I gaze up at these stars
Are you looking too?
They make me think of you...

I remember the warmness of you playing against the coolness of the grass dewed

Air so cooled, I watched your puffs of breath get taken away by me

I swear I felt your heart beat shake the ground we layed upon

Was it your scent that intoxicated me?
Or that crisp air spinning my head around

Or was it my thoughts.... Of you?

Those stars scarred the inward parts of me
Burned the memory on me...

                                                           Of you...

Broke me and dropped me, treated me like ****.
Ignored my every cry, and sadly this is it.
I'm done with how you make me cry and question why I'm here.
Never said a single word, but silence screams so clear.
You saw me dangling from above just simply hanging there.
But once again you walked away, I know you'll never care.
My world was turning upside down and I wanted your sweet light.
But every day now since you're gone is an even greater fight.

Being drunk doesn't excuse it.  
"You didn't know what you were doing."
"I love him, he's my son."  
You don't remember what you did.
Do you know he still does?

The purple in his cheeks.
Lips split.
Eyes scared.

Look at what you have done.
Harmed your own son.  

It hurts when he laughs.
His cheeks sting as he cries.
Back jolts up as it touches the back of his chair.

Is it fair?
The boy scared of wearing a belt.

It reminds him of his father.
The way he cornered him, till he was a pleading and crying mess.  

The smell of alcohol lingering in the air.
It makes him sick.
He remembers.

He runs his hands up his left arm.
Cigarette burned holes scattered.

He couldn't take one more beating.
He didn't know how.

He tried his hardest.
As he closed his eyes.

He tried suicide.
He tried it all, the pills, the windows.

He couldn't do it.
Leave his mother and brothers behind.

A dream so vivid yet clouded.
This dream laid dormant trapped in its own prison.
scarred, my mind shrouded itself from the cruel world
I curl up in the fetal position
an innocent feeling such that I don't feel safe to curl out of
Here I go, off to live another day, knowing you are still out there.

At first glance
You compliment me
Orange hues igniting
My brown sugar frame

I have been scratching tallies
Counting down
The days
Until autumns grace

You embalm me
Forever preserved
Begging to forget
To shed your memories

Brown shriveled leaves
Cracking swiftly beneath my heals
Dust which once glowed green
Filled with promises to deceive

My twisted beautiful frame
Will remain
Your words  lost
In the crackle of crisp air

Autumns arrival
Will bring your ruin
But I
Will be born anew

A new set of lips
That curl into a smile
Every time my eyes fall to them

A new pair of eyes
That meet mine
Every time I decide to glance

A new spark
That gives me hope
That maybe I can love again

Yet she seems too nice
The kindness she radiates
Makes me cower

She's too pretty
Her beauty consumes me
Not with awe but with doubt

Just as I was too sure
That the last one was for me
That she was the one

And if that last one
Could fool me with "I love you"
Why would someone new be different?

His eyes are hooded
                             the looks are dark
Horror fills the twisted thoughts
                             threat of violence in every move
he mumbles to himself
                             walking along alone, surrounded
by those he would save
                              if only they would let it happen
already hoarse the voice continues
                             a throaty whisper filled with angst
at how they treat each other
                             with such disregard
the pains they all seem to feel
                             hidden with false facade
he wants to help them
                             with words or thoughts or deeds
but all he knows is violence
                              it's all his life has been
no other option is clear to him
                              only to fight is known, and so
no-one looks beneath
                              the frightened grizzled face
the eyes pooled with lonely longing
                              a hero without a place
for his aspect does reflect the world
                              a true mirror to this earth
for within burns a soul that wants to help
                              and he does not know how
to extend a hand in graciousness
                               though the palm is much scarred
he cannot, for that lesson
                                was not taught to one as he is
So avoided he is
                                This noble soul
For we cannot look beneath.