Writer/Dope Ass Poet
When letters grew rootswith buds like trees.When the sound of my heartboomed like thunder When my hands didn't write they bledThat's when I knew I was a writerNot want to beBut destined to be.
You said you just knewI wasn't the oneAnd my heart became a bomb.You said I'm hard to love. TickYou fell out of love months ago.TickYou found someone else.Boom.©dcgarriott
My credibility should never depend on someone else's opinion of me.Listening to loose words from foul mouthsOnly lessons your credibility.©dcgarriott
I've had a lot of people say they love methen disregard my entire existence. I wish I didn’t livein constant fear of being edited out - of my own life.©dcgarriott
One day Your name will besomething that is said.Not something that hurts.©dcgarriott
There is something so pitiful about a broken heart Like a million tiny tragedies at onceAll demanding to be felt The heart's not built for that but Poetry is @dcgarriott
Not every conversationconsists of words.I see you & you see me.Sometime just being presentmakes all the difference.©dcgarriott
Some days its both
Some days Poetryblooms beautifully on my tongue Some days Poetrycrumbles like gravel in my teeth.©dcgarriott
My body is still resentful for all the times I let her down.©dcgarriott
Forgiveness is something I've granted and begged for I'm not an expert on much But I am pretty fluent in compassion.©dcgarriott
In just one line, tell us a story about this photo.Title your post and share it with #boysOur #oneliner:Waves of TimeThe waves of time wash away our footprints, turning us back into boys.
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My thoughtsThey sync with my ink..©reglovespoetry
I don't do drugs...I addicted to pain..©lost_warrior