Submissions by Aladolf

My mom's boyfriend has destroyed me,
I'm sick of his simple existence.
Everything I built he destroyed,
And yet his dictatorship keeps persistence.

Me and my little brother rebel,
But he's too strong for both of us combined.
And there is nothing I can do as he yells,
In my house love is not defined.

How does his hate and destruction
get him to the point of authority?
How does my appeasement  to him
not make life any more than it did to me?

He's why I pondered death for nights,
Why I felt success was beyond me.
Why my...

I couldn't find a reason.
Nobody could convince me why.
All I saw was the edge,
And I wanted to try and fly.

And then one day, it changed.
My friend told inspired me to continue.
He said one should continue to go on,
To role model for those like you.

And my mind suddenly awoken!
My reason has finally arrived!
Why would I kill myself
When I can help others survive!

So my life is no longer about me,
I shall make it all about my peers.
I'm going to pass this message on,
So others will appreciate their years!

And...

She was laughing,
She was enjoying life as it was.
She was swinging and singing in the park,
She was doing just about what every 8 year old does.

She loved the flowers in the field,
She loved holding mommy's hand.
She loved swimming in the kitty pool,
She loved building castles in the sand.

But then one day mommy didn't come home.
But then one day the sun couldn't be seen.
But then one day her security vanished,
But then one day she turned thirteen.

And daddy had no money left after drinking,
And she had no food on her plate...

You don't think I can come back?
You think writer's block will win?
Lemme put it this simple,
I'm not gonna stop doing this.

This art that allowed me to
emit the horrors from within.
This story I've invested two
years into and until the end.

I'm gonna keep writing for the kids,
The kids with scars on their wrists.
The kids struggling to down the bottle,
The kids getting beat by their father's fist.

For every other poet who felt unsatisfied
With every last line of poetry they wrote.
For my little brother to find one day...