Broken bones, cuts and bruises,
Bloody noses,swollen black eyes
Beat down for no reason at all
At least I’m allowed to cry
I do everything you want
In order and by your book
But still you expect so much more
So much of me you took
Make-up may hide … Read the rest
A flower in the springtime
She blossoms with radiance
The glow of her soul
Reflects love and grace
She is so often overlooked
For her genuine beauty
The value of her existence
Is far above rubies
Who can find a virtuous woman?
Though … Read the rest
By Rick Sumler
Spiraling down out of control
falling from my natural high
depressed from this stressing out
I want to forget about living and die
Cutting my wrist is not the way
to release all the pain
society frowns on men … Read the rest
This poem was written in October 1997, just after I saw my mother for the last time on her death bed and attended her funeral. I was 17 and in grade 12 and had not seen her in 5 years prior to that due to the fact that I could … Read the rest