He buries a small hole in the garden,
wraps her thoughtfully in a pink blanket,
inside a small wooden light coffin.
Tears will flow down his skin so hardened,
the crops that sail in the wind, no gambit

Lowers her gently, tilts her head forward,
tries to pray but his trembling words slur,
Every day-break she was with the orchids,
Carefully clipping and hand watering

He still has a seat for her at the dinner table,
letting go of it has been far too painful,
He keeps her room as she had last left it,
scattered drawings and her red draped jacket.

I am having my very first heartbreak

Not the one gifted by my highschool sweetheart

Or crushes kissing someone else's,

Not to this extent they made me ache

faking my senses

To the point where I believe my existence is a mistake.


Who am i?


The person who i had to be to become more lovable,

More palatable

Their emotional punching bond,

mental spitting pond


Where am i?


within the vacuum of nothingness, bye,

I am swirling into the great rock bottom beyond,

Where my failures are calling me down to die,

But, Giving up my life to appease the devil can...not.


I am having my very first heartbreak

My parents don’t love me for who i really am

But for who they prefer me to wake

To the expense of my authentic self so i self harm

With an emotional and mental intake,

That keeps my realness locked up, so i  forsake

Because how can I enter this world without them behind my back?


Born to be ashamed, i am

Guilty of inadequacies so they request i parent them

Neglected, i abandon my inner child now orphaned

No place within to call home

Everywhere in my heart its cold, not warm

I crave this loss of love, I am ******!

So i lose my dignity to get as little love i can get, slam

i am having my first heartbreak

Because i am lame

Feet shod in mud,
chasing frogs and dreams
in a world all his own.

Sweat spills from young pores,
racing currents of futures
not yet known.

Tight embraces,
soon-to-be strong arms,
swelling pride in a father's heart.

Wood and leather,
worked to tough threads—
faith stitched into his aspirations.

Grass stains on knees,
bending the world to his will,
moved by dreams.

Anthems of hope
rise in his heart,
lifting his father’s soul
to love’s high planes.

The quiet secrets
of love and compassion,
hidden by modesty,
are known to all.

He follows his dreams
through mud-soaked fields,
where slick frogs slip
through eager hands—

A world he shapes,
a world he claims,
a world his father
once called his own.

I took my lovely niece at 9 years
to the city as she's never been
She grasped my hand, through the fear
trembling and backing off at my rear
of strangers, never known and seen

Never a father but that time I felt one
Paternal over an innocent lovely one
firmly grasping fist, trusting me you see,
I said, you'll be fine and always will be
I grew her confidence at the movies
A Disney film that was spooky
Monsters Incorporated
a classic to be said
Such a lovely bond her and I.

I took her to the confectionary section
but couldn't see them unlike me,
So I grabbed her tummy and legs,
Lifted her up and a smile spread
Even the lady behind the counter,
absolutely adored her,
she chose a bag of crisps & m&ms.

Now, she has kids all of her own
So proud of how she has grown
Still so lovely, and so strong
And a lover to that she belongs

****** with a needle in her arm,
yellowing skin of liquid poison,
a shadow once of a man's daughter,
Pride he wish he still had & knew.

The cradle that rocked the baby
throttled the life out of her,
she's now thick of crocodile skin,
but she's bleeding so within.

The chaos of her disruptive sleep,
Happy when she gets a ****** treat.
Her **** rapes her as she sleeps,
its been a long time since she's wept

The needle crawls like a spider sometimes,
& like a child's fairy-book story,
the numb comes with a sense of calm.
Dead before ambulance arrives.

I give you rides in the winter,
When it's too cold to walk,
My mom is always saying how cute your clothes are.

My Grandma wants to meet you,
The girl that makes me so happy,
Does that mean they'd except you as a member of our family?

Romeo and Juliet were wed,
But they didn't make it very far,
Let's be married by the river,
I'm sure we'll last longer.

My dad’s been taking pills
I’m not sure how to feel

About the strange itch
At the back of my
Throat

The horrid *****
In the corner of my
Eyes

The dull ache
In my rising
Chest

His arms around me
His love surrounds me
Like the cold water brushing against my
Neck

Amidst the blue abyss
Of nothingness
The sunlight burns the back of
Eyelids

Still, they refuse to open
I am nearly asleep
His are facing the black sand

Look at me
I’m everything you’ve never wanted
I’m everything you’ve wanted to be