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There is this girl who hides.
She hides behind the shadows of her room.
She blends into the darkness.
She rocks back and forth in her cage.
She screams out into the wild.
At night under the moonlight she cries herself to sleep because she can't face the world.
A frown is always upon her face and her life only gets worse and worse.
She carries herself around in the daylight.
A weight is upon her and all she can do is to carry it on her shoulders like the greek guy.
But you wont be able to spot her in the crowd.
She will be the girl with a bright smile. The one who with her friends and acts like nothing borthers her.
She laughs alot, and puts a smile on her face. Though its a frown in the background.
She makes people laugh, and smile. Helps out when can and there when needed.
But at night she the girl who hides....
I am but four walls painted purple, I remember that day,
the girl of raven hair, standing on a ladder painting me.
I was laughing because her hair had streaks of purple,
and she was dappled all over with dots of me, you see.
The next few days, I was left alone to dry in quietude,
then came the antique furniture and mauve drapery.
Art work was attached to me in hues of purple,
my whole essence was lovely and I rested peacefully.
I liked to watch the girl dance around in her pretty dresses,
looking at herself in the ornate, oval mirror, so pretty.
Often she would sit at her desk writing in her diary,
with tears in her eyes, head bowed, I was full of sympathy.
One day, she wore an elegant dress of white lace,
she danced and pranced around the room smiling happily.
I was so happy for her, but not exactly sure why I was,
but I should have been sad because she was leaving me.
Years my door remained closed, the furniture covered,
then one day, an old lady walked in holding the hand of girl.
She stroked the raven hair of the girl she called granddaughter,
and told her, "this is the room where I used to dance and swirl."
Written September 4, 2012
For the contest, If These Walls Could Talk,
Sponsored by Black Eyed Susan
I woke up this morning
Went to the kitchen
Looking for some-thing
For this morning
I was on a mission
I went in-to the Cabinet
To open my favorite box
It was closed and It was sealed
I shook it, yet
I could not hear...
Surely they were gone'
And so was my last beer'
Fore there in the box
Their wasn't a sound
So, I placed it on the table
Then I sat down,
Only something was strange
I couldn't figure it out
So, I clinched my mouth
And dumped the whole
I was looking for some-thing
That sweet taste for my mouth
But, that nice crispy cereal
With-out a doubt...
I ran to the bed room
And looked on the floor
Their was an empty bowl
The milk was still cold
So, I was perplexed
Didn't know what to say next
My EX was sleep
On her mouth I could smell CHEXS
But, what could I do
Cause I wouldn't go near her
Was this a thought
Or could it be real
It was so...
That was my best meal
My ex-GirL fRiend
Has just killed my last
Box of CHEKS
What will she do next
Heavens' why me
She is a Cereal Killer
Can't you see?
She is bronze colored in complexion...
She is not too tall nor too small..
She is found along high rise buildings to sidewalks..
She dresses according to the 90's, to the latest moda...
She has her own unique style...
She has of brilliance undefined..
She has the hands soft to caress and rough to grip..
She has of eloquence: smile that soothes...
She is from the southeastern seas..
She belongs to islands of myriads history..
She comes from the land of the tropics..
She stands out among the crowd..
Empowered through high quality education..
Unbreakable by dozens of life experiences..
Molded flexible enough by Her culture
Zest enough to face the whole world..
Wether in the most sophisticated way..
To the simplest servant you can see at home...
What makes her so captivated...
Her full blown nationality of being a Filipina...
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This is a long lost dream story about Me and my EX-GIRL getting it back together again? Just who knows' where it will end......
My ex-girlfriend and me
We are talking about
The possibility of getting
Married and I said that
We shall see.....
She asked' me if we were
Going to take lot's and lots'
And I answered, yes,
But We won' be taking
And then She ask Me
If it would be consummated
I said yes, but, only if it came
Cant believe your not here
Trying to erase the fear
I didn't get to say goodbye
It wasn't that long ago
That i had you in my arms
Hugging you to let you know
That I needed you more
I breathe a little deeper
trying to hold back all the tears
Remembering the times
You was always here
The days and years
Months and weeks
Went by so fast
I couldn't even think
Memories of you
Wonder through my head
Times where you would "Baby" me
Daddy's little girl is what you said
I couldn't deny it
How true that is
Not trying to believe
That your not here
I know this won't be easy
Apart of my heart is missing
As tears roll down my face
Thinking about you
I hold tight to the good times
and let the bad ones slip through
There will be times I'll stare in space
Wondering how things would be
If you didn't leave this place
The times you would sing to me
The times you would cry
The times where you'd smile
I'll never let that slip by
You'll always be in my heart
No matter what i do
I didn't think I'd have to picture
My life without you
All the birthdays cards i made you
Ill hold close and dear
In my life you'll always be here
I'll remember the mornings
I'd wake up and see your face
I didn't think I'd ever have to say
Goodbye this way
Daddy's little girl is what I'll always be
I'll never forget you
Please remember me.
I love you Daddy