Frostman

Underneath his

heavy jacket

his heart

frozen cold.

Snowflakes

cling to him

in the winter

stomping

storms

booting

right to left

thru

his mind.

Teasing

heat

to unfreeze

his fondness

beneath his

snow cap

loneliness

touch hands

mitten

by chills

to keep

warm.

Frost bitten

to his touch

ice sickles

point

downwards

as he

waits to

defrost

by the fire.

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Fast Spin

Flossing

gem

spinning

color wheels

of BlackBerry

motivations

caught up

lying and laying

to

intertwine

falsehood

of brotherly

love

squeezing

out faded

woven

shreds

to

decorations

of mess

on the

floor

locked up

stuck.

Young buck

followed

around

as a sniffing

pet

to substain

lively hood

writing

on walls

He Could’ve Been

WHO?

Inking out

from the

inside out

in rehabilitation

released on

polluted soil

to petal

wheel spins

in the grave.

Pouring Out Disclosures

Born from

sin

punished

to not

fit-in

anywhere

but

in

seclusion

at least

it was

an illusion

as a little girl…

A mother

hatred

to her

“ragdoll”

daughter

she used

to call me…

Dragged

anytime

out of bed

by

my hair

and

whopped

decent

was her

reasoning…

Bruises

given by both

insignificant

folks

classified

as my

parents on

a birth

certificate

stamp

“a magnificent baby girl”

stuck into

a

home world

to be

uptight,

frightened

and

mislead

with a

brown wooden

cross

hanging over

my bed…

Mistake

to misspoke

once to a

school

counselor

brushing

with danger

telling my

black marks

on my arm

wasn’t from

paint

but

out of anger…

Trained to

look down

and

no eye contact

was the

rules

if anybody

had questions

those

folks

were quick

to fool…

Dealt to

deal with

a slip tongue

consequence

alone

in a room

that

was

a cell

of confusion

isolated

for

their

amusement

growing up…

Making

privacy

my adult

choice.

Out of Flames

He promise

not

to change…

a dirty lie

made

her insane

squeezing

veins

clogged

in toxic chemicals

injecting

a poison passion

into

her heart

to be

ripped apart

from

memories

the 1st day

they met.

Pitched nerves

paralyzed

his

walk

away

from her

being an

Alpha-male

dominance

to his

head

suffocated

her to be

within

his grip

at all times.

Grasping

for

independence

her

beautiful

brown skin

touched

and

torched

by the same

clever man

that

demanded

her

LOVE

or

her tears from

his inflected

Hurt.

Wasted

apologizes and excuses

to hide the hidden

pulled

the trigger

that rages

her soul

to turn away

first,

shooting fire

from his thin

curled lips

to burn

anything to

penetrated her

but

she was scorched

before

she left.

No Repeats, No 2nd Chances…Move to the Exit

Heartbeating

fast

faced with

the past

mind

made up

stand strong

eyes observant

no words to say,

past disagreements

have us this way.

Years without speaking,

curious

why now the meeting?

Wasted time

spent on loving

YOU

yet,

you choose

to do what

YOU

like to do.

All you

think about

is YOU!

Your needs, your wants,

your feelings

justified

by your late night dealings

with

other women

on the side.

Tired of your lies

to cover ups

talking loud

not to admit YOU

messed up.

Now,

your time is up.

Its now time for ME!

I will set

myself

free of your

toxic love

and

spare

the use of

my Mike Tyson

gloves.

Words won’t

change the past,

requesting a friendship

won’t last.

The best thing

We

can do

is

forgive

and

move

on…

What we

had back then…

is finished…forever bye, Gone.

Reflections: Real Life

Good Day All,

I wanted to take time to thank you all for the well wishes.

On my journey I found WordPress two years ago and have been writing and posting ever since.

My life is mixed with more downs than ups.

Healing and dealing with changes is a challenge I deal with everyday.

I posted the poem Regina Ray Robins in remembrance of my Best Friend who ended her own life in my presence.

I have lost my aunt, brother, and now bestfriend to Suicide. There was no warnings signs conveyed from all three.

Losing life is devasting.

Truly, writing it out for me is therapy.

I pray for anyone who is grieving or dealing with lost may you continue to stay strong because I know it isn’t easy.

Blessings And Love towards Healing.

✌&💖 JGomez

Regina Ray Robins

In Loving Memory of My BestFriend

Remincincing stare

as I see you there

laying in a casket

while people places

flower baskets

around you.

Tears flood

into thunderstorms

in the pew.

Thoughts of you

growing up together

we wanted better

until that day,

you took the pain away

infront of me.

Why me?

I loved you so much!

I wash my hands

from the “What if I could’ve…because

I couldn’t…do a thing to stop

you.

Missing you so

much as I stare at your

vessel,

in peace you

lay.

I hope you

are loved

as you should.

I wish I could

hold you and love

you still…for

at least one more moment

once again,

I miss my bestfriend.

A pink coffin

holding light

to your name

as all the tombstones

word the same

In Loving Memory.