Poems from cecyroman
my mother passed away last december and I can't stop writing poetry that is dark, then again that's always how my poems have been, but they've gotten darker. I like my style of poetry there are others also I have written, but my teacher kept them because I don't like looking back at my previous work
Care to take a walk on the moon?
I do too, but I can't
He's too far gone
And I'm still here on the sun
I'm space bound unfortunately...
Kisses were sweet
Like silver ecstasy
You've given me life
Like using ecstasy
You fried me up
Overdose ecstasy
I keep relapsing...
The night slips to day
Gray bruises remaining on her skin
She begins to cry
Knowing a moment too soon, it all fell apart
Gray bruises...
So Many things I dread
Even during the day
My head is filled with lead
I might as well been born dead
Since my first beginning in May...
Suspicions seem to lure quaint
Moments like these are harrowing
Though many sense it redoubtable
It's all very queer
Everything...