You have lost yourself, I think.
Or deny it, wherever you've buried you
A scared child with a hardened heart,
beaten pain into armor too thick for anything
but her blue eyes
to penetrate.

My love for you lives at I-95
Right past the exit for Towson
Where we stopped at Lito's for pizza
After we kissed for the first time
I passed I-95 today and didn't remember
Those soft kisses in back seats
Until I saw that pizza shop sign
I could see myself, 13 and blossoming
Holding tightly to your hand
It was like I was standing outside of your dad's car
Looking in at the events that just unfolded
That thirteen year old that won the bet with her friend for having her first kiss
It wasn't why that thirteen year old wanted it though
She just mustered up the courage to move her face close enough
So that the tiniest amount of contact could be made
It was intended to be soft and meaningful, the first of many
But it turned out off-centered and askew
But it was lovely
You, thirteen and dream like, were shocked
Yet intrigued, so you kissed me next time
Then it went back and forth
Alternating kisses, testing the feelings of new connections
Tingling fingers, tapping toes

I've been blocked
well an good
by some obtuse
butthurt mindfuck

cant believe my luck!

but please unblock me
long enough
to delete your unread
message (so I can clean
up your verbal Diarrhea)

It's annoying
to me
as its messing up
the aesthetics
of my screen

Why do people show-off, especially, in a crowd?  Some long for attention, they began to do something wild.
Why do people show-off, especially, in a store?  You can see them dancing back and forth, in the middle of the floor.
Why do people show-off, especially, on the job?  They run quickly to take over your position, while being observed by the Boss, making you feel robbed.
Why do people show-off, especially, in line at the Bank?  Some choose to talk so loud, you can't even think.
Why do people show-off, especially, when the Reporter shares the News, about someone who is dead?  Out of no where comes ******* up, behind the News Reporter's head.
Since you like to show-off, why not write Hollywood?   Try to get their attention, if you think you could.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing

sometimes i wonder
if the world i live in
is one i made up in my head
that exists only for me

and if that’s true
i don’t mind
because the world i’ve created
is filled with madness
but the best madness i’ve created for myself
is you

Are you serious, about making a change?  Are you tired of shooting and killing, because of the street gangs?
Are you serious, about getting a job?  Are you tired of going into stores, for the purpose to rob?
Are you serious, about finishing High School?  Are you tired of dropping out, after breaking all the rules?
Are you serious, about telling the truth?  Are you tired of lying, something started from your youth?
Are you serious, about living a new life?  Are you tired of doing wrong, and now you intend to do right?
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing