Ink Stains

Ink stains on my heart because of the pain.

The thought of you dancing with her is too much I cannot imagine.

You said you were moving on; give me a valid reason.

The single rose you gave me had crippled days ago.

The show was over and there was a glow.

A light that only was shown when you had vanished.

To replenish my soul from the emotional damage.

The aftermath left me insane.

When you left and came back too many times again.

Ink stains was permanent  on this heart of mine.

You can’t just leave me hangin’ at any given time.

I hurt too.

I hurt because of you.

The ink raced down to the ground as you stand there seeing my cry.

The tears I shed felt like I could’ve died.

“At any given time he will walk through that door”.

That thought cannot be ignored.

I sit still in the edge of the bed where we made passionate love.

Where the love for me was already enough.

But now I got shoved.

And there is no way of going back.

Even when I had my bags packed.

Images of you I saw through thr vanity mirror came to life.

And you stood in front of me with a smile so nice.

And told me you’d feel sorrow if I walked out of your life.

I didn’t believe a word you just said.

So I looked passed you, grabbed my bag, and left.

A Woman’s Pride

Make up your mind and follow.

Patch up the wound and let the memory of him flow.

Out of your head and into the wind.

Let the memory flow swiftly through the forest which echoes.

Find happiness through the branches which grows.

Strong woman you are; never let a man say that you aren’t.

The whole world will know your beauty one day.

Don’t let his sinful mouth bring you down.

You will be defeated and he will wear his crown.

Beat the highest mountain you can find and fly.

Away from the misery which was kept behind these thick walls.

Leaves you shameless and defeated.

It wasn’t you that needed; it’s him that needed.

Last time you pleaded.

You apologize for the times he had treated.

You badly and still you were addicted to staying.

What I am saying is…

Follow your brain as well as your heart.

Or your pride will fall apart.

Labeled Abusers

He took her breath away with one little song.
He compelled her to love his beautiful written song.
Taking her hand in a moonlight dance.
Making her feel like she was staring out of Mt. Everest in one single glance.
Her feelings for him became love at first sight.
As he took her home to end the night.

Years go by and the honeymoon phase became deadly.
All of a sudden their relationship became unsteady.
Her hands were covered over her ears as he was yelling.
Couldn`t hear a word he was saying.
Crying these sad sobs and wondered what she did wrong.
To make the love of her life scream this vicious song.
He feels he is in control.
As he slaps her on the cheeks; her heart took it`s toll.

The first phase of the beating was over.
To know he had more control over her.
The anger shot up to a stifling degree.
She bends down to her knees to plead.
He sees her helpless and it makes him feel like a king.
As he kicked her in the stomach, he had felt he had everything.
Sickening mind he possessed as he sees heaving through his chest.
He sees his girl laying down helpless.
He holds her in his arms of rage in the darkness.
Please help her get out of his arms of evilness.

Months go by and she can`t help but think.
Can she get out of here before she will be under God`s wings.
She looks through the mirror which sits still in the bathroom.
And she could still see bruises on her face of beauty.
Her face never glowed once and she knew this was a sad reality.
She packs her bags and leaves a man who is labeled an abuser.
She runs directly to the cops; so what if he labels her an accuser.
He will be forever labeled an abuser as the cops lock him away as a prisoner.
Justice will be served on platter labeled abuser.

Stars in My Eyes

Secretly I became fear itself.
Raging out like the god of war.
Thinking that my mind can be stored in the shelf.
My mind wants to soar.
Creative artwork spread along the empty dining room table.
To make this piece of art come to life I might be capable.
Signing my name in cursive on the pages that I wrote on is my dream.
Making my dream shiny and gleam.
I am a glimpse of my future.
As I journey through the forest in the present.
Anyone who wants to go against it.
Will have to fight through the barriers of my walls.
I am now ready to leave this place of emptiness to spark the fire that had been laying low for so long.
I will never have to look at the stars in the skies.
Because the stars are implanted in my eyes.

Dear Diary

Dear diary, life hasn’t been easy.
There were rows of heartbreaks lately.
Dear diary, there once was a man who had the heart of mine.
Please bring me back in time.
To return the heart to it’s rightful owner.
The tears had soaked into the sleaves of my sweater.
Im tired of crying these useless tears.
Dear my dearest diary, it has to stop here.
I will make a vow.
I will stop thinking about him now.
And find the new.
And get rid of the used.
Time to open my eyes to the blooming of the healthy grown trees.
And blind myself from the ugly grown weeds.
For there is no greater love then the love of myself.
The song bird sing this silhouette of a melody.
To welcome me to the newer me.
Dear diary, i will not become a fool.
I will not be another used.
Welcome me to the world of the new.

Wishing Upon a Star

Young girl don’t cry…
Get up and get a second try…
Life hovers you like no other…
Tears your soul up; makes you think about the future…
Don’t worry young child…
You will survive the wildfire…
Wash over it by your ocean of talent…
Young one, don’t be violent…
Release your anger by redemption…
I promise it will cause equal destruction…
Tp whoever hurt you in the past…
Their happy wont last.. ..
As the gods above will work wonders…
The clouds behind those green eyes…
Will clear, I’m sure; I don’t lie…
If you feel down; take my hand…
For I will save you from the deep sands…
That will suck you down; its so low.
why are you giving up for?
Beautiful child, you are…
Wishing upon a star; you wish hard…
The blood, sweat, and tears, will come through…
The star will become you…
Just you wait, your wish will come true…

Tarnished Soul

She hears whispering….
In the bathroom stall where she is whimpering….
The girls words were like a knife….
That was life… her life…
Tormented by these girls….
Thrown out of society with no justice in the world…
The emotional damage tarnishes her soul…
Spread like a blood sucking virus; it makes her feel so low…
They push her against the locker…
While throwing punches at her….
Mentally, she thinks, why me….
The scars in her face bleeds…
As she takes in the physical pain…
She lashes out in agony as tears roll down her face in the pouring rain…
To these girls, her presence hadn’t mattered…
With skin so white and heart so pure…
She doesn’t deserve to be tortured….
For her tarnished soul becomes a pile of dust…
She picks up her books, that’s all she can touch…
Traumatized by what happened she kept her mouth shut….
The group of girls walk away with a handful of jealousy beneath them…
She watches them leave and awaits revenge…
Bullying is a hard thing to comprehend….
Tarnished souls, is hard to mend…
Sometimes the victims wonder why…
Until then, their world ends, and that’s where their memories lie…
Suicidal thoughts enter their minds…
Soon enough, their loved ones say their last goodbyes with one last cry…
Victims lose hope in their little world…
Now they become wanted as they walk through heavens door…

Far Away; She’ll Stay

She stares through the mirror and caught her reflection…

Stands above the cold bathroom floor with no recollection…

Reconstructing her face with 15 shades of color; does she look pretty? She wonders….

She covers her face to hide the pain…

The bruises on her face left her in shame…

At home she pleads to be released..

From the slow pain of agony…

He hits her hard to the bone…

Reconstructing her face was when she could be alone…

She sets off with her bags of clothes with no phone….

She knows he will pick up the phone and call…

Wise woman she was…

Knew the beating has to be stopped…Before the angel of death comes for her and the neighbors call the cops…

Brilliant minded soul…

Staying far away was her goal..

To learn to love herself…

To put the traumatic event on the shelf..

Far away; forever; she’ll stay….

This man’s evil soul will pay…