This is a poem that I'm considering putting at the end of one of my stories

Face vanished from the pictures, skin worn to be a wall.
Oh dearest, where have you gone?
Why has he taken thee from me?
What can he gain of the world as thine’s body is disposed by the vines of life
Sinking you deeper to sod of earth.
My love,
I will never forget thee. These pictures are empty; I desperately wish they were full.
Black crow of hair
Chocolate skin
Scars of lightning twist upon your face
How I miss thee.
How I wish
For the tweak of your lips
To rise in surprise
And love.
Picture, I have not burned you
Yet you are blackened with flame on your edges
I pray to you,
Bring back my love.
For all I want is
One
Last
Glimpse.

Puppetier (this was writen for a slam I never got to do)

Slice my veins and fill them with your puppet strings.
Tug, Pull, lurch, and break my limbs from their sockets because I,
am yours.

Change my shapes design to your heart’s content
Give me the torso of your ballerina
The head of your most perfect porcelain doll
Arms fine as silk thread
The legs of a Crain, and the leaps of a gazelle to move me across your stage.
Showing off to everyone how ‘perfect’ I was.

The curtains finally drop and you snatch me away.
Replacing my beauty with cracked wood and rust.
Wrapping a ball and chain around my lungs to hold my breath…

…Not that I ever had one….

On that stage,
you spun my emotions like a weather vane Clutched my heart until its colored drained
to the floor.

You printed my skies gray because color was never a choice to you.
My world turned bleak the day you took advantage of my love.
You took my ‘yes’s and sewed them into the strings you hang me by.
Only taking me down to be your body servant,
Guarding you from harm as you fill me with your improbable lies.

I become concealed within your spider web, and tossed away as a dead fly.
Falling onto the cracked pavement and ice
of your heart.
Your gold eyes watch from the sky,
as I do nothing but wail like the wounded animal I am.
Smoke swirls to smirk with your lips,
Endless hatred for me courses through you because I was not what you wanted.
Even with all you’ve changed, you want more perfection for your poisoned doll.

I’m left blind and tangled on your work table as you draw out new plans for me.
You held the knife over me,
knowing full well this would be the final and ending blow if it went wrong.

I didn’t want that option.
I dragged myself away from you. Crossing the Contraband,
finally realizing my skies didn’t have to be gray.
I never said no to you, and I’m sorry for being me.
But me is who I want to be

Fallen Angel Of My Love (this i did in creative writing)

Fallen angel of my love, Sea Rivers of red
My dear, where have you gone?
Why have you run down my heart with your abandonment?

Angel fallen of grace, feathers black of crow
Heavenly stars shatter to your eyes
I beg you to return to thee.

Skin of snow
lips of cherry blossom
oh woe my soul has cried.

How I wish upon the moments when no words passed our lips
but our eyes gleamed with truth.
We knew as one,
nothing would bring up separate
As the grains of time slipped beyond our reach
and led us into the moon of night.
Winter ice shards sent us home

Now,
Oh Now. You have slipped through the cracks of earth to rejoin the cycle of life.

Letting the last grain fall
leaving me to my thoughts

Oh my fallen angel of love,
If only you could see
what you have done to me.

This is a poem about a b lind guy i had to do for english class

The walls here, not as there
Cracks in the ground growing farther
from where they once knew
The blur of motion,
leading me home.

Moving to be here.
Pushing away from sight without.
The farther I run the more normal
I become.
No more braille for me,
Please.

Wishing upon their reality
hoping to see the leafs fall
GOD!
I wish to escape this dull place of help
Escape the waiting upon hand and foot
To preform thee art of speech.

I do not have sight,
all I hear is irriplacable.
You cannot break me the way you broke them.
For I am diffrent, in the same.