Alfie

My name is Alfie, and I prefer to remain anonymous. You have stuck to many cords for this heartbreak that I am feeling. I am definitely a sweet person who generously cares, as many times I have seem broken people with empty hearts. I have tried to find different ways to piece them back together. While you on the other hand like to cast many shadows of darkness upon me. I am brilliant then what most of you may think, looking through you like a rear view mirror. your actions speak louder than words, as you can not keep me hidden away forever.

Toxic

I use to look up to you until, things began to fade away. Leaving nothing but, broken open scars and painful tears that draws down my face, which leads to a story I seem to hold onto. Breaking up my heart which is why. its so, hard to breath as theses ears can no longer hold onto your toxicity. You have caused me so much pain that I have no choice but, to refrain. I hold onto the lock and key, as I toss you the chain. This will be the very last you "EVER"! see of me because I have no time to swim deep into your pothole. Note: when I say pothole in the end of this poem, I mean basically "I do not have time to swim in negativity". More so sewer which you get it now.

Shelter

Tears are fallen down peoples face like a storm in the east, their hearts are broken into pieces like shatter glass. Watching their children run barefoot in the sand, with no place for them to call home. Heart break tragedy there go the tears that hits everyone heart, as they rumble through news paper after news paper. Read for read, over 670,000 americans are living out on the streets, as they are pulling along what they only have left. City traffic lights flashing 24/7. car's moving in periodic directions, as homeless people stand holding sign's asking for money to feed themselves. Why be so, cold as stone when their are people standing without a home. Do you ever feel that gut instinct to reach out? Grab that last dollar you may have. Putting all what you do aside, Man to see a young child cry. Wow this could be me. Note: This poem came to me as I was reading a news paper, and there was a pacific article that I was reading that made this poem what it is.