

Denise And The Lion's Denthere's a lion on the playground,Denise And The Lion's Den
prowling in the gravel,
hiding under slides and teeter-totters,
residing behind the tire swings, leaning against the chain link fence,
looking, watching, waiting,
waiting, for the perfect prey to wander unknowingly into his sight,
not unlike the lions in the African Veldt he preys on the weak and crippled,
her head is bowed when he spots her,
bowed looking down at her slowly shuffling feet,
her eyes are opened just enough to see her stomach hanging over her belt,
even with her over sized shirt she can still see with every step the rip


Roll Aids"What do you call a fag in a wheelchair? Roll Aids!" words of hate spewing from the mouth of my creator, never intended for my ears, well the walls of this house aren't that think dad, neither are the walls we've built around ourselves, haven't had those father daughter moments since I was 6, 6 years old and our memories are enough to bring a smile across my face, until ten years later, I learn that they were drug fueled, crack, coke, speed, weed, prescription drugs, cigarettes and alcohol, the vices you used to get through life, get through me, I was just an innocent child looking for myRoll Aids


Prison BreakMarijuana smoke engulfs my home, looming in the air, billowing from windows open, it cages me in, from age 3 I've inhaled it second hand, inhaling it on my own at age 11, 6th grade stoner, joining kids ages more than 3+ my own in circles formed on the floor of my house, passing pipes from left to right, inhaling deep, following directions of when to let it out, perpetual highness took away the memory of where this herb was acquired, top drawer of my fathers armoire, hidden under stacks of porno magazines and decks of playing cards, wedged in between pictures oPrison Break


Hereditary DiseasePiece,Hereditary Disease
By piece, I am falling, Apart, Hate, is within me now, Residing, deep down in my chest,
And spreading further, And further, And further throughout my body, When my eyes meet yours, My hatred multiplies, Your words rip through me, Shattering my self esteem, My self worth is gone, One more joke about my sexuality or life choices, And you will tie the final knot to the noose that will end our relationship, I no longer consider you my family, And as the clock winds down,
You wont hear my voice anymore,
You severed the


please don't give up.salvation takes a lifetime, but defeated purposes are pointless anyway. staring at it harder wont make it develop faster; each second is agony. every moment next to you is perfection, but knowing its only temporary, and potentially one sided, leaves eternity dripping teardrops from my broken heart. in between mistakes are no excuse for empty promises and neglected love. your heart doesnt lie; your eyes tell its secrets. I was your everything; you were my salvation, and history always repeats itself.please don't give up.
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