August Poetry Part 1
It started a year ago . . .
With a laugh,
Deceiving words of encouragement,
The promise of not getting caught,
And the morals fighting the hormones.
Two kids at a creek of
Different live styles
Different moral issues.
Innocence had been broken by a wrongful kiss.
Innocence had been washed away by a swallow.
Corruption cracks the moral foundation.
A longing still lingers in the shadows.
A whisper follows in action
Law defies age.
And fun defies law.
A pure rush is apart of the thrill.
Emotion is far from the immature boy
For it races in the woman's head.
She just wanted to be accepted . . .
Just to be loved.
He just wanted a momentarily stress release.
To him, she was just another trophy of pureness . . .
To be destroyed . . .
A fat, ugly trophy
(That doesn't matter, just use a pillow)
She was tight and untouched.
He made her feel momentarily accepted (a fake acceptance) . . .
Just to take advantage of her tightest in the pure deception.
Taking over the little trust she had . . . she ever had.
All she ever had was a little trust . . .
And now it was all gone.
Deception killed her:
All of it was a decoy.
Fake encouragement flowed from his mouth.
She wanted to be accepted, and loved.
She wanted the same thing
Everyone else was talking about.
He ask if she wanted to . . .
She said no in her weaken, drunken state.
She wasn't sure if he was the one
She truly wanted to share this with.
He tried to talk her down.
She said no again.
Blurred memories follow
As blackness is created by a pillow
He didn't want to see her face.
A pitching pain followed in a private area.
Scared, she secretly cried.
She was truly confused.
Is it okay to let the hormones take over?
A few more motions happen
Her body was in a wave of unacceptable indulgence
A sudden stop . . .
He stands up.
She feels cold and alone.
Brown eyes of youth and a wild spirit
Untamed and lost saw the first sight
Of the palest pieces of her
The parts that never saw much light
Nor other human eyes see before
Fear and excitement
As his frown made her want to cry
And regret the rest of her life.
He regretted touching her
And hated his hormones for winning the fight.
She hated him fir taking the best part of her away.
She'll never forgive him.
He took it all away from her.
He left her empty with
Upon her soul.
And a moment of regret she wished
She could take back.
She feels so small, so invisible,
As if there is nothing, but regret
Like a flower without color
On the sunniest day
That withered over
The dead thoughts . . .
Becky M. S. All Writings were written 8/14/2006