Bad Poetry For Good People

Tara Estreale

her eyes are dark as the morning light,
her hair is black as the clouds of white
her skin is smooth as the bark of the tree
her mind is closed as it is free
her her voice is loud as a sigh
her ego is big as is shy
she is a mother and a father as well
she caught you as you fell
she listened with no advice
she gives fish and rice
she grounded you and got you high
she loved you and never asked why
you pick her apart
you chip at her heart
you rip and tare
you just don' t care
you abuse
you use and use
it is not long
for time is geting short
if you don' t help now
you will need a trasport
Wed, May 2, 2007 - 5:33 AM — permalink - 0 comments - add a comment

what eva

Life is full of suprises and stuff
it comes quick
it comes slow
it comes
it goes
is it real
who knows
why ponder
why dwell
just live it
just give it
love life
live love
Wed, April 25, 2007 - 1:40 AM — permalink - 2 comments - add a comment

Gray Matters

waves of light pierce the ego of our dark mind
numbness fills the void
falling
falling
nothingness surounds
love life spirt experience it is all
taking over the void
empty no more
experince your love
feel your life
live your spirt
love your expirence
reconstruct a stronger better self
find your inner whatever
and
Dance
Dance
Dance
numb no more
waves of darkness ripping the ego from mind
it is Gray again
Wed, April 11, 2007 - 2:44 AM — permalink - 2 comments - add a comment