The woman who

Yesterday Independence Wal-Mart, Watching,loading,tagging, Not FaceBook, Not YouTube, Not WordPress where I C me! I tag and load me, Me reading, Writing, I looked up as she walked by, Look forward, Like a bug, Look down, She angered me, She tossed my, Her emotions, Studied Psychology love study, I thought Boom! I thought this poor

Wonderland

A child fed falsehoods, Tormented with noy worthiness, My leaser, My love, Not the lies of bullying parents, Used, Beated, lied to, A blower of bubbles, A writer, No ones pawn, Tires me out trying to convience her I’m not other people, I’m me, My greatest gift to her is love, And trust, Punushes me

On Gossamer Wings

Sailing bye Threw space and time Up threw the ozone Rebounding to.earth No Clarence vell rang Still Marian got her figurative wings She briefly ponders Blue box drifting bye One door She stops Knocks Yells ‘You Who!’ Figures no one home Unlike Iowa’s Human Services September third twenty twelve flies away Floats a bit to

End of Chapter 5a,See Me! Nicholas Sparks

Best reason cripple should

Walk when others think you can not Read when people assume lack of ability Crawl when others fear to tread Bike when friends think Crippled can’t Walk

Ditched

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Two steps back

How can anything be better then hearing someone who loves you? How can someone fond it easier to believe lies? How can people celevrate sn event without wondering why I’m not a part of their lives? How does it become easier just to forget the family memver who was always at gatherings with mom and

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Animals people and firbabies

Kicked voice words Breathing comes with sobs Bloody alone lies of hate Lonely bruise beat Dirty soil buried deep Bloody Fir and skin Writer and black cat Once loved Then tool Person bully skips away happy Blood on her hands Cat and writer Left to die Shallow grave Unmarked Dust Forgotten Abuser escapes Others die