Tears stream down my face
As I watch the evening news
My eyes see each horrible case
And I follow the camera crews

A bomb exploding in Boston
A boy killed by police
Then fluff about a dolphin.
All this needs to cease.

Another man killed on the streets
Genocide in other lands
People sleeping without sheets
Shivering from toes to hands

People rioting in the dark
Looting shops and homes
Humanity has left its mark
All that will be left are Bones

Future generations will look back at ours
After we are dead and gone
We have created our own jail bars
They might never see the dawn

This world is so messed up
I think we need a proctor
We are all like Angry Pups
*What we really need is a Doctor.

I just want to write a poem no one ever thought of writing
It must have the same effects as walking on the moon
It must trend faster than a meteor as it  hurdles through cyber space

I refused to love any man, who dislikes my poetry,
My man must support my passion ..
not only the warmth of my body
but the passion within this poetess, my secretive mind he must be able to balance:
Without wondering why a woman like me is so naturally secretive
I am always embracing the dark side of my creativity
Dropping little hints here and there throughout the years,

Sidney   J. Harris once said something that left pondering thoughts
He said “When he hears somebody sighs,
'Life is hard,' he’s always tempted to ask them, 'Compared to what?'
I would simply say dog-gone it: Compared to struggling poets whose tries to make a living as a writer

While an upcoming rapper like Chief Keef
signed a several-million dollar deal
with offending lyrics in today music industries:

I just want to write a poem no one ever thought of writing,
With lots of intense emotion bursting through each line:
Because a poem can’t exist without a poet's multiple voices
and most of all his divine missions

How people change our mind

We are supposed to do one thing

They force us to do something else

They don't really interested in your style

They want it in the same orthodox way

They **** our excitement
They **** our passion

Shadowed confessions beneath the swooning doves brow only bring me closer to the flat of the blade.

Scrape the rusted carapace of your belly. Those glass petals fall indefinitely despite your shattering spree.

The tense tumult breathes beads that I can’t bother to see. Spurn your breed; the pages are within reach.

The turquoise brands the skin so smoothly. Take it not harshly, your trenchant child still folds gladly.

Cut loose the slips lest you strain your pulse. ****** thoughts bleed corrosive tongue.

From their eyes your pages keep, this archive’s story untold lets no man weep.

Ghosts exist,
The ghosts of our mistakes,
They wander in our hearts,
And break us,
Piece
By piece,
Until we've been torn into shreds,
And completely fallen apart.

Spirits exist,
The spirits of who we break,
They tear us apart,
And shatter us,
Shard
By Shard
Until they dictate our heads.
And drop anchor in our heart.

I thought I knew you
That crooked smile I love most.
Doctor, who are you?

Death sits atop his hill,
giving his lips a lick
looking for someone to ****
regretting forgetting his chapstick