Biography of Christopher Biddle
Well idk wat 2 say, my names chris ima b-boy (breakdancer) but in my spare time i love 2write poetry its a way i can express my self without being judged by ne 1 and it jus helps vent u knw? well want 2 knw ne tin more dont b a stranger peace!
Christopher Biddle Poems
To My Mother...
mom i love u but it hurts me when ur like this
Am I Alone?
I get a funny feling, It comes from deep inside. I get all mad & angry, Wanting to go & hide.
I Thought I Loved You
I've commited no evil I've done no sin So, when Im farthest from losing Still, I never win.
Corsair of the wood discard your skin your pallid, wormlike vulnerability.
I rush to the bathroom & lock the door, I can't stand this pain, I can't stand it any more! I go to the cabinet for that lethal pill,
Reminiscin on the nights we used to share, I still have feelings for you that I can't even bare.
Looking up at the sky Yeilding to the full moon Changing into a powerful predator Another glorious night of hunting
Ever Since I Saw You
Your not just anyone, your special Your one in a million & Im not leaving her till I can be with you.
The things that seem like I can't control Are the ones that seem to hurt the most.
Just Too Hard...
Now that you are gone & out of my life I got to forget all those days you waisted my time
This is hip hop, lil Goofy's version Cause Hip Hop represents me as a person My life, My outlook, My essence My integrity, My honor, My blessings
I open my heart & pour out what bleeds, My mind f$%ked up with all these twisted dreams. Demons callin me, my soul it fights My mind, it separates but my hand still writes.
Don'T Be Talking Shyt!
I ain't like any other I'm different in many ways People don't see it cuz im smiling everyday I keep my head up & don't let nutin get me down
Here We Are Darling
So here we are darling, we've arrived at that day, When I stop writing poems and I start writing pain. You took my heart, just because you could. Even though having it did you no good.
My day has sucked
So I go to my room
Im crying all night
Wanting to die
I sit in the comer
Holding my blade
Not wanting to cut
But I have to feel the pain
The pain brings me back to life