Category: Poetry

I ain’t as good as I’m gonna get, but I’m better than I used to be

I am about to write a post to update everyone on what’s been going on the past 2 months that I’ve been home. But first, I am posting this song by Tim McGraw, it has some good lyrics about bettering yourself. I hope all the mothers had a good Mothers Day yesterday.

“Better Than I Used To Be” by Tim McGraw

I know how to hold a grudge
I can send a bridge up in smoke
And I can’t count the people I’ve let down, the hearts I’ve broke
You ain’t gotta dig too deep
If you wanna find some dirt on me
I’m learning who you’ve been
Ain’t who you’ve got to be
It’s gonna be an uphill climb
Aww honey I won’t lie

I ain’t no angel
I still got a few more dances with the devil
I’m cleaning up my act little by little
I’m getting there
I can finally stand the man in the mirror I see
I ain’t as good as I’m gonna get
But I’m better than I used to be

I’ve pinned a lot of demons to the ground
I’ve got a few old habits left
But there’s still one or two I might need you to help me get
Standing in the rain so long has left me with a little rust
But put some faith in me
And someday you’ll see
There’s a diamond under all this dust

I ain’t no angel
I still got a few more dances with the devil
I’m cleaning up my act little by little
I’m getting there
I can finally stand the man in the mirror I see
I ain’t as good as I’m gonna get
But I’m better than I used to be

I ain’t no angel
I still got a few more dances with the devil
But I’m cleaning up my act little by little
I’m getting there
I can finally stand the man in the mirror I see
I ain’t as good as I’m gonna get
But I’m better than I used to be

A poem about heroin addiction: Venomous

As I anxiously wait for the magistrate’s date
I sit and ponder my majestic mistakes.

My crimes are gathered ’round me in a pool of shame,
what a fool I was to think that alone I could change.

Over and over poison coursed through my veins
like venom from a lovely, deadly and devious snake.

And all the while I prayed to God for God to fix
the troubles caused by my own tortured state.

Instead – He placed me in this iron-barred fate
alone, all alone with my majestic mistakes.

God, I cried, why is this to be my fate?
Yet the days ticked by and I began to slowly awake

and move away from my sure date with death
with that lovely, conniving, and venomous snake.

I could see with clear eyes how it was God’s loving grace
that landed me here in my iron-barred fate.

Near now, so near, the magistrates date –
and yet I clearly see that my majestic mistakes

Were a blessing from God allowing me to awake
from the poisonous bite of my venomous snake.