a child abandoned
so he felt
numerous times under the belt
she screamed once
yelled at him
ever since you dad burned you argued to win
6 months old
a life of burning hell
will more of my family die in fire?
who can tell
but then Life
ohh sweet life
it brings the fire closer
takes my children
and the one never to be my wife
7... a little too younge
4......
**** **** **** it stung
Im so content being alone
work work work
a ******* drone
Im alive today
nobody to jump in and save me
do they look down in disgust?
im so ******* strong their death just wasn't enough.

Hello poetry, I love your jagged mismatched face
Your black and white pages, immune to gender or race
Your wisdom is spoken softly, screamed without concern
You teach with or without students, not a penny to earn
Within your pages I vent, without fear of rejection
I weep softly, at every written connection
I'm glad I found you, stick around awhile
I have to say it,  I really like your style

I won't give in;
I will not break.
I will fight to the end
With all that it takes.
I may struggle,
but I will not fall,
Because I'm here,
Standing alone,
Strong and tall.

She sat down at the bar right next to me.
She was looking kind, she was looking kinda *****.
She said she saw me a crossed the bar.
Really wanted to buy me a drink.
Red lip stick, glitter in her hair.
A red summer dress, a piercing stare.
Grey with a blue shade.
Leather boots as high as her knees.
She had me at "Can I buy you a drink?"

And we hit it off from there.
It was sweet, it was cool, it was something else.
It was love, it was hate, confusing as all hell.
I pushed her around, she forces me down.
And we hit it off from there.

She sat down next to me in the light.
Another cobwebbed Saturday night.
Said she saw me a crossed the room.
Said I didn't feel right.
And its the same old story.
She says I was looking too lonely.
And she was cute, she was ****, oh she was kinda *****.
Black laced eye liner and black lipstick.

And we hit it off from there.
It was sweet, it was cool, it was something else.
It was love, it was hate, confusing as all hell.
I pushed her around, she forces me down.
And we hit it off from there.

Its the same old story, another night another sorry.
Another role play, another morning.
And she isn't ever you.

And so we hit it off from there.
It was sweet, it was cool, it was something else.
It was love, it was hate, confusing as all hell.
I pushed her around, she forces me down.
And we hit it off from there.

Sweet serendipity,
Oh remarkable boy,
The hold you have on me,
I am overjoyed,
But the question engraved in me,
Still lingers,
In the back of my ever doubtful,
And wandering mind,
Am I ready to fall again?
Fall to another one's grasps,
Left to the fate of those incandescent eyes,
That could either be the key,
To my euphoric wonderland,
Or a hell of a demise.

I am easily twisted up in one's cleverly crafted words,
They are played throughout  in my mind,
As if they were original penned by him,
And who knows maybe, quite possibly, they are.

But oh,
He is fine,
And I do find that I unwind,
Deep in the grasps of his comforting arms.

Could this possibly lead me astray?
From my sweet tooth's possible decay,
Of this pure bliss that seems endless,
What happens if it should disappear?
I suppose I'll be left with a cavity,
Far too soon for the young spirit,
Of these short but drawn out years.

Can I afford to be in such a mess?
For his touch seems worth all the rest,
His smile and persuasive ways,
Captivates me,
The butterflies inside.
Does he know I feel like this?
I do believe he does,
And if I had it my own way,
He would not leave.
Please stay.