Angel in Disguise

With a body like that,
Soft hair and pretty eyes.
I'm hoping she's real,
Not an angel in disguise.

I'll never understand,
Why I have to be me.
I always win her heart,
But I'd never get the key.

Looking at her breaks me,
Yet turning away kills.
But admitting self defeat,
Can always send me chills.

I will never match up,
Or even come near.
For here beauty alone,
Is all that I fear.

I will always hope and pray,
To help me redeem.
But I shall forever remember,
That a man can always dream.

Good Ol' Days

I love you so much,
Yet we haven’t talked for some time.
I still hate seeing you,
When you’re not even mine.

You changed since last summer,
At the camp we were at.
That night around the campfire,
On the logs, where we sat.

You met that cool kid,
And talked for a little bit.
I left for an hour,
And then I came back to sit.

You’re just a little confused,
You got into the clique.
At first when you changed,
I thought you were sick.

You started to drift,
I could tell something was up.
And I finally noticed,
At the parties, your cup.

You started to drink,
And I guess do some drugs.
I miss the good days,
With your kisses and hugs.

I knew you since pre-school,
I loved you since then.
I still love you now,
But we’re older than ten.

We can’t just be friends,
With the state that your in.
All the things you do now,
To me, they’re a sin.

Can’t you just change,
To your original ways.
So we could go back,
To the good ol’ days.

Almost Unexplainable Hatred

(The views expressed in this poem and are not the views of Matthew S. Warnock and are not based on actual events at all!)

A noisy alarm,
At six thirty seven.
It was definitely not,
A sound from heaven.
The shrieking filled the jailhouse walls. Yet I was trapped inside with no voice.

I could not stand,
To hear another scream.
Coming from that room,
I did not wish to dream.
I heard his heavy footsteps nearing. How I hated that sound.

You can’t even imagine,
What he did to my brothers.
He told others…actually,
He never told others.
He opened the door while death filled my eyes like poison. I was poisoned by him.

I can’t even describe,
My hatred towards him.
Throughout my life,
My memories tend to dim.
I will never forget those God forsaken times. God left me to die.

The colors of our skin,
Were a rainbows delight.
But later I learned,
That it was quite a fright.
For those colors were represented death. Death was near then.

My privileges were,
I could last and obey.
But I always hope,
To live one more day.
But hopes and dreams…were all I had. Hopes and dreams were false.

All the evil you can think of,
Devils, Nazi’s, War galore.
Its worse than all those things,
And many, oh so many more.
I cry for hours because of my struggle of emotions. Love or hate the man I love or hate.

The man I was brought up to love,
The man who was so dear to me.
The man who I will always call dad,
The man who ignores my every plea.
Stop father. Halt father. Stop father. Please father. Love me.



The pain would start with just words,
And bottles later turn to actions.
His dizziness made things worse,
I could feel him through his strong reactions.
He still loved me dear, like any father should. He doesn’t mean the pain.

No! I will not fall back,
Into this snare.
And my believing,
Should be despair.
I will not forgive my dear father. It’s too late for him. His chances are over.

What he did to me,
Is unforgivable
How he is,
Just unlivable.
I cannot go on with him any longer. I would rather burn in hell.

I am positive,
The devil would care.
He would love me,
And be fair.
He would treat me better. Much, much better than him.

I will leave,
This earth I hate.
To God and heaven,
There lies my fate.
I belong with God for he loves me like a son. Not the devil.

I am through,
I am grim.
I hate him,
I hate him.
I hate him with the strongest passion one man can bear. I hate him.