Poems from spiffysays

Contemplation
Contemplation You always hear about slitting wrists;The only way to release the pain is to cut straight down like this.It was never "...
Without a Face, Do I Still Exist?
Without a Face, Do I Still Exist?   Roses are redViolets are blueI am deadCan you guess who?   I was conceived on a bedCreated by twoLies...
The Bystander
The Bystander   I called, but there was no reply.So, don't you get mad at meWhen you don't get to hear me cry.   I did everything I could...
Winter Blossom
Dedicated to a dear friend named Sandra Hong, whose life was tragically lost and taken away from us too soon in October 2013. As long as...
Vivid Loving
Vivid Loving   If one day, our laughter disappearsWould you settle for silence? If I no longer smiled and shed only tearsWould you let go...