old popoems
serpents bite
try
as i might
be perfected in light
not mine
not yours
just right
nervous plight
make me
fake me
in each souls sight
i cant no more
fight
i feel hopeless
and mopeless
nothing touches
not even i
can touch this
homeless
break the doors
shred the plates
cut up the sheets
as my soul deflates
give me your heart
make me believe
ill get a tattoo
your hearts on my sleeve
in the night you will leave
come the new morn i will grieve
these are poems froma little comp book from between 2006 and 2009. i put them in this diary not sublime09 because i know that all(most) all of my poetry (especially in that little comp book) was about drug use.