For many years you lived by my side comforting me with love.

A soft touch with the morning light was

all missed when you were called above.

As time hangs heavy on my hands,

one year has passed me by.

The sorrow lingers deep within,

a smile disguised my cry.

I celebrate the love we shared on

this beautiful anniversary day.

I summons your spirit to be with me and dance the night away.

Did you know that if you spray at a fly in the front by his head that he will fall and die because they do not know how to fly backwards?

Wearing tight jeans help you keep your legs and buttocks tight.

Winter is near, we can soon say goodbye to these sweltering nights and summer days.

Let's fix this country of all that went wrong.

Let's have our sad bird singing a new song.

Let's lift the hopes of all our children and elders.

Let's create a comfort where

The system has failed us.

We are as one.

Since Nostalgia is a longing for something that has already happened. It's a linger which is way more dangerous than anger to me because anger is a direct hit that is usually settled once they see some impact. Nostalgia on the other hand, is a linger from time that has passed to be the same as it was then but holds hope of change once you revisit the situation.

Her name is Janky

She is a middle school kid that lives with her grandmother.

Janky wears her favorite pink shirt when she hangs with her friends.

She wears light blue Levi jeans with the knees out. She wears blue converse sneakers and a blue Yankees hat with a ponytail hanging out back. She hangs with one other girl and three boys. Yes, she's a tomboy.

The name Janky came from her auntie. When she was small, people would try to pick her up, she would rudely jank back. Thus, leaving her with the name Janky.

Okay to forgive is divine.

So say the sunshine.

Or over a nice glass of wine.

You said you love me forever .

Then you cheated with whomever.

Yet you want to stay together.

With God's will it will be his way.

So I will forgive you today.

But it don't guarantee that I'll stay.

I'm more than just picture on a wall.

You should've thought of me before the bathroom stall.

I do forgive you but. . .

The relationship will fall.

I deserve better.

What I am about to say,

I mean no harm.

It became serious to me

When she stabbed me in the arm.

I always thought that mental

Was just being mean.

Until the day,

The grass wasn't green.

The sky wasn't blue

But it all seems red.

An argument started on

Every word that I said.

I leave the room

My narcissist followed.

I was screamed at so much

Til my head seemed hollow.

I grabbed my keys

And headed for the door.

I heard a thump and shatter

As my picture hit the floor.

I turned around and headed

Back to my room .

I got stabbed in the arm

By a broken broom.

Blood started gushing

I was about to faint.

Then she ran to me

Talking like a saint.

Was that not you that

Went off on me?

Is this blood or Kool aid

That I see?

She rushed me to the hospital

Cool and calm.

She lied about how

She hurt my arm.

Mental health is so serious

We surely don't have a clue.

How something so violent

Could end in "Baby, I love you."

Neverending

Poetry will never leave

From life as it is.

Poetry form a platform

Of how our life is lived.

From waking up tired

one beautiful morning.

But going to bed excited

With repetitive yarning.

Seeing the world one way

And another in reverse.

To liking what you do ,

And not just calling it WORK.

All is an art of poetry

Never to be seen the same way.

Poetry makes you a Poet

That's all I have to say.