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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Daughters




She grew up watching her mother get mistreated
Saw how this strong woman accepted it
Always stayed with her abuser until they tired of her
Then it was on to the next combatant
A believer that a piece of a man is better than no man at all
These men would be her father figures
Even the real pappy came around every now and then, not to see her but to get his jolly’s off with momma
When he first arrived it was all love
He would fill her head with promises he had no intention on keeping
She would buy what he was selling
Then he would go into the room with mom
Blissful moans would fill the air for a few minutes
Then followed by snoring
Made her feel as if she would have her family back together finally
Knowing that the silence would be broken once he had awaken
Another argument
“DADDY DON’T GO!!”
She screams clutching his leg as he walks out the door
As she sits there face in her hands
She peers at mom out of peripheral vision
As she sparks another cigarette tears rolling down her face
Scrolling through her phone
Looking for another to fill the void of love she is missing due to never learning to love self

Some role model right
The years pasted
And this girl grew to be a young lady
Not confident and never received the love that her friends did from their parental units
Went out into the world and begun seeking it from others
The more you fight with her the more she foolishly thinks you care

I had the misfortune of crossing her path
But I didn’t take the bait
She told me I wasn’t worth anything and never spoke to me again

Sad really when you think of it
The sting from a punch meant love but the gentle caress of a hug she took for weakness and someone trying to pull a fast one on her
Could blame her parents but at this point she is way too old
At some point I pray she learns better
But after many trips to the ER to patch up her broken body I fear only the grave will show her the error of her ways 

Saturday, September 8, 2012

No Love




I think about how what we had wasn’t the best I but it was perfect to me and I was good with it
Then we complicated the procedure with all the relationship
She was my best friend then we started screwing
Said it was just for the moment
The single life had beaten us both down
Tired of playing the games and wanted to satisfy sexual needs without the hassle of meeting someone new
Put it down so good on one another that the thought of officially being together slowly made its way into our minds

The door was open
What was once in the back of our minds had made it to the front

The first thing I thought of in the morning was her
And she thought of me
Sent “Good morning baby” text messages concurrently

No titles would be given
But sometimes you just want to feel like you belong
Not that you’re a possession, but more than just a piece of the puzzle
Initial attraction is always the catalyst
Eventually want to encompass all senses of that person’s affection

She got tired of the run around
Said I had forgotten our friendship
We no longer had deep conversations anymore
Just me kissing and undressing her as she talked about the ups and downs of her life

I had let myself get lost in the sauce
Downgraded her from one of my best friends to Miss New Booty
Obtained another notch on my bed post but the risk was higher than the reward

Now no love is to be found
Lost it all
Lost her…..
Lost my one true love…

-S. Logan
2012