Dude on the Internet  spoils the ending of a book to my friend.
That friend spoils it for me.
"I needed it out of my system,  I am sorry Jaishree. "
I spoil for the girl sits next to me in the class.
She laughs and says
"I was expecting him to die from the start."
I spoil it for my other classmate who doesn't seem to care.
"It's just a book! It will pass in a few days."
How dare you, I mentally say while slaughtering his soul
Another classmate lent me her book for the weekend.
"It's written beautifully!  The main character dies in the end."
Well thanks for that girl, I really needed to know what happens before starting the book.

Isn't cliche'?
What others do say.

They mean no harm,
but pound the alarm.

They say it out loud,
but not very proud.

They are behind the screen,
and can be very mean.

They take no shame,
but they are to blame.

They have no intent,
but they are the one bent.

They seem fake.
but please, give me a break.

Time to get you ready for
another day of life.
Pick those pearls you so adore
that sparkle in the light.
Hair in curls of innocence
parted 'round your face,
a dress sewn with diligence
pocketed in lace.
A dash of blush upon your cheek,
a lovely big bouquet,
and perfume from your prized boutique
to send you on your way.
But all this trouble puzzles me, I confess.
From deep in the ground who is left to impress?

He was alone
Needed help from above
Holding on to the reality
Of being on his own
No love in sight
Left one night

A decision
That’s haunted
The heart of his strife
Standing on the corner
Trying to hide from sight

Being homeless
But really just a boy
Not a pretty life
Crossroad of time
Held back by tears

Seeing all with the laughter and cheer
Not caring for others
Not seeing the pain!
A small child hiding from thee
With tears falling in pain from within
Hoping life would go on without him..

Looking up to see the stars
Crying tears of longing
Seeing light from something above
The cold was turning him blue
Tears frozen were new
Marks of pain was visible
Stripes of blood defined
Splashing through the stream
Crushing in the snow
So much more complicated was he!

Wishes are smashed
Lives ruined
He didn’t want to exist
Seconds, minutes of the day
Means so much
As the boy man held out his hand
Wanting and needing but not knowing what to do!

Not having a *** nor having a cent
He realized he could offer love
Like so many had before
Life was upon them
Hope was his name
Hoping it would be the same!

Little one looked up and saw the hand
Thinking he was an Angel sent from above
Smile showed his teeth weakness began
Coldness over took
Them both that night
As they made their flight
Into the starry sky!

Meeting the Angels
That greeted them from beyond
Singing glory hallelujah
For all time!

He was but a portrait of a solid boy man
Who wanted to give the love
He never had!

Debbie Brooks 2014

Deep inside
my heart cries,
out of mouth,
insidious lies

Crimes of lust,
feeling no passion.
Sense of mind,
soon will be crashing

Took it's toll,
pay no mind.
Alone with another,
sight is blind

No conscience, no guilt,
laying in bare
Wait am I thinking?
I really don't care

It's only a game,
but I can not win.
I am a cheater.
Living in sin.