Role Model

Teen Boy

ROLE MODEL

I’ve lived my life as a gangster

But now it’s time for me to say good-bye.

I don’t need this stuff in my life

I’m going to be a Dad.

I don’t want this stuff for my son’s life.

I don’t want him to end up like me.

I always tell my family that I’m going to stop

Stop doing Meth

Stop and get out

But I never do

I have a little brother that looks up to me.

I write him letters

It’s sad that I can’t see him

Because I’m locked up.

Written in the YA/Memoir Poetry Workshop, June 2011

The Monster Within.

Teen Boy

THE MONSTER WITHIN

There’s a monster within me

It’s anything but sane

It’s anything but tame

I hope me and it never become one and the same.

It’s full of an evil blind rage

Locked away, inside me

Like a wild bird in a cage

Just waiting for a chance to escape and fly free.

I hope me and it never become one and the same.

For the monster within will never
be completely tame.

Written in the YA/Memoir Poetry Workshop, June 2011

My Sister

Teen Girl

MY SISTER

I remember

my pain

a laugh erupting

through your lips.

There was nothing to gain

and to stop you was a risk

But suddenly and secretly

You opened up your heart.

You told me how you frequently

Surrendered to the dark

Then you walked out the door

(More like climbed out the window)

You left my tears to pour

The misery a steady flow

Every time you came back

Our bond stronger than before

You slam the brown and smoke the crack

Life is an unstable screeching roar

But no matter what it does to you

I still won’t forget,

The day that you told me the truth

The day I hope you don’t regret.

They call you an addict

They seem to forget your name

But sister please don’t panic

To me you’ll always be the same.

You’ll always be my sister

I love you.

Written in the YA/Memoir Poetry Workshop, June 2011

In The Eyes Of Myself

Teen Boy

IN THE EYES OF MYSELF

In the eyes of myself

I am a failure

The one with no successes

A cursed future.

In the eyes of the beholder,

I am a disgrace

The one with no success

A sad little person

Set only to failure

In the eyes of myself

I want to be a success

The one who means no harm

Hoping for a hopeful future

Not made to fail.  

Written in the YA/Memoir Poetry Workshop, June 2011

Love Was A Party

Teen Girl

LOVE WAS A PARTY

I’m sorry that we are over

This love is a party

And I need to get sober

It’s either clean

Or

Painfully dirty.

You were so sweet

And then you hurt me.

Like smoking weed,

You burnt me.

I took a hit

You were all I needed

I was so high

Eating clouds

Then it faded

And I hit the ground.
I lusted your ways

Give me a dose.

I love you.

But I cut my hands picking this rose.

The rose died

I opened my eyes

The song is part of the beat

Even though I hate it,

I gotta keep moving my feet. 

Published in Please Brave Me, Dry These Tears. November 2009.