Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Sheep-less Blood 

Binding seams.
Constantly ripped open.
Friends and family.
Become enemies.
No love is pure.
Just driven by greed.
Respect is gone.
What's in it for you?
Bring me down.
You think I'm better than you.
I didn't get this strong.
From happiness.
I'm not that beautiful.
Underneath all of this.
Trying to live .
But life never comes easy.
Continued curses.
I pray for the positive.
Dwelling in negative space.
Consuming drugs.
Just to leave this place. 
Try to understand.
But continue to misinterpret.
The wounds you create.
Prove I bleed.
So why insist.
On always pulling seams?

Sydney Barlette.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

I wanted to belong.
Be apart of something.

But yet I was always different 
Than the people around me.

Lone Wolf

Being different can make
You feel crazy and Incompetent.

Or it change the world. 

Sydney Barlette.

We all have stories. This is my story. These are my poems. This is my existence. 

....... I hope I can touch your heart, stimulate your mind, and bring out your fangs.