Judge, Jury and Executioner
Grudge, Unruly and T-Rex Dinosaur
Munch, Lunch and Gulp

Yours truly,
        The Judge, Jury and Executioner eaten by the T-Rex

Her maturity level lingers bellow average.
Always believed you to deserve a better woman to wed.
Perhaps a Diamond or a beautiful Ruby, yet the ring was placed on a rhinestone.
A man far from selfish to wed a woman, if even that, with more self love than true should be.
Thoughts came accross of wether judging a book by its cover was my path here.
Yet she spoke and her ***** of unthought of sentences poured out like the night after.
Her cover seemed oddly better than what actually was.
Sad isn't it?
A man I hold dear to my heart and existence,
To wed the selfish.
In today's times we do not seek what is deserved.
No.
We seek what is thought to be deserved and you love, you dug deep in the pits.
To break two hearts for her own joy.
The dissease crawling through her skin and flowing in her veins known simply as jealousy.
Hatred without reason, she spills.
Life has a rather humorous way to finish our stories.
Broken apart by a walking sin.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros

while waiting I made
a small
list of things
I associate with you:

understand
treat
placed
take
communicate
judge
interpret
tr­ust
use
giving

Yes, I miss you
And this list says
You miss me too

I'll grab the year by its ******* nostrils
drag it through a mirth-soaked Autumn.
I smell another couch-bound month,
          so I'm churching up November nights
          with chips on sour luck

"Who're you to judge?"
Well, I'm the ****** with the gavel
                                          in my hand
and a burning, short fuse in each eye
And I'm sentencing this lengthy Fall
to muster up some wherewithal;
to keep me off the ******* pile of scraps
                                         'til next Spring.

Make this the Year of the Dog
                                     if you must
but understand I'm not a lamb
or a lion or an ox;
I'm a windy, cloudy Saturday,--
a kid from out Wyoming way--
The only guess I've got is
keeping still means getting lost

I'll grab the year by its ******* collar
shake until it bleeds the future.
Drag it out--I'm gonna drag it out
toss it on the pile of burning years
                                 to light my face.

Keeping still means getting lost.
Burning years'll light my way.

I have this scar
It sits on the inside of my wrist
It rides over bright blue veins
And you can't help but notice it
Or at least I can't
I've tried erase it
From my wrist from my life
Tried a couple ways
But still there it sits
For these last eleven weeks
Which is what it reminds me of
An eleven
Two strait lines
I reflect on it often
And get embarrassed every time my blood is drawn
Or I make a high five
But it will remain the only one
I promise

Except this is what people see
A small part of a larger story
No I am not about to go into why I'm a cutter the rest of this poem
Because I'm not
But everything I said is true
I have that scar
And looks like self harm
But it is not
I would never
It's obvious and persistent
And I did get blood drawn often
But because I was sick
lots of people don't know the story behind my scar
It take seven seconds to make an impression
Seven seconds for others to judge
The day I got this scar was the day I wanted to never judge again
Because the embarrassment I felt at blood tests for something I did not do
Was real
The judgement I feel I get while shaking a hand envelops me
I would never want someone else to feel that way
As humans we think we are so smart
But
We
Are
Not
That person we think we have figured out
We might not know at all
Anger might mean hurt
Annoyed might mean stressed
Withdrawal might mean depressed
That girl who wears the same sweatshirt everyday
Might only have one
The guy who bullies kids
Might be bullied at home
I don't know the story behind the face or the reason for the tears
Like they don't know how I got this scar
There's a story to every person and knowing the last sentence never once meant you read it all