Poison Ivy

Her glistening smooth skin,
Distinguishing her as someone beautiful,
Her hair flaming red,
Displaying the passion she has for her children,
Her mysterious smile,
Luring the simpleminded to their doom,
Her lips so luscious and so wet,
Kissing them would seal your own fate,
Is she friend or foe?,
For you to decide,
But she wasn't born this way,
She choose to be this way,
She went by a different name,
Pamela Lillian Isley,
Now known as my Poison Ivy
~NDW

The Forgotten Man

The strangers pass on by and don't acknowledge his existence,
They just look the other way and carry on with their busy lives,
Where do they have to be that makes them so much better?,
Where are they going that gives their life purpose?,
To what destination gives their life meaning?,
He doesn't know,
But he knows he's not liked,
He knows he doesn't have a friendly face,
He knows he is a rough character,
He can't help it,
So he looks to the ground for hope,
But what place for hope is this?,
Any day now the ground is where he'll lay,
Maybe than he'd be at peace,
Than the world can continue on without him as a flaw,
He looks to the sky for an answer but none ever come,
Maybe no one truly cares,
Maybe he has no purpose here,
Perhaps he's a ghost in this place called life,
Meanwhile the stranger's stares and gestures just reinstate the obvious,
He is the man that no one wants to see,
He is the man who shouldn't be,
He is the forgotten man
~NDW