Scraps

By Anthony Martinez

50 poems: Stairway to Heaven, Father, Home, Promises, The Fabulous Life of a Killer, Chasing Cars, Make Believe, Director's Cut, As Seconds Tick By, The Broken Boy Show, Lighting in a Bottle, Moth, Committed, Leaving, Domino Effect, Friends, Parents, Liar, Culpability, Locked Out of Heaven, Depression, Dissociation, Trap, Blood, Ever After, Switching the Blame, Dried Rivers, Happy State, The Devil's Path, A Happy Li[f]e, Six Feet, Console, Well Equipped, Goodbye, Before the Moon Hides, Winged Ashes, The Monster in Me, Dancing with Fire, Before I Die, Puppets, Stuck in a Loop, Suffering, Minefield, Was It Me?, Ledge, Dad, Before the Next Plane, Somebody, Death, The Lighthouse

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anthony Martinez
• Release date: Jul 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393145509

Book preview

Stairway to Heaven

The promises given

Taken and spend

Counting sins and Hail Mary’s

Missteps

Dwelling

Foggy memory

Because it’s easier to rest my eyes

Wondering

If there’s a place where I could find peace of mind

Waterfalls

Why’s

There’s a place; we’ve all submitted too

Where we suffer

Found demons and struggles

Problems that go unsolved

And when these issues pile

I find relief in you

In your gaze

The trials we all go through

I know I will always have a place in your heart and mind

And no matter what we go through

You’ll be the bright spot that keeps me upright

But before you and I could see the endless amounts of days filled with light

We need to take our steps

Before that time

Father

I’m afraid to show you the man you made

Afraid to show you the boy the world raised

Scared to show I’m not okay

I reached dark places

Made decisions I’ll take to the grave

Your baby is still learning how to behave

Learning how to find his way

But that doesn’t explain

The reason why I keep you at a distance from my personal business

I made mistakes

Some forgivable

Some I can’t take away

To be honest, I’m ashamed

To show you there is creases in my exterior

Because I was taught a different way

I don’t blame you for how I was raised

But my decisions

I should have known to steer away

And trying to learn along the way

That it’s okay to be vulnerable

To show my pain

That it doesn’t make me less of a man in your eyes, because before I

You lived a life

And I shouldn’t feel ashamed of mines

Because you had your time

When you question if your decisions were always right

I don’t want to live this life

Where I can’t tell you my tribulations because I need your guidance to help me find

The man who could eventually raise his own

Without holding it all inside

Home

A baby cries

My heart dies

An eerie sound when the house holds silence when memories remind

The life that has vanished from sight

Screams of laughter

Conversations that came after

Joy eliminated all possible disasters

Hollowed

As time flowed

Family never gets old

But the memories we hold

Within this home

Etched in space

That replays, as instances, triggering memories that breathe happiness, we made

Time pulled us away

Bittersweet

I know it had to be