Poems from SkyeBlue17
Day in and out, we speak of Diversity,
Commend Creativity,
Condemn pure Consistency.
We dream of a world full of Abnormality,...
Does Heaven have a stage?
Does God have a microphone?
Will I sing for Jesus when Heaven takes me back home?
Does Heaven have a stage?
A...
It's funny how stuff works out,
No matter how loud I shout,
You can't hear.
It's funny how shrill I cry,
Funny how much I try
To disappear...
The razor no longer slides through my wrist,
But I'm bleeding through the falling tears.
I have it all. I have the friends.
I have the...
The poet's dead, the song is gone.
With dying breath and failing brawn,
He whispers a foreboding phrase:
"The nights are spent, you waste...