i was born with a sickness that dripped from ***** blood bag
she was born with gold ribbons tying her skin together
i wish i could have pulled a little harder
unraveled her from the outside in


she said i was small and insignificant


i told her to water me
give me incisors
sharpen them like the knives in my kitchen drawer
you won't recognize her  


can you drown in the forced love of yourself?

i love me i love me i love me i love me i love me

is that why i can't dig up the old roots that she buried inside my chest?
i am filled to the brim with artificial self love
where does the love for other people fit inside?
im a broken puzzle piece that only fits inside itself
i thought i had found all my pieces but really
it was an ampersand
trying to make a bridge to cross from one life to another
smooth sailing


oh mother

oh father

you created something that looks like how scratches on a chalkboard sound
i am
so
so

sorry

You know what *****?
not having anything to write about because you're full of doubt about your life and the way it's going
when you have to consider giving it up to get those creative juices flowing

You know what *****?
when you're one of the few loyal mothafxckas out here but no one gives two fxcks
when your the type to buy your lady flowers but **** her in the car at her parents house
the type to compliment her blouse then rip it off when we get hot

you know what *****?
when one thing happens and your whole day is shot down the tubes and dead like Jimmy Hoffa got,
when you try to play to sweetness but get led on instead
when there's nothing but insecurity and loneliness residing in your head.

Some days seem to be strangely ominous
and I’m reluctant to leave my comfy bed;
therefore, I clothe myself with Truth,
since I have nothing to fear or dread.

The inspirational courage of Your Word,
girds the frailty of my spiritual essence.
Wherever, I willfully determine to go,
I’m comforted by Your nearby Presence.

Despite the many, evil distortions,
created by human desire and wickedness,
I’m not motivated by fear, circumstance
or doubts, as I’m striving for holiness

that only You, provide with assurance.
I overcome all obstacles set before me-
knowingly sated, with the fact that
my saved soul is… never in jeopardy!
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
Deu 6:6-7; Job 13:13-15; Psa 119:105-112

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

The way he looks at me,
the way he smiles at me.
I wonder what it feels like..
To what..?
Feel envious,
Hate,
Love..?
His green eyes, look at me.
His eyes make me feel bare.
My emotions are fleeting,
to some mythical place.

December 30, 2015 I can't imagine it worse,when i saw you laying down on that bed in that horrible room. I burst into tears thinking you were not going to make it, when i got there i saw you weren't okay i tried to do something, I tried to stay strong for me and for you.
I prayed to God every single night telling him ''please save her life.''


That day you picked me up from school was the best thing that had ever happend to me.



When we got home i told you that i love you.

I will always say it till the day i die

I LOVE YOU..........

La amistad es algo hermoso.
Es algo spectacular.
Algo que nunca olvidaras.
Porque siempre la tendras.
Yo ana bella cavazos
scribo este poema porque
es por lo que yo estoy
pasando mi amiga joan
se cambiara de scuela y talvez
nunca jamas la vere.
La primera vez que la vi senti
que iva hacer mi amiga y si
fue mi amiga no la quiero dejar
porque mi corazon se rompera.
Si tuviera un deseo seria que siempre tuviera a
joan la duena de mi corazon.