poem

Shattered pieces that fell to the floor. Pieces of me that can never be fixed. Holes of depression of a life so tattered and torn, of a young child scorn. I don't want no one too close, I'm too vulnerable to feel safe. A life that I wish I could erase, to start fresh with second chances, not to have to see the demons from my past. I would never want my child to see the demons that I had in my childhood past. Wishing to kill the inner child in me. Wishing never to feel that pain. Staying up all hours of the night not to sleep until I see light , so I don't have the fears of seeing you in my sight. Only for a short moment of feeling safe in my bed realizing that  I'm not that child in my head.

by joey

Poem

The days are coming. Judgement day is right around the corner. Are we ready to speak all that needs to be spoken. The jokes on you! God knows all you have done, Ramble on and on and on. Dreams may come, " of a better land". I need to testify, My life aint peachy keen. My mouth will get me to gods dream of saying all the poverted things. I will ask god for his forgiveness. A life long entry to the promise land, of finally being free and not judged. God please put your hand upon my head and free me from these ghosts that has haunted me. Let me know how it feels to be normal with no worries. God spoke and he whispered in my ear and said your strong, with your mind ,body, and soul, your here to teach others. Stop! They will listen and they will have peace.

by joey

Poem

Droplets of water fall from my face, memories of you with time and grace. God I know you say I have a purpose in my life. The misery I see it's hard to set free. I cry to let out the fear of letting go of someone too near to my soul. God if I could see the outcome of my survival, like the arrival of a newborn butterfly that is what I wanna be, for the reincarnation of a life that is free. I know we live to die, but I hide behind the tears I cry, to show no one my weakness.


by joey

Poem

Don't talk just listen. Listen to the wind through the trees. Listen to the whispering in the wind. Listen to the silence of a newborn baby's soul. Don't talk just listen. Listen to the water rippling over the waves. close your eyes and listen to the flow of the ocean. Listen to the birds communicate from tree to tree. Don't talk just listen. Listen to the souls that cry out for help. The angels above please help the children live through this mess we've made. Bring them under your wings and covet them for safe keeping. Silent their cry's. Make their lives as peaceful as the sounds I hear. Bring back the birds in the tree and the flowers and the bees. God shower me with your tears and cleanse my soul, so I'll have no fear as long as I know that you are near.

by joey