Aleair

Hello Hello Hello Welcome to my world My world is My world My.... I'm sorry have we met? I'm a little on the fritz you see I am a little out of sorts My brain isn't right I can be thinking of thing Then poof there it goes. Have we met? I never forget a face You look like my great aunt Twice removed On my Great Granddad's side Or maybe it was the other side . . . Did you know I am an artist? A struggling artist. Not struggling as in no income I mean struggling as in... I don't know what the FUCK I want to be I can't draw My sister can It makes me jealous I can write some... But not as well as my sister What wa

[Another Slam Poem] a poem by me like a bee flying through the sky with a bad crash landing no one knows but everyone shows nothing special just little me everyone can see through the thick glasses and the silly speech i am dreaming of a day when i can be a somebody i feel so free when i say what's on my mind who knows what they'll find pull me out of this psycho's thought Processing....... load complete let the game begin this game of who can win and whoever wins is the one who can hit hardest look at me low self-esteem bad attitude but no one can bring this girl down i can be whatever i want to no one can te

[A little Slam Poem I made awhile ago] let the music fill my ears beating to my own drum i dance like no one is watching and sing as though i am singing to the friendly shower-head that i talk to day in and day out no one else will listen so what am i supposed to do kids have their imaginary friends adults have their co-workers friends? who has the patience with the lies the lies the lies lying to get out of trouble only that monster that guilty monster eats away all your insides paranoia seeps through those little cracks until finally you crack under the pressure of being perfect fitting in with everyone else makin