Accuracy of your acrostic arrows,
Ride the wind with utmost ease.
Claiming each bulleye with poetic precision,
Hands steady, unswayed by the errant breeze.
Endowed with talent, unsurpassed finesse,
R**egarded by peers as the wise-worded wiz.

I am
                             A dancer
                             A writer
                             An artist
                             A musician
A creator
                             But if you
                             Wanted
                             To see
What I create
                             A dance
                             A story
                             A painting
                             A song
I would
                             Refuse
                             Turn Red
                             Stall
                             and Deflect
Your attention
                             Because
                             I am
                            Afraid
                            My creations
Will let you
                            Judge me
                            Criticize me
                            Hate me
                            Mock me
They are
                            A piece of me
                            A thought
                            An emotion
                            A fleeting moment
And they are
                            Mine
So if I show you
                            I trust you
Please don’t betray my trust

Do you remember when we were young
We didn't have a care or worry
When our days could be ruined by no one

When skipping over cracked pavement was fun
And we thought our source of survival was a Mcflurry
Do you remember when we were young

The hours we spent running under the sun
Back then we were in no hurry
When our days could be ruined by no one

Fantasy had our minds over run
Our thoughts were so pure, unmurky
Do you remember when we were young

When snow, as innocent as us, rested on our tongue
And despite the blizzard our view was not blurry
When our days could be ruined by no one

Back then anything could be over come
What changed to make our heads hung so lowly
Do you remember when we were young
When our days could be ruined by no one

Take away
               The air
                             I breathe
                                           Just  Leave
                                                                Me Poetry

Betrayal is black
It smells like the ashes of burned hope
It tastes like poisoned fruit
It sounds like a raging war
It feels like falling into a serpents nest
It looks like the wreckage of a bright soul
Betrayal creates a thirst for revenge