The World Through Real Eyes: Real World Inspired Poetry

By Headstrong

In this book, I have taken everyday feelings from my life dealing with depression, bipolar disorder, multiple sclerosis, and Marfans syndrome and channeled them into words. I also write about my life after a divorce and the ups and downs of dealing with an ex for the sake of taking a productive role in your childs life. I talk too about life without a father and how my mother has always been there for me and never led me astray, and the struggles we faced in life with her not only as a single parent but also as a lesbian before it was socially accepted.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: May 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781466923058

Headstrong

I write based on people around me as well as my real-life situations that happen every day. I feel this is appealing to readers simply because most can relate or have been in similar situations. I want them to know they are not alone in how they feel about particular situations and subjects. I was raised by a single mother who has blessed me with the gift of writing. I am a father and stepfather of eight children combined, with ages ranging from seven to eighteen. I live in southwest Georgia.

Book preview

A Beginning to an End

Lie to me if you will, or maybe you must ! Our bond was already delicate, we had no trust. You put me in a place that could help feed your lust. Your nothing to me, your just a grain of dust. As sick as you are and twisted as well. You sick son of a bitch I hope you rot in hell. Never around, no where to be found. You lurk in the darkness and slither abound. Waiting to strike on your next little mouse. A snake in the grass you are in compare. My eyes are weak but my brain is sharp, you come see me you’ll need a tarp. I am done chasing the things I never knew. Now I await to start anew. Your lies reek, they smell so foul, I want nothing at all to do with you not ever not now. Keep your distance as will I. You’ve awakened a beast as big as I please, someone like you could never defeat me. You think your so tough always so smug, you can’t even lick my dirt off my rug. Praying on kids, little girls more exact, your lucky for now your shit’s still intact. Fuck with me or my family to boot, I’ll show you the ground from UNDER the root. If your ashamed of this print, afraid of whats said, maybe you should have thought on that before you acted with the wrong head. She was a little girl, helpless as can be, you took her to places she never should have seen. Mentally and emotionally, I didn’t want to see. But now it’s all out there clear as can be. I said it before, I’ll say it again! You sick son of a bitch, this is our end!!!!!

After Life

I have visions of death, my life to a halt.

No clue where they come from, I take with a grain of salt.

They have become more and more vivid.

I fear it’s all my fault.

The fear rips through me, my body so rigid.

How will it be, when will it come?

Nobody knows, not even me.

I look over my life to my despair.

I’ve not done anything, anything thats rare.

My body all riddled, my soul is torn.

The reaper is coming, he’s blowing the horn.

Visions of death are what I see.

Why did I ever settle and just leave life be?

Lifes chances have past, never to return,

these are the things I think of last.

But only as my soul burns.

Now I sit on a mantel, in a bright shiny urn.

Never to have the