If life is life at all
How do we live it
I guess i dropped the ball
But should I quit?

Love is an awfly big fall
So unexpected
It makes you feel you can fly
But if it ends some say you could die
You may call me a b**
For writing a poem
But it is what I use to stitch
Up my pain it makes me sane

I love you babe
My girl is true
Our love is real its a fact
You make me feel so new
Not used just in tact

I know you are my one
They say there are many fish in the sea
But your the only one that's right for me
Life wouldn't feel right without you by my side
I try to boast
I want to show you off

Cuz I know you are genuine
You are real you stole my heart
I don't want it back
I don't want to start
In this world without you
Because life isn't life with out you in it

I love you

Everytime he hit my mother I swear my skin would be bruised for days.

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.

it
takes
a lot of
desperation
dissatisfaction
and
disillusion
to
write
a
few
good
poems.
it's not
for
everybody
either to
write
it
or even to
read
it.