My name is Connor Whyte and I have been writing poetry since I was Eight years old. As A kid I had a very Traumatic life and was born into A world of hate.
As I grew older I had trouble focusing on what was right but instead what was wrong and I began to take up poetry since I felt no one would ever understand me.
As time went on I grew wiser and more strong but at the same time got stupid. I had done something terribly wrong at the age of 16, I was caught for the wrong I had done and was taking away from home and put in A Program for kids with criminal behavior. From there on I started my quest to do right but as I made progress there was someone in the program that was not what you would call a good person and I was kicked from the program after a whole year of doing great. My probation officer saw I made huge progress and I was rewarded to go home. Now that I am home I have seen what horrible people are like and grew to be more mindful and weary in a world full of judgemental and inconsiderate people. I was once a weak and scared person and was afraid to stand up for myself now I have built a strong wall and have been not afraid to stand up for the things I feel are important to me. I feel I am a stronger and A more powerful being with a purpose to do better then I have been dealt and show people they are worth more then what others say about them. I never want to be brought down by pathetic and sick people in my life ever again.
I would love for you to read my poems and comment on them please do so as I am eager to hear it. Poetry is a form of art and it needs to be seen.
The eyes of A lier show no truth, The eyes of a good lier fools those who are blind.
Seeking the truth when the devils your story, Bidding you farewell and letting you commit the sin and burn in hell, Your alone living with the lie you tell that you will only believe, You made a grave mistake.
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As I lay dying I breath my final Breaths, My last dying breath I call to you, I call to you in confusion, I am not what people think I am, I use this body as A disguise, My dreams are my cover to my confusion, I try and push my dreams down but it is just a replay of the things that I have done wrong.
This substance I take to erase my thoughts are fading and to which I have grown used to, Use to the feeling, I am numb and my words seem untrue, Which is real I do not know, Is this life I am living just another excuse to fail, I have fallen we have all fallen, I push the meaning of existence, I push you like I have pushed away my real self.
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Sitting here thinking of you leaving me breathless, My heart was once cold and never seemed to beat, Your kiss is electric kicking my heart as it beats to the feeling of your skin.
Your eyes are the color of the sky when it turns blue, Your voice can sooth my soul and calm the ocean in my head, When I stand by you I feel I can do anything through you, When you say you love me it makes my head turn and my body feel numb, I will stay as you are the one who has stolen me away.
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I let the man that stands before me speak, I listen to his words and listen tell he begins to bleed, tell the floor is covered in his liquid and his embrace on life slips falling to his knees he begins to choke, Choking on his own words as the blood spills from his mouth as his lies begin to kill him eating him inside out, tell there is nothing but a pile of clothes soaking in his blood.
My head begins to throb as I listen to the woman who stands before me, yelling at my mistakes and pointing a finger at my defeats I watch every movement she makes every step she paces, I tune out the sound of her annoying voice as she begins to quiver my hearing clears, She begins to gasp and cough I watch in utter amazement her tongue turns green her face turns blue her speech starts to shake and her body drops in front of me. Her eyes stare at me I stare back into her emptiness I see someone as sadistic as a murderer, she wheezes out one last word and its hate.
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