I'm writing a short on the Devil.
The lady at the library didn't bat an eye.
I woke up at three in morning, worried.
It was just a bad dream,
a nightmare.
Its curious to think how strong his voice is
coming out of me.
Maybe I'm just that gifted
or maybe there's something I don't see.
"Don't read the books if its going to frighten you"
my moms says.
"all of that is make believe"
my boyfriend says
"He is nothing but a lair, prick and never to be trusted"
says my dad
"can't wait to read it"
says a few
i write limiting myself to where the story will go
I write on shaking that thought and opening my mind
I write on and on writing to scare myself.
Asking what If
the If i read is the question of sin
the if Stephen King taught me to use
The if that maybe...
no, it can't be.
there is nothing to fear.
You used to let me roll in the front with you.
With the windows down low.
Music and our favorite shades on.
You would ask me all these questions and id be so annoyed to answer them.
I would help you plant flowers in the backyard and I used to hate it.
There were way too many bugs in the dirt anyways.
We would go and play the lottery together and I remember I won a couple of bucks.
You asked me if I wanted to go collect the money.
I said no because if im going to win, im going to win big.
I got my poetry published and you bought the books.
You made me sign the book and I felt so famous.
You used to sit me on your lap and you used to play this game on my back.
It was relaxing and soothing.
We would cook together and I would bake you sweets.
You used to drive me to my orthodontist appointments and you were so amazed of my braces.
One night I got called in and mommy told me you had cancer.
She held me in my arms and we cried together.
We took a long nap and I felt like shit after.
I tried to see you as much as I could but every time I saw you I would step out and cry in my moms arms.
Then they announced your death.
I swear I died too.
.
Must be nervous
It must be the girl
I get to sit next to...
the one with the hair;
gorgeous hair, it was!
What?
What the...
Fingers on the belt,
bullied my button-fly;
muscles, belly, and knees
teased as they shook me
as I kept myself
flattened to my wooden school chair.
Save me, He-Man!
Would the Batman know what to do?!
I stirred and pressed
and pushed the tush, firm,
to keep me from lifting off!
How could they not hear me,
breathing, nervously?
Summer heat beats my back
and just pours….
and it p
o
u
r
s
as my heart races
Bells, alarms,
where are you?!
I'm freaking out here!
9:32
9:34
9:36
9:39
9:42
3.. 2.. 1….
Help me?!
No?
Bran?
Did I stay up too late?
I did all my homework!
My friends aren't going to like me anymore…
…ever
never again!
9:46
9:47
9:48
My He-Man doll is looking to lose his head!
Why are they staring?!
shivering
Mom?
…please help me
Call the school
do whatever moms do
My eyes filled
as a fever spread
across and down;
down to THAT place.
How do butterflies, fly?
Why can't I fly?
Will we fly someday?
Disneyland is big…
I can't hold it!!
9:51
9:52
9:53
9:55!!!
9:55!!!
9:55!!!
9:56
9:57
Rocket fired off
from Chocolate Town
upon the chair;
up on the balls of my feet
to haul it like the Flintstones
and no one stared
No one cares!
No one knows!
Door's locked
hall pass
Damn!!
I hate school,
today
Forever!!
..but, today, first.
-Mark Lach
I'm just done with all this shit. FUKING DONE. All I ever do is look out for her and her family and all I get from her own mother is disrespect and humility and talking behind my back to the girl of my dreams??? Wtf??? Why the fuck would I stay and take this shit?? Dad.. If u can hear me wtf is going on. This is ridiculous and I can't take it. Her mother is tearing my heart outta my chest. I know I said to not let parents get in the way but fuck. This is retarded and I can't believe I'm still here yet trying to fix everything when idk if its going to work. Why would I do what I do and treat everyone so good? For this to happen to someone like me? Like this could happen to my dad 3 months ago with his. Passing... Why??? This worlds a fucked up place. Aeriel doesn't know it and all I do is try to show her what I've been through and tell her yet nothing really clicks until its too late. Apparently im a liar when Shes talking to my bitch ex that SHE SAW WAS LIEING to me just 2 FUCKING DAYS AGO. Doesnt believe her true love???Everything's too late. My dads passing... My uncle being how he has to my girlfriend, my girlfriend Aeriel being how she is, and her fucking witch mother. Can't stand her. Treat her daughter like gold and I get dumpstered on by her knowing I can't retaliate or it's over between her daughter and I. That piece of shit old bitchy witch. Wouldn't tell my girlfriend, my life, that her moms as bad as she is but not even I would try to say some of the things I'm thinking. I'm done. The only little piece of me staying... Is my true love for this girl...
The differences between a single dad and mom.
Seem to be that the single dad doesn't complain.
He doesn't brag about being one and working.
Like the single moms.
He rises up in the morning.
And makes sure the child takes a bath or a shower.
He cook them something to eat.
Before they head out to school.
Yes, some good men do the things that women do.
Probably better than the mom.
Don't be shocked or even alarmed.
He accepts the warmth of hugs, from his children.
And say, I love you too.
For, his child there's nothing within power he wouldn't do.
Even get along with his former spouse.
If it's required too.
He doesn't need others to say , he's a good man.
Cause, he's a good dad.
He see all that.
Whenever his children's laugh.
In his heart and eyes.
He know, he has been blessed.
Oh, yes.
The single dad.
Who doesn't feel the need to brag.
Cause action speaks louder than words.
A game of lies
Spoken between the lines
And it all boils down to
Who knows who
Who knows you?
You know Sue?
She's real new
I heard from Stacy
She's got a man or two
Sucks dick for booze
But sits on a pew
Every Sunday
And confesses her sins
With her slate wiped clean
She does it all again
Wearing a grin
What nerve to think
Life's a free for all
As long as you pray
On your knees everyday
Six days show the truth
Unholy, and without shame
But on the seventh
Your god takes his claim
Who knows
Maybe he likes this game
Maybe god's sick in the head
Who are we to say
Why the games?
Why this life?
Nobody knows
That's just how it goes
It's a game of thrones
And a kingdom of lies
Daddy's caught up in the throes
Of a coke head fantasy
Mommy's all alone
Seeking comfort in the Hennessy
And children are born
As a result of the adultery
We call those game pieces
Pawns from an old game
Old flames and new tricks
Come back to haunt you
And your new fix
Girls to moms
Baby food and fresh kicks
For Christmas
Grown women
Or old girls?
Fuck if I know
But it’s the kids that suffer
Growing up
With tears for supper
Until they became cold
Fucked around and got old
At the age of sixteen
Old souls
Or so it seems
This is the world we live in
Not even the worst
Third world tragedies
Fronting like
First world prodigies
With only songs of sorrow to sing
We are the American dream
Dragging ass lately
anchors seem to be hanging on both my ankles
feels like I got a thosand pounds on my back
and each one keeps wheighing me down.
If I could just get a couple off my back
I'd be able to relax
but when your in the struggle
more and more keeps adding on.
If I get lazy then I fail
if I get complacent then I
mise well move back into my moms basement.
I say fuck that and take my bandanna out wipe my face
tie my Timberlands Tight and get back to the grind.
Bcause eventually the wieght will be lifted and it'll be my time to shine.
It's Just about time
I can taste it.
at first things were great with my mom and my dad
she should have stayed best she could have had.,
most would call it shallow to leave be on your own,
not some tantrom all around disaster
day by day a year matured faster
I was only nine helping mamma cross the line,
child support goes for my stepbrothers fine.
maybe when he was my age he belonged in a love cage,. 10 His own mind rage,.
but sneakin out at night for some hood fight ! back to 21 remember that he died right.
only one who cried long my heart syed a new song,
never understood. cant we just get along?
yea you say a bad kid, as a parent not helpin had did..
with learning had hid,
hurting words created
thats why my brother deflated...
mom I was good kid seain what was right never under stood you'd rather quit or split
You know I was you're hero you made me just some zero...
once was indepenent then boom the mind flent,
now your'e just insane controlled by cliffs chain,
but you know that I dipped along the way I tripped
one thing that I fell, atleast I'm out my shell
led out on the train achieved my life regain,
sorry that I hit him,
your hubby just was cruel
as a lil Rhym he through me in the tubby
hit me with his bottles called me fat and chubby
beaming red eyes screaming all night crys,
all on my own,
brother helped when I got thrown.
even at four got pushed to the floor.... by the way just more to say
Once i hit twelve I ran for he door
Thid bad man for the rest of her life
she said yes to be his wife,
with his big ring knee on the floor
I just think 'Ding hells at the door...
moms the baby inside screams save me
plus her dad got out the knife he was crazy her whole life
by time i Got to ten my mind was in a den,.
every day was yelling,
just be soft and sweet by telling,
I know you are just scared And once you really cared.
with your so called man,
the one with no life planned
You see I left the road called far west
with out your'e hand I just want the best,
one day mom you wont see me
one day mom you'll be at rest..
cause that mess left bullets in your'e chest :'(
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You left the streets for your family
But you forgot your own in the ghetto
Moms broken down ever since
Always looking kinda mellow
She cries for her soldier's return from the war
Honestly I cant comprehend what this fights for
Your kids ask wheres daddy and all their mom can do is cry
New modern moms.
Hold no chance to competing against the old school moms.
With less they did their best.
With more they control the house.
With few.
Many modern moms complains.
As if the old school moms didn't do the same.
It's just that they had moral support.
From their very own mothers.
Who didn't want their grand children's to be complete trouble.?
Ask many of the old school kids?
Who wasn't afraid of their grand parents?
Rules back then was a lot different.
Parents was your guidance.
While today many wants to be their friends.
Instead of being their parents.
And many times you didn't have an option to visit church.
It was a written rule of the requirements.
To pay God your dues.
And skipping school wasn't in the mix.
If you quit.
It was really to help your parents.
Who might have been struggling?
And again, they might not have let you.
Yes, modern moms don't have the patience.
Least, like the old school moms had in our youth.
Now, there are a few that reminds you of yours.
Just by noticing the things they do.
I guess in away.
I'm saluting them too.
The new moms of the modern days.
Who simply won't let the child have their way?
