Drunken Eyes

A whip smacks his face,

And sends him falling to the floor.

The tears streaming down his face asking,

“What did I do?”

“What did I do to upset you?”

Everyday,

Is the same routine.

The bruising and pain settles in,

As the monster leaves the room.

And he lies there,

And wonders,

“Am I the only one?”

Am I the only one,

That has nowhere to go?

No place to be welcomed,

And no love to be shown?

Am I the only boy,

That feels all alone?

The one that cries during school,

And gets bullied for it?

Am I the only one,

To feel so much hate.

To come home everyday,

And look into those drunken eyes?

Am I the only one,

To get abused at home?

To come into school with bruising on my arms,

And nobody to help me?

And there you see him on the floor,

Tears falling to the ground.

You don’t walk in,

Or make a sound.

You just sit in your chair,

Trying not to care.

Just sit there,

With the beer in your hands,

And with your eyes full of hate.

Don’t sit there,

And take a moment,

To wonder,

“What have I done?”

What is it like?

What is it like,
To walk down the isle,
Glowing in your white dress?


What is it like,
To hold your baby,
In your arms for the first time?
When she opens her eyes for the first time?
When she looks at you for the first time?


What about when she crawls,
And when she smiles for the first time?


What's it like,
When you see your girl,
Take her first steps?
When she speaks her first words?


I wonder how you felt,
When you taught me how to ride my bike.
When you saw me swim with no floaties,
And when you let me start to take chances.


I wonder what it was like,
To see all this happen.
What was it like,
To see me grow up?

What Will You Do With These Words?

When I show you my words,

I want you to love everything

Everything that I say,

And everything I feel.

When you are finished listening to my words,

I want an applause.

An applause so loud,

That people from China can hear. 

And when I am showing you these words,

I want to lift you and take you,

Into another world.

I want to be able to take you back,

To when you were a little kid.

I want you to hear my words,

And feel my love.

I wish to blast you off,

Blast into a different world.

And I wish to do that,

Through my words.

... I am free.

As I start to spring up the long steep hill,

My heart speeds faster.

Racing to the top,

My legs grow slower.

The tall grass and hay flowers,

Greet around me.

I am seconds from the top.

I reach the top of the hill,

My home below at the start.

I breathe heavily.

As I crouch down to pluck the flowers,

I can feel the soft breeze gently drifting through my hair..

The horizon in the distance,

Goes on for miles.

And the autumn colors,

Paint the trees dancing around me.

This is what I love.

I stand tall.

Surrounded by the beautiful colors,

And that dancing breeze.

And there I know;

I am free.