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Details | Free verse | |

Daddy

Daddy

Daddy, why did you go away,
Don't you know I wanted you to stay!

Daddy, when you left mom,
Don't you know you left me too.
Now all I do is cry and cry
--- I want to die!

Daddy, mommy say's it's better this way,
What does she know!
There's not enough band-aids to cover up the blues
Mom's kisses can't heal this kind of pain.

Daddy, I look around 
No one stands in your garage
Daddy, You took every tool
Except the hammer and sitting stool
Daddy, I still miss you 
--- I love you. 

***
***
Dear Daddy, I'm all grown up now
Haven't seen you since I was 10

Daddy, I sit on your favorite chair,
No longer do I miss the way you caressed my hair.
Daddy, I'm taking the old hammer and this BRAND NEW saw,
It's time to patch all the holes mom punched in the wall 
*The day you walked out on us*
Daddy, don't worry about the times I tripped and fell
Mom, found someone to fix  the loose boards,
Got tired of scraping my knees 

Daddy, I finally realized I'm okay,
I agree with mom, it's better this way.

by;pd


Details | Ballad | |

Bobby

 This one is totally fictional.

Don't cry little guy just 'cause you're moving away
Your daddy's got a brand new job out in Santa Fe
He's trying to make a better life for your mom and you
So, how about holding back those tears
Yes, I'm crying too
So I said goodbye to Bobby like I knew I had to do
But Some things that I told him
Weren't exactly true
I wish I could have told him to stay
If that's where he'd really like to be
I wish I could have told him the truth
About his mom and me
So, I said goodbye
And tried not to cry
And told him to have fun
I wish I could have said to him
Bobby, you're my only son.


Details | Rhyme | |

Unwed Teen Mothers and Poverty

At internet dating sites secrets are hidden
On his roller coaster of lies, Pam had ridden
Though she agreed to meet Joe in a public park
The sun had already set; it was growing dark

No families or lovers were strolling around
When Jim came from behind and pushed Pam to the ground
Pam went home and was afraid to tell her parents
In four months there was a change in her appearance

Pam left home and started living on the streets
Turning away from every stranger she’d meet
‘Neath neon lights on a cardboard box she lay
Night after night, visiting soup kitchens by day

In her eighth month she found a home for pregnant teens
As her mom endured the torment of fearful dreams
Time neared and Pam called home crying, “Mom, I’ve done wrong!”
Grateful mom said, “Dear, I’d have been there all along"

Lifting Pam up from the grasp of dire poverty
Her parents welcomed the newborn to their family
If she hadn’t made that call, Pam would not have known
The comfort she’d receive in her parents’ fine home



* Entry for Gwendolen’s “Mom, I’m Pregnant” contest.

According to Douglas J. Besharov with the University of Maryland’s School of Public 
Policy, almost half of all families headed by women under age 18 have incomes 
below the poverty line. This is almost five times the poverty rate of two-parent 
families with children. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Boy on the Bridge

He was standing there alone on the bridge
He must have been about twelve years old.
I asked, "What are you doing here, lad?
It's very dark and kind of cold."
"I'm not supposed to be out this late at night
But my mom and dad are having a fight
So I'm on this bridge and I don't know why
Seems like all I do anymore is cry.
You don't know what it's like
To hear the shouting every day
I love my mom and dad
But they say things they shouldn't say
I have a sister and a little brother
And we are only learning how to hurt each other.
If I was granted any wish that I could think of
All I would want is a home filled with love
Maybe my mom and dad could find it in their heart
To forgive each other and make a brand new start
Then our lives would be like they should be
And I could dump these feelings that are haunting me
Thanks, mister for listening to me talk
Can you give me a ride home. I'm afraid to walk
If you hadn't stopped, I wouldn't have seen daylight
You see, I was going to jump off that bridge tonight."


      Sometimes a kind word or just listening for a few moments can make a 
difference in someone's life.


Details | I do not know? | |

THE PRICE OF OIL, PART I

The nurse ordered her to push, push, push
in her best proper voice 
and linen balled in red fists knotted
and sweat falls from red face knotted 
while Billy, head first, tugged and yanked by nurse's proper hands, 
emerges, gently laid upon the blood soaked sand 
motionless in the sulfur haze, almost well-behaved 
amongst the rifle clatter and bewildered screams - 
get down! get down! get down! 
while Billy breathes slowly, undisturbed, 
his eyes closed with new mom 
gently caressing matted, cark curls, 
her fingers, no longer knotted, extended,
Billy's tiny hands and infant fingers 
grip the plastic ribbing 
around the rifle barrel smeared in stickiness that flows out 
from below Billy and onto sand, puddling, his lips chapped and parted, 
suckling as new mom exhausted weeps 
in relief of two arms and two legs and everything okay 
as she holds him, hurting for him, 
everything that might happen, 
everything that will happen, 
and she drifts off to slumber, 
mother and child peacefully spent 
in soft pretty colors 
and the soft murmur of the television as the sedan 
with government plates at the curb 
and a Marine in dress blues (Oh, God) stands plastic in the doorway 
and uses his best proper voice (Oh God, not Billy, Oh God) 
to regretfully tell her, 
and uses surprised hands to catch her when her legs 
regretfully cannot hold her 
and she sobs on the floor like a mother who outlived her son, 
exhausted as the day Billy was born.
Screw this war.


Details | Rhyme | |

Nobody Knew

Nobody knows the pain she hides,
No one cares to look inside.
This little girl that’s only nine,
Has to fight to stay alive.

Her mom’s an alcoholic,
And her daddy does drugs.
She gets beaten and bruised,
Instead of kisses and hugs.

Nobody hears the little girl’s cries,
Nobody notices her wet swelled eyes.
When her mommy is drunk and her daddy is high,
So she doesn’t get beaten, she has to hide.

She’s sick of the pain,
That she suffers from every night.
She’s sick of getting punished,
For her mom and dad’s fights.

So, she went downstairs and grabbed a rope,
And hung it way up high.
She stood on a chair and put her head through the noose,
And jumped and hung there to die.

Her mom came home drunk that night,
Her daddy came home high.
To find her hanging by the rope,
To find out she had committed suicide.

Nobody knew the pain she hid,
Nobody cared to look inside.
The little girl that had wet swelled eyes,
Committed suicide and no longer has to fight to stay alive.


Details | Rhyme | |

She was only 5

She was only five and this is what
happened when she was alive

Ser dad was a drunk her mom was an addict
They always kept her locked up in the attic

Her only friend was a toy bear
and it was old and worn with patches of hair

She always talked to it when nobody was around
she layed there and hugged it with not a peep of sound

Until her parents unlocked the door
some more pain she'll have to endore

Bruise on her leg scare on her face
why would she have to be in such a horrible place

She grabs her bear and softly cries
she loves her parents but they want her to die 

She sits in the corner quiet but thinking
god why is my life always sinking

Such a bad life for a sad little kid
she got beaten and beaten for anything she did

And then one night her mom came home high
and she got beaten as the hours went by

Then her mom suddenly grabbed for a blade
it was sharp and pointy the one that she made

She thrusted the blade right in her chest
you deserve to die you worthless little pest

The mom walked out leaving the girl slowly dieing
she grabbed hey bear and again started crying

The police showed up at the small little house
and quickly barged in everything quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly opened a door
to find the little girl lieing on the floor

It must have been hard to go thourgh so much harm
but at least she died with her best friend in her arms

A child dies every day from child abuse and if you have an ounce of pity in your 
heart for little auorura and you hate child abuse do something about it and let 
them know that someone cares about them


Details | Rhyme | |

Heres Looking At You Kid

Dear brother you were only 22
when the good Lord came calling for you

Water had consumed your last breath
Coroners said was a flashback from heroin and meth

I had always looked up to you
but your verbal abuse made me and the others feel blue

black hair  hazel eyes man you look so like Elvis 
imitating shaking your hips and pelvis

blisters and sores on  your young pale face
oh boy how you had fallen from Gods grace

you had a little girl right after you died
Mom always stood by her and your girlfriend's side

first Grandpa then you Dad  Mom and brother Bob
for my life now feels like I've been robbed

missed over 30 yrs of wishing you  birthday greetings
now at the dinner table there is limited seating

but every year when your birthday comes and passes
I will be there to pick your grave site overgrown grasses

I wonder what you would look like today
or even if your hair would be full of grey

I have forgiven for all you had done to me
for I hold no regrets so your soul can be free

heres wishing you another birthday greeting
as I lay this card and rose at your grave site's seating

Please give Grandpa Dad Mom and brother Bob my love
for someday I will reunited with all of you above

For now I have my own little girl
for she is my own everyday  world

I promise to tell her all about you
and how God will turn you into someone pure and new

Rest in peace my loving dear brother
heres another birthday wish I send in passion smothers 






In Loving Memory Of
My Brother Gary

10/ 18/ 48
 6 / 5 / 71









Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Details | Elegy | |

Eternity

Eternity

Many times, I saw my spirit.
Many times, I felt my soul.
In life, I lived courageous.
Now it is time for me to journey home.

If you cry, that is fine.
If you laugh, that is better than a cry.
Rejoice in my life and shout praise.

For I am 
Therefore, I shall be
In peace, I leave this world.
To my love ones, I am with the Lord.

Sure happy to have lived
Not sad that my time has come
The benevolence of the spiritual realm is a breeze from a waterfall.

The Lord is my keeper.
He called me home.
No more sadness let us all rejoice.

Ms. Carrie Mae Sexton is now reunited with Jehovah God Lord.  A woman of statue... 
A woman of worth... All that knew her will truly miss her.

Never a life lost but one done with the world and because she walked a virtuous path, her life is shown.  The Lord knows best and we must know the same.   Our mother sojourns and in peace, she lays.

[“Be assured that just as an hour is only part of a day so life on Earth is only part of eternity.” C.L. Allen]

User Name: Verlena
Psuedonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: Grief and Bereavement

-Contest Enter: Space & Time - Metaphorically written... Eternity is space and time...  February 2014


Details | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




Details | Acrostic | |

Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
 
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.


Details | Free verse | |

over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
FAT
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
repeating,
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
no
is daddy raping her?
no
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
pass...
did anyone molest her? 
pass....
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
more... 
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
FAT!!!!!!
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
FAT!
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...


Details | Free verse | |

The Last Thing I Remember

“Anna, put on the shoes your dad gave you.” I obeyed.
He had given them to me for my birthday before he
Was taken away.  I haven’t seen him since that day.
But, mom tells us that we’ll see him again someday.

Melancholy had masked my mom’s face all morning.
My brother and sister sat on their bunks with sorrow.
It began to run and grow down their pale pastel cheeks 
As mom somberly told them…

“Your sister and I are going away, promise me you’ll
brush your teeth and always pray.  Peter, you take care 
of your sister, you’re the man of the house now.  It’s not 
that bad, oh my beautiful babies—don’t be sad. I love you!”

“Let’s go!” as the guard pushed me and my mom.  She picked 
me up and placed me in her arms then harmoniously 
hummed my favorite bedtime song.  Then, we walked into a chamber.
She said “Close your eyes” and that’s the last thing I remember.  


Submitted for Abe’s “Leather Voices” contest


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Rhyme | |

Time to Go in loving memory of my mother

My mom was a strong woman, and stubborn too,
Yet she had a soft side, between me and you.
That side she would show, when you least expected,
But let me tell you, she was well respected.

Mom was quite unique, and was one of a kind,
She was set in her ways, so keep that in mind.
The youngest of nine, she had gotten her way,
Spoiled by her siblings’, almost every day.

Right out of high school, she had married my dad,
Blessed with three children, plus fifty years they had.
They both were hard workers, in all that they did,
My dad taught himself, from when he was a kid.

My mom was a smoker, for forty-six years,
Some day it would happen, she’d face all her fears.
Lung cancer she had, and inoperable too,
Her time on this earth, would be shortened we knew.

Radiation and Chemo, had done their thing,
Remission set in, tears of joy it did bring.
We would go out at night, to shop and to talk,
I knew she enjoyed, getting out for a walk.

Two years had gone by, after Thanksgiving Day,
Her pain had returned, but was afraid to say.
She’d lie on the couch; it was strength she did lack,
We knew in our hearts, that the cancer came back.

We shared lots of laughter, but many a tear,
I tried to assure her, she’d nothing to fear.
“Please watch over your dad, this one thing I ask.”
“I know it will be, quite a difficult task.”

One morning in March, Hospice called us to say,
You may want to come, for she’s slipping away.
For the night before, mom told me to stay home,
“Be there for your kids, you can call me by phone.”

When we all arrived, for a moment she woke,
Her eyes said it all, not a word had she spoke.
We stayed by her bedside, just holding her hand,
“It’s time to let go mom, we all understand”.

A few days had passed, not ready to let go,
For it had been raining, but letting up slow.
The sun began shining, the clouds disappeared,
Opening the heavens, for mom’s time has neared.

We gathered together, her forehead we kissed,
Whispering so softly, how much she’d be missed.
“Your time has arrived mom, just follow the light”,
She left us so peaceful, she gave up her fight.

It was time to drive home, in the car we got,
Then something had happened, while leaving the lot.
Huge drops of rain falling, it had to be fate.
They were tears of joy; she was at heaven’s gate.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | I do not know? | |

mama

mama how do i tell you its bad again
how the voices are telling me its okay to hurt
they want me to fall
to fall from the top of buildings 
and not get up
but don't worry mama
i plan to shut them up

mama how do i explain how the pain has returned
all you wanted was me to be better
i tried and tried and tried and tried
but in the end, the crazy won
they drive me crazy to no end
i want to make it stop 
but don't worry mama
i have a plan

mama i cant tell you how it feels
to be sunken to the depths of earth
angels are soaring above me
but their happy gazes hurt
i need this incessant chatter to go
to hurt me, to hate me 
it all feels so real
but don't worry mama
it wont soon

mama i can see the look in your eyes
it hurts me too that this is goodbye 
cant you see this is the only way 
for the voices to vanish but my body stay
goodbye and farewell 
ill miss you so much
but don't cry mama
ill be better now


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Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Couplet | |

Memories - Abuse

Oh mom I see your blood.
It runs from your nose like a flood.

I cannot run or even hide.
I am screaming inside.

Why is he after me.
I am too little to flee.

I cannot scream or cry loud.
Oh God who am I now.

Where are you mom for I fear.
Oh God, I need you near.

I am so confused.
Why have I been abused.

Mom I see an Angel near.
Now we have nothing to fear.

Why did he do these things to us...

Edward J. Ebbs :(


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

The coat that was destroyed

remember to those whom think
Fur from the skin of a animal is a sin

to a degree this is true 
in a previous poem .I also have written "tigers living free "
So I let you know I to am guilty ..
go back in time , I ask you.

Think about women before the day 
The day women wore Fur and it was ok .

my mother died early 
to early for me , I was only the young age of 20.

Through the years I remembered her scent 
she left me with memories, in my heart was kept

I wish not to offend 
so I will try and tread light 

When my Mother died
The next day , her personals were taken  
with many it was almost a fight .

I was left with a plate 
until one day received a call 

From the man she was to marry 
before she passed that Fall 

He told me how sad it was for him to see 
his beautiful Brides room was torn up side down
looking for items of value to be found 

He said there was one thing the Vultures forgot 
Her mink coat she loved so much and she wanted me to have 


He flew from  Julian to Monterey , all in one day 
last year I came into my room to pull the coat out 

Mom's coat would comfort and warm my children at night 
someone entered my room to destroy this coat we loved , out of judgment, it was cut . probably a small fortune it will cost , all because of some ones hate , I lost.

I ask we be kind in thinking next time a fur coat
maybe it is the only thing left one has to remember  
maybe it is there to warm the broken soul that longs for 
Motherly Love ~


Details | I do not know? | |

What people might think

People may say that i am a spoiled little brat.
    Only becuase they see what they wan't to see.
   We all have been through things in our life time that we just want to forget, but we just can't  seem to forget.

My mom has put me through many things "but lets not say" in the past.  And i have learned from some of those things.  It made me a stronger person inside and outside. 

  I don't know my father at all. I wasn't even born when my mom was around him.
 But i have a loving family.

I would never change my past even if i had the chance.  Becuase if i did then i wouldn't be 
where i am now.

 People who are out there that are judging people based on how they act or look, are stupid. Wise up and grow up... 
Those people you judge have a GOOD reason for the way they look or act.
 And maybe they need some one there to talk to. To get things off their 
back.

                        Just like the saying. "Don't judge a book by it's cover"



*just something  that i had to say* :)comment if you have a thought (or fav poem if you like it)*
  
                                        


Details | I do not know? | |

You call yourself a father

Growing up was hard for me,
I think i grew up to soon,
I had to take charge in the big brother role,
But also i had to take hold to the father role somehow.

My mom was the only one who was there for her children,
We knew that she loved us,
She was in love with my father but he wasn't faithful,
So she found someone else who showed her true love.

My siblings never truly understood it,
I tried my best to encourage them to behave,
Which they listened but to a certain point,
Finally my mom married her true love and the caos began.

My father tried to step back in the picture,
My siblings began to side with my father not knowing the seriousness,
I decided to talk to them one-on-one but neither of them listened,
They wanted for my mom and father to be together.

One day my mother sat them down,
Telling them the hurt and pain she experienced with my father,
She explain to them the whole nine yards,
They understood then and began looking at my father differently.

Getting to the stage of middle school,
We began to see less of our father,
It was his choice...not ours,
He wouldn't call for our birthdays or holidays,

So we leaned mostly on our step-father,
They wouldn't accept him as father,
He would do all he could for us,
But instead the only one(s) who really let him be a father figure was me and the 
youngest brother.

My step-father loves my mom and has been there for her going on Fifteen years.
He is a firm talk like he's a policeman or something,
But he is a nice person.
My mom loves him and so do we.

So this is a message for all of the children out there who has a no good father....if 
your mom has a man or husband, please treat him right because he is there to 
protect your mom and you all. Thanks for listening!!


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


Details | Senryu | |

The Kids of Divorce

Mom and Dad divorce; the kids are damaged for life; but some are relieved.


Details | Free verse | |

Tear in My Heart

My mother never knew what to do with me.
I was an obligation that needed to be. 
But I wanted her to love me.
Simply… love… me.
I would do anything to please her.
Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did.
But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done.
Needless to say our relationship wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. 
I had a daughter who didn’t live. 
And my mom said someone like me shouldn’t have kids.
Though she didn’t know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health.
Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere.
I didn’t show it but hidden…my health wasn’t all that good.
My husband’s diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine.
I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart.
Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. 
The son I’d always wanted to have.
I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn.
He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere.
He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong.
My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son.
He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn’t there for him. 
I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved.
That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way.
I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son.
But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son.
But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him.
It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in.
And it’s even stranger to tell that… 
The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else’s son.
He’s my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again.
Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.


Details | Triolet | |

Mom Is Just Mom (Triolet Poem)

Mom is just mom when she wants to be,
I wish she was more independant in life.
What I write is the truth, she'd probably agree.

Maybe she didn't do a good job as a wife,
Put down the alcohol and look towards God.
Because He is the one who will make things right.

This past Thanksgiving I didn't sense your love
You didn't cook Turkey, no family was present.
I left and you didn't even give me a loving hug.

Since I became a Muslim, I'm not feeling your presence,
You also act different in front of my girl,
I guess mom is just mom, that's my life's lesson.

Hopefully situations will get better for you
And one day you'll realize in this world what is true.


Details | Narrative | |

too drunk, not drunk

When your with people you think you can trust

and you get a bit to drunk

and you thought you could trust him

after all your mom loved him

 

and you go to bed just afer 2

and mom went to bed just after 1

and he came in room just after 4

so you ask him for a pill...

He gets you the pill and you take it for your head

still drunk

     still drunk

and then you lay back down

still drunk

and then his hand snakes out

still drunk

and then his lips meet yours

still drunk

smell the beer

still drunk

and his hand slides under your gown

still drunk

and you just cant say no

too drunk

    too drunk

and his touches, soft but rough

not drunk

    not drunk

and he plays with your untuoched parts

not drunk

    not drunk

and you try to turn but you cant

not drunk

    not drunk

and you finnaly win and turn

not drunk

    not drunk

and he silently walks away

not drunk

    not drunk

and whispers to the dark room

are you drunk

    are you drunk

        are you drunk 

and you wish you could say that you were

so drunk

     so drunk

so you can turn, fall asleep, and forget

not drunk

    not drunk

and you know in deep and dark thoughts...

your not drunk

      your not drunk

             your not drunk


Details | Light Poetry | |

Where were You

Where were you
When i started to grow
Where were you
When my puberty started to show

Where were you
When my mind was confused
Where were you
When i was being misused

Where were you 
To teach me what i should know
Where were you
When i needed strength to grow

Mother 
Where were you


Details | Rhyme | |

Crying Rains

I held my Dear, whispering in her ear
“There is nothing here to fear”
Then I wiped her eye of the tear drops dry
As the thunder rumbled near

A flash of light made the bedroom bright
Throwing shadows on the wall
She held me tight all the stormy night
Trembling through it all

Her bed is small but inside I crawled
To protect her from the storm
I rested my head near the top of her bed
With the comforter keeping us warm

Now that Spring has sprung the rains have begun
And thunder claps almost every day
My poor darling daughter, her eyes start to water
It was storming when her Mom passed away

Now every time it rains she relives the pains
Of telling her Mom good-bye
I do my best to get her through each test
But sometimes I must join in the cry


Details | Rhyme | |

Hold On To You

Why am I so selfish?
Why do I live for the wrong things?
I am dying inside
Because I refuse to see the light.
I need to say yes,
But I still haven't learned that yet.
I am a fool,
And I am hurting you.
If I would let go of myself,
I would hold on to you.


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


Details | Lyric | |

Never Be the Same

I wake up sittin' on my bed,
I have these thoughts runnin' through my head.
I just cant figure out a way,
of how I'm gonna get through this day.
Oh, come and take my breath away,
I'll never be the same,
I'm not ready for today,
But it's gonna happen... Anyway.
I dont know how to understand,
I dont know whats, happening..
I can't do this on my own... No.
I'm starting to feel like i'm all alone... all alone.
I wake up sittin' on my bed,
I have these thoughts runnin' through my head.
I just cant figure out a way,
of how I'm gonna get through this day.
I need some juice, I need a Jolt!
Or maybe get hit my a lightning bolt!
some things will never be the same.....
Oh, come and take my breath away,
I'll never be the same,
I'm not ready for today,
But it's gonna happen... Anyway.
But it's gonna happen.... Anyway.


Details | Free verse | |

Losing Myself

I cry myself awake
In the middle of the day
Because of a decision I made
Not to spend time with you.
And now everything I am
Is falling apart into pieces;
I feel like I am losing you
Because I am losing myself.


Details | Free verse | |

Alone

I bet you that you didnt care
about how i was doing over here
all alone on the floor drowning in life that's poor.
Confused and all by myself,
feeling that i lost all self-control.

I bet that you dont care
how my mom helped you with welfare, 
trying to do whats right you burn a house
in all your shame you go to jail and
 fail to show up for my birth.

I bet you don't know how it was,
to be without a dad who lost his self,
in the dark all alone he sits in a phsyco home.

Where his mom feeds him and,
tells him how she tried to see me,
after fifteen years i fell apart, trying to pick up my broken heart,
but still i bet you didn't know how it felt to be alone.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Wishing you could love me too

You mean so much to me, more then you'll ever know. 
More then ill ever be able to describe.
But I'll try.
Voice of a angel, touch ever so soft you would think its a feather.
Eyes so beautiful seeing them on a sunset day, medusa stare ever so hypnotizing locking eyes can't look away.
Baby in the tummy, heart just started beating giving me a rush that I really needed.
Love so old I feel defeated.
Even though I do everything for you, I'm looking out for me just keeping a close over view upon you.
How can I fix your life if mine isn't alright, but i don't know where id ever be with out you by my side.
And I thought I'd never know but as of now I'm pushing through. 
Now that your gone, I miss you every night.
But I gotta be strong.
Cause if not you'll be gone and ill be with a baby missing its mom.


Details | Rhyme | |

Nathan's Song

*Nathan's Song

Nathan loved to be playin' baseball
Talk with his friends everytime they'd call
He would rather be doing for others---any day.
Nathan loved the lake in the Summer,
Skiing in winter--one slope or other.
He was full of life and had an easy goin' way.

Nathan loved to eat Mexican food,
Jelly beans, when he was in the mood.
He would rather wear his flip-flops than shoes--everyday.
Nathan loved dogs and playin' guitar,
All kinds of music--he was a star!
His heart was full of love and he showed it every way.

You were my joy...You were my joy...
You were my joy...You were my boy.

Nathan loved to laugh and be funny,
His impish grin was on the money:
He dressed up like a 'Sugar Daddy' at school that day.
Nathan loved his family and friends
Especially one girl---to the end...
And his death was full of life by what he gave away.

Though he's gone from our presence, he walks with Jesus hand in hand
And now, up in Heaven, Jesus says, "Well Done, Nathan...

You are my joy...You are my joy...
You are my joy...You are my boy."

by Deborah Burch

For: PD's contest of sorrows and make you cry poem

*Note: Nathan was a senior in high school 6 years ago, the son of my BFF. He was killed in a MVA; his girlfriend was driving, ran a stop sign and a tractor trailer truck hit them broadside on Nathan's side of the car. The other 3 in the car lived...as did the driver of the truck...he had just talked to his mom on the cell phone--which was never found...I wrote this as a song and sang it for them as my gift...It doesn't end there:
Nathan was an organ donor. Many lives have been saved because Nathan donated all he had left to give--the gift of life. This year his Mom will get to meet the recipients and they intern meet her...She, with the Red Cross, hold Blood Drives each year in Memory of Nathan: 'One Love Blood Drive'...This poem is dedicated to Nathan, and to the awareness that we can all save lives...
Donate blood...and be an organ donor...be someone's joy. love,deb


Details | I do not know? | |

I Hate

I hate the birth mark under my right eye
I hate my extremely static hair
I hate my big bottom lip
I hate my spotty nose

I hate that I have really *****y times
I hate that people only remember me for my really *****y times
I hate that the real *****es hate me
I hate being cautious so they don’t ***** about me

I hate that I cry over everything
I hate that people know I cry over everything
I hate that I hide from them anyway
I hate that they actually don’t care 

I hate the fact that my brother is leaving home next year
I hate the fact that I cried when he told me that
I hate the fact that I hid my tears from him
I hate the fact that he’s all I really have left

I hate my father for making me feel like he doesn’t care about me
I hate my mother for making me feel like she picked him over me
I hate that my brother had to look after me when they couldn’t be bothered
I hate that, in my eyes, they don’t deserve to be called mum and dad

I hate that when I was younger I had to run away from my father
I hate that my mother and brother left me by myself that day
I hate that they left me closer to my father
I hate that they went somewhere I would have felt safer

I hate that I feel like my friends are slowly fading away from me
I hate that I feel like I’m a third wheel
I hate that I feel like my friend’s don’t trust me
I hate that I feel like I can’t trust my friends

I hate the feeling of loneliness
I hate that I read books to escape to a world better than mine
I hate that I write to create a better life than my own
I hate that people want to invade that one heaven I invented

I hate that people ask me why I made Katy Clover Taylor
I hate that I had to make a role model for myself
I hate that she is the person I desperately want to be
I hate that she is the one thing I will never live up to

I hate that I feel like my grades would grasp my families attention
I hate that feeling of disappointment when I get a bad grade
I hate feeling like I have to live up to an expectation to hold their attention
I hate that I am relied on because of my grades

I hate that I am an older mind trapped in a younger body
I hate that I am limited in what I can do because of my age
I hate not being trusted upon
I hate people treating me as a kid

I hate not telling people how I feel
I hate hiding behind an invisible barrier
I hate not being able to share how I feel with people
I hate being scared that they won’t care.

I hate people judging me
I hate judging people
I hate that feeling of giving up
I hate the feeling of losing when I didn’t give up

I hate the choices I have made
I hate that nobody thinks I can live up to my dream
I hate people thinking they are so much better than me
I hate the fact that they are right

I hate that I will never make a good girlfriend
I hate the fact I know nobody would fall for me
I hate knowing that no one would help me pick up my life
I hate that it has fallen apart

I hate hurting the people I love
I hate them not loving me anymore
I hate knowing that what I would do would hurt people
I hate the fact I do it anyway

I hate knowing that I do all of this
I hate knowing I hate all of this
I hate trying to change it
I hate that I am not able to change it

I hate that I try not to give up hope
I hate knowing all hope is lost
I hate that I still try and cling to it anyway
I hate knowing I failed at that too

But most of all

I hate not being able to express this until now
I hate that this still won’t change a thing
I hate thinking that it still might
I hate knowing that no one cares


Details | Personification | |

LIFE

Life is an everyday struggle, a struggle that never ends where people die and children cry 
and you learn to just pretend. Pretend that you are happy. Pretend that everything is ok. 
Pretend that this crap is normal, when you know its not suppose to be this way. They said 
God only gives you what you can handle, well I wish he dint trust me so much. Cause eve 
been strong for way too long and at this point rim about to bust. Over 10 years i was held 
captive in that belly of the beast but that has no comparison to the pain eve endured on 
those streets. My precious family dying off 1 by 1, so tragic, so painful i just want to run. I 
cant run to my mom God took her to heaven too, since she has been gone i just dolt know 
what to do. A piece of me died with her, rim no longer whole...i loved my mom with all my 
heart and soul. She wasn't the perfect mother but shes all i knew, mommy if you can hear 
me, I love you.Tell Aunt Lisa i love her and im sorry she left this world in so much pain since 
shes been gone no one is the same. She didn't deserve to be taken out in that horrific way 
but dont worry they are all gonna pay. Life doesn't get any easier, its an everyday struggle, 
it never ends...Where people die and children cry and you learn to just pretend.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Parents Affair

You’re supposed to be there for me
Someone I can trust
But the things you’ve done, more than once 
Have filled me with disgust

You cheat, you lie, you sleep around
You clearly have no guilt
What happened to the life we had,
And all the walls that we had built?

You never showed me affection
Not from the very start
Now we’re a broken family
Five lives all torn apart

How can you act like things are fine
When life has never been so bad
The things you’ve said are hurtful
I don’t know how you’re still so mad

You always think you’re in the right
How can you be so vane?
With all the constant drama
Our “family” is driving me insane

Just because I’m not a baby
Doesn’t mean I don’t still need you around
But I guess now you’re too busy
With the new family you have found

You made it very clear to me
The day you walked right out that door
It’s really very simple
You just don’t love me anymore


Details | Free verse | |

I'LL SMILE 4 U

Stroll through the Illest Empire
So much heat feeling like we’re living in the fire
But we’re living under fire
Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake
Its time for a break from sad eyes I’ve seen grown men cry
It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye
It’s the same reason why they died
Hearts just too full of pride
Mothers praying their young’n wont be a victim of a homicide
Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can’t call mine
Wishing we could turn back time
High off of nickels’ and dimes
Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope
But the hustle got us in a head choke
Don’t blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you
To watch our back and throw bows and cuss
Cause you got to be tough when times are rough
I know your asking when will enough be enough
And truth is I don’t know but this is how it goes down
But if I make it out will you smile for me now

So many families struggling with poverty
I don’t judge cause that use to be me
Watching mom come home late
Barley any food on our plate
So young and life we already hate
Praying God bring us something great
My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake
Knowing mom bust her ass to provide
But all your knock offs you begin to hide
Ashamed of what you own
I know how you feel I been there too
I see mothers walking there kids to school
And the walk is far when you cant afford a car
Mom hoping one day you’ll be a star
I know about being next to poor
Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store
Wishing you didn’t have to go through that living off of food stamps
Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we’ll all be free
So smile for you and me

Even 2pac said smile for me
This isn’t how its always going to be unless you let it be
In our different way we’re all a G
Cause we’re trying to make it straight legit
Whatever your hustle never quit but don’t lose yourself in it
Cause you still got a long ways to go
Still got a long time to grow
Use what you know to get by or you wont survive
Remember to always keep your dreams alive
Whatever it is just do it and never try
The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high
And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down
You’ll be able to come back around
So give yourself a chance
And I’ll smile for you now

JUNE ‘06
B.K.M.jr


Details | Free verse | |

Deceased

Middle of the night
All that is heard
Is yelling & screaming
A voice says,
"...No!...
...Why?!...
...Stop!...
...Don't do that!..."
Then nothing
Walk into the room
Nothing to see
Pitch black
One click of the light switch
All is revealed
Empty liquor bottles
Broken glass
Pills
Knife on the floor
Blood splattered all over the walls
With writing on it that reads,
"See what you made me do?"
Look on the floor
A dead body holding a gun
Look on the ceiling
A dead body hanging
What a nightmare
But a wish come true
Both parents
Dead


Details | Free verse | |

Mom and Dad

I remember the days,
When my mom and dad were superheroes
Everyday, they’d save my world
But now I hear things about them
Things I don’t want to accept as true
But the words won’t leave my system
I remember I asked someone one day
“If I find out about everything, will I end up hating them?”
I looked into their eyes as they said,
“Yes, you will.”
Ever since, I ignore all talk about mom and dad
And I don’t want the day of hating them to come any time soon.


Details | I do not know? | |

a little daughter i once had

shes felt alone
shes felt unwanted
shes felt everything there is to feel
the only thing that got her through it
was a little girl, she was only two feet
she had brown goldish hair
and deep blue greyish eyes
she helped her mom wash dishes 
after her daddy beat her up
they mom had many bruises
her daughter called her smurth
her daddy came from work one day
so like always she went to her room
and a few minutes later she heard a big boom
she opened the door
couldnt reach the handle
and she saw her mommy on the floor
curled up in a little ball
and red paint spilling from her body
and after that her mommy wasnt blue anymore
the little girl ran up to her mommys body
and when she looked up to say "what have you done?"
she saw something flying at her head
and she grabbed her mommas hand
and from that day on both of them were gone together
and they went to a better place called heaven


Details | Prose Poetry | |

In the full view of things

In the full view of things 
people will always be harsh 
People will always be stuck up 
Nobody will ever try to help 
Whenever I cry for someone to help 


Nobody comes....


Sometimes I think I am not crying loud enough to hear 
But then I relize,
They only pretend not to hear 
He tells me he cares 
But I know he lies 


He ALWAYS lies....


No matter how hard I try 
No matter what I do 
He still is not satisfied 
He and his frankinstine bride 
Be forwarned... the tale about step mothers.... is true.


They always lie....


They think I am insane 
So they send me to this person
She calls herself a consoler... haha.....
She doesn't have a clue 
She lies, she knows nothing of privet thoughts, and should not be called a counsoler.


What do they know any way....


My mind is my mind 
No one elses to invade 
But if you're brave enough to try 
Good luck getting out... well ...you could say the same 
My mind is always busy 
I can't remember a time when I wasn't thinking 
About the past 
About things I could have said or done 
Or about the future I wish could be true 


I don't know who to trust..... except for one........


My mom 
My sweet and loveing mother 
She is my everything
I love and trust her  
More than I can say


I trust her I love her....


My mom knows me better than anyone I know
She knows my fears, dreams, and hopes
She loves me 
She trust me 
She is the one who helped me when no one would 


I hate him......


The man poseing as a father 
The man who was never there for me
The person I want to be the farthest away from 
I am forced to live with 
By a boges court 
Full of hypocrits and morons 


Why should they get to pick.......


They tell me where I get to go 
They tell me I don't know
OH but I do 
I know more than they could possibly dream of knowing 
Seven years I had been hideing 
Seven years I have known 
He is a heartless monster 


I was there.....


All they had was papers 
I wasn't even aloud in the room 
I had all the proff they needed 
Seven years of experence
But it didn't matter 

One day we will be home with our mother where we belong.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Grime

She stands by the door waiting for 
her to come, the days finally here 
going home with her mum. 

She's 4 now, almost a year to the 
day, since the childrens aid workers 
came to take her away. 

When she was taken her mom was 
addicted to crack, pulled in by the 
streets and not looking back. 

Mom hustles the streets, living blast 
to blast, hoping this  will help her 
forget her past. 

But now her heart is filled with 
sorrow, "don't worry honey ill clean 
up tomorrow." 

Tomorrows come and go but she 
stays on the street, the drug that's 
too hard  to beat. 

Then it happens a sign from the 
gods, something makes her defy all 
the odds. 

Her boyfriend arrested sent off to 
jail, won't be a while til he can get 
bail. 

Now the light goes off in her head, 
she realizes that the street will soon 
make her dead. 

She leaves downtown and rebuilds 
her life, she can't believe why she 
caused all this strife. 

After a few weeks she gets a visit 
supervised, and she changes herself 
seeing her kids eyes. 

She goes back to school and gets 
her own place, help from family and 
friends she rehabilitates. 

Her boyfriend from prison promises 
her the world, says when he gets out 
it will be them and her girl. 

7 months go by her man gets out of 
jail, now this is not the end of the 
tale. 

Now the little girl stares at the door, 
which I'm sure she's done many 
times before. 

Todays the day, ribbons in her hair, 
pretty pink dress her mom will soon 
be there. 

She hears the door handle and yells 
"Mommy",   door opens its not what 
she expected to see.

The lady walks in sad look on her 
face. The young girl knows she won't 
be leaving this place. 

"Sorry honey, mommy can't make it 
today",
"Why?  Where is she?  What did she 
say?"

Her mom sits in the crackhouse, 
drugs in her hand, staring across the 
table at her freshly released  man. 

"Does anyone have a pipe I can 
borrow?"
"Don't worry honey ill clean up 
tomorrow!"
 



Details | I do not know? | |

Cradle Grave

He lay awake in fear
Darkness all around 
A cry escaped his voice 
All ignored the sound
Unable to fend for himself 
He lies there all alone
Cold, wet, and hungry 
Soon he will cry no more

A cold and drafty warehouse 
Is where he has to live
A mom possessed with an addiction 
No affection she has to give
She leaves him crying all alone 
To feed her inner demons
No second thought to her baby
All alone and helpless

Each night he spends there all alone 
Shivering in the cold
No mom around to protect him 
From the fear inside his soul
Many days he lies there all alone 
Rotting in his mess
Until the day had finally come
 Where there was no life left

On this earth for just a while 
He quietly slipped away
On a night too cold 
No warmth for cover 
He cried his final breath

A wasted life gone too soon
 No thought to what could have been
For the cradle has become his grave 
To rest what is left of him
I pray to God please take his soul 
And grant the life not given
Here on earth for the moment of time 
This hell where he was living


Details | Rispetto | |

madre save me

I had lost you in my head, n day by day went without u,
I had it all n to myself, big, and all of the above, I was living a 
Dangrous life but thts wht I wanted.
On my knees n looking at the grass a glock in the back of my 
head n the guy behind the gun, willing
To do whatever it took to be the best, "ur time is up, u knw how 
it is right just is wht it is",
"No!!!!!" One of the biggest n loudest with a echo scream I 
heared, my mom, scared the guy n shoot me in the back, right 
lung my mother hold me in her arms 30 mins waiting for the 
ambulance, i was in n out hearing her talking to me praying n 
asking for help words bearly would come out,
"It's time to clear things out n get things out of the way with 
god,  he'll judge if i stay or go with him, please mom stop crying 
for me."
One full month in the hospital critical conditions only woke up 
5 times n always she was there no matter wht she wanted to be 
there.
"You don't learn do you?" My mom said laying on the sofa
"I'll be back, have to take care of one thing" I replied
"We all have a mother just keep tht in mind".
On ur knees, u got anything to say? As I had a glock in the back 
of the head of the one who shoot me.
"I should of killed u n now its my lost." He told me
"U have a mother?" I asked
"Screw u." He replied
" go to ur mother n thnk her because of her ill let u live."
Mother asleep with a tear, kissed her forhead.
I couldn't do it becuase i don't want a mother to suffer wht my 
mother passed through.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Poem For Boo

Honey I know I failed you for so many years...
I really wanted to take from you sadness and tears...
I love you forever and I  will forever...
I enjoy every moment we have together...
I want you to know I didn't want to be away...
If I could take it all back I would today.

I wasnt the alcholic mom you thought I was...
I didn't leave just because...
I thought if I just danced one last time we'de be okay...
but one turned to many, and the money went away.

I really wish I was woman enough to give you your father...
But I think he was to young to bother...
I am sorry I devorced your dad...
I do know it made you sad...
I wanted to give you a better world...
I love you so much my babygirl.

I am sorry I wish I had been a better mom to you...
Now I am wanted your heart to be true...
I am really sorry and I wish I had made better choices...
Instead I was fighting to many voices.


Boo, I am really sorry I hurt you I wish for you I had made better choices. I never 
wanted to hurt you or leave you behind. I hope you know you are part of my 
happyness I will never give up again.


Details | Light Poetry | |

SOMEWHERE TO CALL HOME

SOMEWHERE TO CALL HOME
There are a lot of firsts in a child’s life that we all might forget
The first time they say Mom or Dad,
Feeling all the ooh’s and aah’s.
The first time that they hold your hand,
The feeling goes right to your heart.
You know  that this child is blood right from the start.

The hardest time in a Child’s life,
 is when they think all is lost.
Feeling left behind and all alone and abandoned,
and looking for somewhere to call home.
To know the feeling of being someone special,
then have it ripped away, 
all they will feel is being alone.
Every time they look behind there is an empty spot.
When the people they know as Mom and Dad are there,
they are never alone.

But, when a child comes around and is not of your blood,
the love they need is just the seed.
Just the feeling of the two figures called Mom and Dad
to look up to means a lot to them.
For a child to call out Mom and Dad,
and hear no sound is very sad.

Who ever said that these kids are nothing,
there is something very wrong in their minds.
They have been looking for somewhere to call home
 for such a very long time.
They don’t ask for much just a place to belong,
no matter how long it takes.

After so long your kids get old,
and go away without looking back,
 no hugs or kisses in sight.
Your life void of the words Mom and Dad,
that they will never say tonight.

To adopt a child and give them life and hope,
To put the laughter back in their voice,
and the twinkle back in their eyes,
to finally hear the words Mom and Dad is the ultimate surprise.

Harold F. Therault Jr. June, 2, 2007
(Dedicated with love to: Liliana Alicia-Marie Therault)


Details | I do not know? | |

a poet

you see this tear stream down my face
a lonely star that's been disgraced
while mom and dad went out to play
this girl sat with her thoughts all day
a mom who felt the chill of a tear
a father who ignored the fear
a sister who felt insecure
a brother who remained sincere
a phony front for a casual life
consumes her and her family time
an exhausted gagging in her throat
she's tired of this life she wrote.


Details | Rhyme | |

Home Cooked Meals

Mommy and I have to eat home cooked meals
At the restaurant
Because mommy is determined to keep up this 
Fam’ly front.
No one can know we live in misery.
Though we wear Oleg Cassini and 
Carry a Coach purse
We live in love’s poverty.

I think I’m getting an ulcer.
But, she eats slow
And I clean my plate
Don’t want to get home too early
We want to waste time
And get home very late

We eat out almost every night
To make people think everythings alright
I no longer ask why she doesn’t confess
And try to get us out of this mess.
She just feels she’ll never be blessed
And she wants to keep her designer suits
And bags…
She thinks she’s trapped
And it’s all very sad…

And
I think I’m getting an ulcer…




Details | I do not know? | |

The Picture of The Broken-family Through An Innocent's Eyes

She stands there – in front of the court
Between Mom – Dad, and wonders…

Here is Mom - she will marry a rich man
And calls him, “husband”
Will “Mom’s husband” love her as Dad does?

Here is Dad - he will marry a pretty woman.
And calls her, “wife”
Will “Dad’s wife” love her as Mom does?

She stands there - between two worlds:
Mom – Dad, and wonders…
Where does the world she belongs to?
Tears come down…

She closes her eyes, and dreams…
The world of Mom, Dad and her
The world she used to have
The world of loving and laughing
The world she has lost!

She stands there - in front of the court
This side is Mom - This side is Dad
And wonders…


Details | I do not know? | |

It not the end of my life walking out the door

It’s just for a few months, nothing more!
It not the end of my life walking out the door.
It’d hard being a mom when you are poor.
Will he ever understand?
I will send money when I can.
We have the same eyes, little ears, and little hands.
I never knew I could love like this.
It’s killing me thinking of what I will miss.
We didn’t have much time.
Will he ever understand why?
This is the happiest day of my life.
This is the saddest day of my life.
I never knew I could hurt and feel joy before.
It’s just for a few months, nothing more!
It not the end of my life walking out the door.
It’d hard being a mom when you are poor.
Just a few more seconds longer.
I wish I could be stronger.
I know he has to go.
I know I’m just postponing what’s beyond my control.
I love him more than he can possibly know.
I would let him go.
I would lie for him.
I’d crawl for him.
I would go to the ends of space and time for him.
I would die for him.
So when you tell him,
Tell him that.
Tell him all of that.
It’s just for a few months, nothing more!
It not the end of my life walking out the door.
It’d hard being a mom when you are poor.


Details | Rhyme | |

Tragic

I like to write tragedy poems and song lyrics but I've never experienced anything tragic until this year.
I lost Mom in March, Dad in July and I'm thankful that the end of 2013 is near.
Mom was one of the greatest women who ever lived.
When I did her wrong, she was always fast to forgive.

I remember what my dad did for my brother many years ago when he was alive.
Dad traded his truck so that Rick could have a car to drive.
It's sad and tragic because my parents are no longer living.
If you still have your parents, give thanks for them this Thanksgiving.


Details | Rhyme | |

A YOUNG LIFE TAKEN

Ruth wasn't more than seventeen,
the cutest girl I had ever seen;
a drunk driver collided head-on
with a Buick Regal at an excessive speed.
That intoxicated man had smoked weed...
he once was a clean, responsible son.


Yesterday her mom was so proud of a boy so mannered and tame,
today she's gotten a share of the horrendous shame;
he's not aware of the horrifying crash, he continues to laugh;
while in the passenger's seat of the other car Ruth bleeds to death. 


The nearest hospital' ambulance comes within five minute's time,
the car radio is still playing that song with perfect rhyme;
Ruth's face is covered with blood and pieces of glass,
and her mom tries to wipe them off with a towel as white as her dress.
She hopes that those paramedics would save her,
but she has no pulse,...how heart-wrenching is Ruth's mother despair!


Why did he drink irresponsibly, get behind the wheel and enter the opposite lane? 
Didn't he know that a car is a weapon that often takes the life of an innocent person? 
" So sorry for my son's negligence and impairment, I will share your deep pain."
Will's mom apologizes in an attempt to comfort her while sunlight brings on the dawn.


Details | Rhyme | |

Mom's COLD, DEAD, STARE

How come she doesn't love me?
How come she will not care?
Why does she only look at me
with that COLD, DEAD, STARE?
I know she says she's sorry
for all the pain I've had.
Then, why won't she break this cycle
and show me life's not so bad?
She thinks it's just too late now.
I know I'm already grown.
But I could use her friendship
while I raise kids of my own.
A mom to tell my thoughts to.
A mom to share my fears.
Just someone to care for me 
as I grow thoughout the years.
It's over now, I've begged her
to love me and to care.
But all I ever get from her
is that COLD, DEAD, STARE.


Details | ABC | |

About Mom and Dad

Sometimes I began to forget how life use to be,
and have to go through the box that holds  our memories,
Memories of when you and mom didn't fight,
and all of us lived under one roof,
when there wasn't two of every holiday,
and step moms or step dads,
Even though I was young I still remember the day you left,
and mom didn't cry cause she knew it was coming,
I can't help but to think of how things could have been different,
and how it would feel to still love you dad...



My life with my mom and dad was never good nor was my life cause
I am now a single mother of two girls and my oldest is Austin but it's lies bumps I 
over come and the only way  i can deal with life and everything is to wrote 
poems....So thank you all for enjoy reading my poems


Details | Lyric | |

I Love You &Good Bye

I went out one night and remebered what you said
You told me not to drink and drive so i had a sprite instead

i felt proud of myself the way you said i would,
That i didn't drink and drive even though some of my friends said i should.

I made a healthy choice and your advice to me was right 
As the party finally ended the kids drove out of sight.

I got into the car sure to get home in one piece
I never knew what was coming mom something  expected the least.

Now i'm lying in the pavement and i hear the policeman say
''The kid that caused this wreck was drunk.'' mom his voice seems so far away

My own blood all around me as i try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say this girl is gonna die.

I'm sure the guy had no idea while he was fying high
Because he choose to drink and drive now i would have to die.

so why do people do it knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me like a hundred stabbing knives.

Tell my sisters and brothers not to be afraid, Mom tell daddy to be brave,
And when i go to heaven put daddy's little girl on my grave

Someone should of taught him that it's wrong to drink and drive
maybe if his parents had if i would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom i'm really scared
These are ny final  moments and i'm so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me mom as i lie here and die.
I wish that i could say i Love You mom, So I Love You & Goodbye!


Details | I do not know? | |

have you ever been sad

have you ever got mad
have you ever got sad
is so why 
tell me cause i fell your pain 
so please explain
i want to know 
you want me to know
so please tell me 
i was mad to 
and i got sad through
i once lost someone 
someone very special to me
its not a poem 
its a story 
my life was crushed
from someone i lost
when i am 12 
and i felt like going off 
i fell down crying
fell to the ground
my knees hit it and so did my tears 
i went to see the person 
my grandma was there 
i went to see her and the person was on the bed dead
i was very sad i had to cry 
do you want to know who died
my mom
thats why i was sad 
and im only 12 and she was with me since august 7,2005 
so before you judge me read this and get to know me 
what i go through and what im going through
i also lost my aunt a month later after my mom died
so u read and see what im going through 
im still 12 and now im living with my aunt 
i left all  my family and so dont judge me get to know me
im getting better but im livng and thats all i need but i would love love love love 
to have and see my mom again but im doing good with the help i have 
i can but not soon so please just read all my poems and i will keep you updated 
on how i feel ok so read them all ok i promise they are good if u dont think so just 
read more and i will write more but later ok so buy my people hope you love them 
not just because there sad because you really like them 


Details | Elegy | |

Last Thought

The asphalt against my face
Sirens in the background
My fresh warm blood censuring my eyes
Over whelming feelings of regret and remorse rush through my mind
What am I to do in the last moments of my life?

To lay here and cry or to quietly die
Or to scream for help or to fade in the night
Wish for a new start or to pray for what I had.
What about my mom and my dad?

How are they going to take it without me by there side
I didn't get to say good bye or tell them how much I loved them both.
They should now that I will always be there with them.
I don’t want them to be sad, they should be mad, I made the selfish choice.

Having them by my side would make this better
To have my dad tell me “Its okay son we all make mistakes”
Or my mom to say “I can relate to how you are feeling, and that it will be okay”

But it won’t, because I’m feeling my hopes and my dreams all slipping away
Like a leaf falling off a tree on a windy autumn day.


Details | Free verse | |

Story of my Life

Yesterday my parents got drunk and wasted like every night but my dad did not 
Have the right to say the things that were said and did now we all have tears to 
Shed. The story is simple it just goes like this my dad left the room with blood on 
His fist mumbling words witch were unknown but his voice had a very awkward 
tone 
Then he collapsed on the floor and I rushed into the open door. When I saw my 
Mom lying on the floor I grasped her tight and said, " I can’t take much more". 
Then she opened her eyes and not thinking right pushed me away and grabbed 
A knife she said her life was bad and that it was only getting worse and now she 
Was gonna brake this awful curse. She said she wasn’t meant to live with tears 
Running from her eyes but the sad part is she never said good bye with fear and 
Anger bestowed upon her face she happily cut herself out of the human race. 
She 
Grasped the knife tight as I pleaded not this way and she stabbed it through her 
Heart and with excruciating pain I grabbed her tight and never let go. But what 
Really caught my ears was when she told me please don’t cry, I was meant to 
die 
I’m happy and now I’m free. But how could she do this awful thing to me I loved 
Her so much but now all I can do is say be kind and helpful to your parents love 
Them more the anyone else and hold them tight cause it could only that one 
night 
For something to go wrong them they will be gone so please for me hold them 
Tight and even give them a kiss good night. My parents were drunk as usual and 
I 
Don’t believe they meant the things they said to me, my mom was sad and 
beaten 
By my dad, you see it can only take one stupid mistake from someone else to 
Cause so much pain, and tears will be shed and my story will go on till everyone 
Is dead. I love my mom so much but now all I can do is pray that she is happy 
And that I can see her again but I hope deep and within that she will be my 
Guardian angel my blessing from above but all I need now is a parent with love.


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Cassie

Sitting here all alone 
thinking, just how much you've grown 
You're growing up, your almost two 
My joy the first time holding you 

There's an empty feeling in my heart 
because we are so far apart 
It was so hard to say goodbye 
I remember curls, and big brown eyes 

Lately I've been really sad 
Please don't forget that I'm your dad 
I'll never forget my favorite girl 
the greatest thing in this big world 

If I had one wish, it would surely be 
For you to come down and live with me 
I know it's what every dad would say 
But I know your mom would say "no way" 

If your mom and I could share 
I could show you Cassie how much I care 
Leaving you wasn't what I'd planned 
maybe someday, you'll understand 

I never missed anyone so much, not ever! 
You will be a part of me forever 
I'll come back, I just don't know when 
I just have to keep missing you, till then 

I'm starting to cry like running water 
I love and miss my precious daughter 
 




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ONE LAST WISH

Santa Clause, Santa Clause
Please hear me speak
This may be my last wish
Things are looking bleak
My wishes in the past
Were always about fun
Now with all my heart
I have a special one
I know it will be tough
I'll never ask again
But my little boy is dying
He's only turning ten
Just about a week ago
We were in a crash
Never saw what hit us
It happened in a flash
Dad and mom had died
My son is here with me
I cannot live without him
Santa can you see
His mom would surely miss him
His sister will always cry
He has so many friends
He's needed more than I
If you could talk to God
Plead to him my case
My one and only wish
To let me take his place
I have lived a lifetime
But his has just begun
My wish this year for Christmas
Take me in place of my son..


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Her blood

She sits in her room. 
Thinking she has no purpose in the world. 
She has no one to hold. 

Her mom drinks. 
Her dad died. 
Her friends ditched her. 
Her mom hits her. 

She its on her bed. 
Wishing she was dead. 
As she takes out the blade. 
And puts it on her wrist. 
She starts cutting deep into her flesh. 

Her blood. 
Comes out of her skin. 
Shes in pain. 
But, won't cry out. 

She locks her door. 
As she cuts more. 
Her blood is now on the pillow. 

She keeps cutting. 
Instead of wondering. 
What she could do with her life. 

As they bury her body in the cemetary. 
Next to her dad. 

Her blood still drips.


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Missing you

            MISSING YOU
HELLO STRANGER, THE WARM DAYS HAVE TURNED TO COLD AND STILL NO SIGHN OF YOU, THE PICTURE 
IN MY ROOM NO LONGER LOOKS AS NEW. 
IT WAS FEBRUARY THE LAST TIME U CHECKED YUO SAID IT WOULDENT BE 6 MONTHES AM I CORRECT? 
ALL IN ALL THERES STILL NO CALL, AND THOUGH IT HURTS SO MUCH, WHENEVER I RECIVE A LETTER 
I ALWAYS BECOME SO TOUCHED. WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR THE REFLECTION I SEE IS YOU. I 
SUPPOSE WHAT I M SAYING DEAR MOM IS IM SIMPLY MISSING YOU.      
 


 DEDICATED TO MY BIRTH MOM AS I AM ADOPTED


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Standing In The Dark

Standing in the dark I see my shadow looking at me. 
Standing in the dark I see my shadow reminding me why I am on  this earth. 
Standing in the dark I watch my life go by. 
Standing in the dark asking myself what am I doing to myself. 
Showing me the past is the past and to let go of all the pain and anger I carry 
inside. 
What happened to me in the past has changed me. 
Things that happened to me have changed the way I view life. 
When my grandpa died things got worse in house hold I lived in. 
One night a big fight happened I felt like there was nothing to live for. 
These people had brain washed my mom the only person I had in life. Standing 
in the dark I took a handful of pills before I realized the shadow of my grandpa 
was there. 
That is what stopped me from killing myself someone who cared for me. 
Standing in the dark somone comes to me and tells me things will get better with 
time. 
Standing in a dark room realizing the voice was my grandpa Earl. 
As time went on things got worse now accused of stealing they would search my 
room and take things that were not thiers. 
Upset I would stand in a dark room and I would slit my wrists. 
I felt like that was the only way to feel pain and it always made me feel better. 
Today things are getting better in a new home where I am able to have friends 
over. 
I also have my mom back. 
Standing in the dark starring at my shadow I realize life is the most important 
thing to have. 
Standing in the dark I have a new lease on life and people love me for who I am. 
Standing in the dark i see what my furture mybe like if I keep on living. Standing in 
the dark someone comes in saving me from the things I might do to myself. 
Standing in the light I ask for help.


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BRINE

I COULD HERE HIS CRIES.
I FOUND A LITTLE BOY LOOKING UP AT ME WITH PLEADING EYES.
“DADDY HURT ME,” HE SAID AS HE TURNED AWAY FROM ME.
THE BRUSES AND BLOOD WAS ALL I COULD SEE.
HIS LITTLE HANDS TREMBLED AS HE REACHED OUT.
NO ONE KNEW WHAT HE WAS REALLY ABOUT.
HE TOLD ME ABOUT RACE CARS AND STARS.
HE TOLD ME HE WANTED TO BE AN ASTERNAUT AND GO REAL FAR.
HE TOLD ME ABOUT HIS MOM AND DAD IN MARRIAGE THAT ENDED REAL SAD.
HE SAID IT SEEMED LIKE HE WAS ALWAYS BAD.
HE TRIED SO HARD NOT TO MAKE HIS DADDY MAD.
A SMALL RED BIBLE WAS THE ONLY PROTECTION HE HAD.
HE SAID “MY MOM READ IT TO ME AT NIGHT,
RIGHT BEFORE SHE WENT DOWN TO DADDIES FIGHT”.
I PUT IT ON MY PILLOW AND NEVER LET IT OUT OF MY SIGHT.
SHE DIED NOT TO LOND AGO.
SHE LOVED ME SO.
I KNOW SHE’S WHATCHING EVERY DAY,
EVEN WHEN HE MAKES ME PAY.
I HONESTLY DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO DAY.
“SHE USED TO PROTECT ME,” HE WENT ON
“BUT SEEM’S BEFORE LONG,
I TOO MAY BE GONE.”
I WAS STUNED, SITTING IN THE PARK
PITCH DARK
WITH A SEVEN YEAR OLD TALKING ABOUT GOING TO HEAVEN.
AFTER HE WENT HOME,
I WENT TO MINE ALL ALONE.
I CALLED THE POLICE TO HEAR THEM SAY THERE WAS NOTHING THEY COULD DO.
READING THE PAPER THE NEXT DAY HIS NIGHTMARE CAME TRUE.
MY GUILT GREW.
SEVEN YEAR OLD FOUND DEAD,
TRAMA TO THE HEAD,
I READ THE HEADLIN.
SEVEN YEARS OLD NAMED BRINE.


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Life

You friend is pregnat you tell a lie.
Your mom is scared your going to die.
You take a deep breath and let out a sigh.
For the lord is watching.
Take his hand live as is wife.
For the mad you love is older than you.
You wake up wishing it was true.
You go to wash your face.
For the dream you just had just came true.
When you talk to your mom she says it alright.
For the man you love is always beside you


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Secrets I Hide

I never knew why I felt different and alone,
family didn't help much little kindness I was shown.
I hated being me especially what's inside,
I didn't know who to tell so my secrets I did hide.
I hid them from those who were supposed to be so near,
no one even noticed that everyday I lived in fear.
Fear because I thought it all happened because of me,
I didn't know he was to blame I was too young too see.
I should have been protected from those who meant me harm,
instead my mom invited him in falling for his charm.
Mom wasn't ever there she was always so high,
every single time he'd hit her we would all cry.
I'd stay awake every night to scared to even sleep,
swearing to myself that these secret I would keep.
Time went on and we grew older things stayed the same,
I'd hope and pray that she would leave him but that day never came.
Eleven years of deeply embedded hurt,
eleven years of being scared and treated like dirt.
Then it happened she left him for good,
I wish she did it sooner if only she could.
Finally I'm free of the man that I grew to hate,
If It only happened quicker my mom was to late.
Late because he hurt me in more ways than one,
only that can't be changed now because what's done is done.
The secrets I once kept inside are free at last,
but it still doesn't change the fact that I grew up way to fast.
I'll never get my childhood back that's gone for good,
but I wouldn't even change the past even if I could.
True what happened should had never been done to me.
still I'm stronger because of it everyone i know would have to agree.


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When God Created Me

my mom used to say…
there was an Angel, watching
when God created me

I did believe her… 
about the Angel, watching
me, since I was kid

and, I did love you… 
oh, my Angel, for watching
life was full of joy

now, I hate you…
suddenly you stopped, watching
me, after ten years

you left me alone…
on blissful day, not watching
the eagle of prey

the eagle of prey…
on my youth, you stopped watching
and, what have I done?

many years passed by…
alone, and no one’s watching
tears never run dry

over three decades…
on sinful life, who’s watching?
me, I’m cruel and sad

but, I learned something…
be brave, when no one’s watching
you live in this world

living, for today…
tomorrow, I’ll be watching  
my son sleeps, with peace

my mom did not say…
not only Angel, watching
when God created me

when God created me…
Angel and Devil, watching
and, I wonder….why?




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My Mom

My mom is special and unique
She's really nice and sweet
Even though she's getting weak
I still know she will compete

I still kiss her on the cheek
And I still think she's bittersweet
She used to be a real good athlete
She's always been really neat

How hard I try not to freak
But I know she will not be beat
How hard I wish her and the disease wouldn't have no meet
Without her my life would be incomplete


I think about her in every word I speak
Hoping and praying she will not be beat
My mom has special talents and techniques
But my heart knows she will defeat


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Regrets

Everything can change in the blink of an eye,
One choice you make can change everything.
Just think, something that YOU do could change all your family and you!


It all changed,
It all changed when Joe was little and didn’t pick up his toys when his mom 
asked him to.
His mom hissed and screamed at him.
He thought that his life was destroyed because he wouldn’t get any more toys.


It all changed,
It all changed when Mary and her friends sniffed White- Out,
They went to school the next day and could barely read.
Mary regretted ever getting her and her friends into sniffing.
She knew that it was a bad decision and it didn’t affect only her.


It all changed,
Everything changes when you go to a party and get wasted.
You get in the car drunk even though your gut is telling you not to.
The butterflies in your stomach twisted, turned, twirled and tipped your stomach 
upside down when you decided to drive.
You hit a little girl on the way home and who is walking across a crosswalk, and 
you go to prison for murder.
You have just changed the life of a helpless little girl and her family forever.
Would you regret that?


It all changed,
It all changed when I went to a spring break party and didn’t feel very well, 
something wasn’t right.
Nine months later, my life changed when out popped a little baby boy.
I felt like I was putting a burden on my family because the lives of them also 
changed when I had a baby.
Everybody has regrets, now you know mine!



Have you ever made a bad decision that you regret and it has changed 
everybody’s life, including yours? 
I bet you have, because if you ask anybody, they have done something that they 
now regret.

Everything changes for everybody around you when you make a bad decision.
It’s not always you that it only impacts. Just think about it whenever you know that 
what your about to do is wrong.
Because you might just be changing someone’s life forever!!!!!!!!! 

I have regrets.
Do you?







 All of the people mentioned in this poem are made up.


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Dear mom

Dear mom,

 I'm sorry about the letter I'm writing you, but I've done all I can and there is no more
I can do,
 You see it's your daughter she lost her kids, or should I say she chose another over them
thats what she did,
 Mom I'm sad for the way this all turned out, these kids are so messed up because of her 
you know what  I'm talking about,
 There's no family members to take them all in, and I think it's so sad that they pay for
there mom's sins,
  Mom I believed she would get better, do the right thing, but you know her she wants to
do it her way that sad old song she sings,
 I'm glad your not here to see them go, mom as bad as they are where ever they wined up
I'm sure a better life they will know.
 It just hurts to say goodbye, all eight of them didn't deserve the life she gave them are
deserve the tears they cry,
 I just hope and pray you watch over them, they will need all the love you can send,
You know I did all I could right , and you know and see how  my own kids are doing in this
fight,
  Mom like you did her whole life, watch over your daughter and try to help her the rest
of her life,
 for a mother without her kids is what she'll be, and just like them the bright side she
will not see,
 they will all be better off, a home, hope, and a chance just to be, some thing she never
gave them that something you gave me,
 So in closing I'm sad to say, mom I'm sorry it ended this way,

                                                               Love your son,

  
 p.s. I hope up there you get this letter, and your having fun.


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Father's Regret

There was a day long ago, something happened for a reason, 
Which made my Mom and Dad sad every Christmas Season.

They relived the tragedy over and over in their heads, 
I know there were times my Dad wished he were the one that was dead.

There wasn’t a day gone by they didn’t think about her life,
And all the pain and agony cut them like a knife.

My Mom being her best friend and my Dad being her man,
One of the biggest wishes in life was to once more hold her hand.

They told me stories all the time I felt I knew her too,
And, I always try to tell my Dad there was nothing you could do.

Everything happens for a reason some say, just be strong and always pray.
My Dad always said when I die there I need to say one thing
That I am sorry for what I’ve done, being said while the angels sing.

He carried around the pain for approximately thirty years, 
He carried it so often; my family shed so many tears.

The bible says your loved ones can see you from up there, 
That we cannot see them, is what I feel is not fair.

But I know they will meet again on one glorious day,
And God will keep them safe from harm in every single way.