everyone's a poet
By Laurie Ann Evans
 
everyone's a poet.
we dance alone
singing our own song.
alarm clocks ringing
in our ears.

whatever happened to
doing acid in the woods?

the lightening
that splits my skull,
and rattles my brains.

i see my age
in my hands.
my scars,
that each tell
their own story.

that lightening,
the thunder,
an echoing ghost
in my ears.

i was born in santa monica, ca. on may 26th, 1969. a single child i was raised by my mother alone, after my father died from a self-inflicted gun shot wound when i was 3. i was more then the typical troubled youth, and have suffered from depression for as long as i can remember. the last few years i've been dealing with my depression through my poetry. hoping to create something positive out of the darkness within me.