Child Addiction Poems

Double pain in my heart
The sad I feel tears me apart
From my our family I had to band my brother 
That would of killed our...

Read More

(prelude) 
 
  the buzzing of the evening insects 
  presage evil ! 

  here are black wolves ! here are ghosts...

Read More

Need

I used to live in a world of need
A dreadful scary place indeed
Needing something God won't give
Yet needing a wicked miracle to live
No food was...

Read More

Stories, stories that was told on to me,
"A woman so pretty, with her flawless eyes.
Soft lips, clear skin and her hair dancing tonight."
My reflection, grudgingly...

Read More

There is an addiction to being accepted
We all fall victim with the lies we tell
The skeletons we hide
This dopamine hit is what we crave
It dictates...

Read More

(All). We are the voice of the children, here to educate and lament about all the pain, joy, and anxiety and fear we carry as...

Read More

TikTok, the new harbinger of sin, 
Trends promoting vandalism within.
Bathrooms defiled, decency abandoned, 
In the name of likes, morality to bend.

In the name of body...

Read More

In the tapestry of life, threads went astray, A absent presence in your youthful play. Through tender moments, I was not near, I weep for...

Read More

She could bring sunlight to the darkness
Warmth to the cold
Joy to the sorrowful
The inner child to the old

She had such a passion for life
Viewed through...

Read More

"For whatever reason, you don’t like me,
All is forgiven, you are forgiven.
I will lay aside all your acts of guile,
Ye have heard that it hath...

Read More

To look on the 
storm's face in
the passion of 
shorn weeds— the
flower cannot eat;
green squeezed;
riddled rain 
disease.

Ground set; glory
ebbed— shaking in
sheds; another 
stem's shine and
shimmer...

Read More

His tainted maiden I be,
Not king nor gentleman 
But the Mafioso
His tales travelled wide
Terror and fear
In name of respect he owns

In his heart a rot...

Read More

It’s not what you think.
I promise. 
Today is just not going the way I want it to.
My plans aren’t working out.
My body is disfigured.
And my...

Read More

The kids that sing silently
And the kids that grow like dandelions
Out from St.Augustine lawns
The ones with October-sheltered downcast pupils
That tuck pride into calf-high stockings

They don’t...

Read More

As a child I used to think

Of all the things I wanted

When I grew I liked to drink

And it left my mind stunted

So now I...

Read More