Redemption

A lonely thought

Hanging in the distants, that I fought

Shut my mind down

Fell to the ice could ground

Meaningless cuts

Pitiful stunts

Flashing neon glow stick

Butterflies that make me sick

Brittle hopeful

Just trying to cope

Wrongful right

Lies become my insight

Crashing lies

Hollowing cries

Dreadful wishes

Empty riches

Originates from hope

All we can do is cope

Bless our sins

Labeled in bins

Lords decision

Devils precaution

Life’s meaningless lesions

Parent’s regretful decisions

Wanted redemption.

Redemption is about my life. My best friend lorry collins wrote it for me.

Locked

A fathers love, becomes doubtful

Although she is insanely beautiful

Mind twistingly insane

Tormented and left in pain

She stares at the outside when it rains

Life’s been used

A daughters loves been refused

Tolerated and abused

Locked up like a red head Barbie doll

Love became nothing at all.

She tries to budge

She only holds her grudge

She holds her head up high

She never asks him why

The poem locked is about a young girl who is abused by her father. She just wants to be free and feel whet other girls feel. Instead she is forced to stay day in and day out in her room. She is locked with no way out.

Teens out there if your abused tell someone tell your teacher and guidance teacher. And if you know some one who is abused tell someone for there own sake. God bless all of you.

Vodka

Clear as water

Everything seems simpler

Not a single problem or obstacle

Everything seems particle.

Mistaken conception

Failure of redemption

Lost and bewildered

Drink to become staggered

Heart becomes crestfallen

Unique specimen

Blue eyed and feminine

One last sin

Blond hair drenched in alcohol

Her conscious takes a toll

Overwhelmed with intoxication

Willing to kill her recreation.

This poem is about a young girl. She become so disoriented and depressed that she begins to fight her demons. She thinks if she drinks that she will kill her unborn child, her recreation.

Girls out there doesn’t it seem really stupid and naive to drink your child to death. That’s how desperate some of us are out there. Lock our selves in a room and cry all day long. You can cry with in as well. Sometime I think I still do. Well I hope you enjoyed my poem called vodka.