and I'm at the end. Everyone seems to think...
Stranger. Bitterness. Anger. Hurt.   Because of your bitterness I am a stranger. Because of my hurt that makes me a stranger.   Your anger...
Crumpled pages of a tattered heart. Broken quill of a feathered pen. Blured words through tearry eyes. This is how life ends.   Colored...
A troubled teen, she wonders the streets, a paint can in her hand. She wants someone to notice her. She wants someone to value her, so she...
She was in the corner when I saw her. She was broken and alone. Only I could see past her jaded smile. She looked frozen like a statue...