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Oliver Lee Poem
They promised to never leave each other, never say goodbye,
Even when their hands parted, and they went their ways.
He never knew until it was too late, it was too late to say farewell,
He would simply have to cope with the empty home, the lonely days.
Drinking away his time, there was nothing more to do without her,
That's what he thought as he smashed the bottle onto the floor.
The guns and knives smiled, they looked awful friendly as he cried.
Screaming until he could no longer say a word, he couldn't take much more.
Thinking it over and over, he didn't know what to do anymore as the worries
Piled on top of him, the liquor was costing him too much, it pushed him to poor.
But those worries melted away as cold metal poked at his heart,
And his heart was painted a deep crimson as he cried and fell to the floor.
His little girl found him later, giggling when he thought it was a joke, he was sleeping,
But little did she know it wasn't the case, she wouldn't hear a lullaby.
The sweetie blamed herself, she looked so much like her mother, it was heartbreaking,
Pain and sorrow wrapping and choking her heart as she tried her best not to cry.
They were both together now, but the little girl was so sad, placed in home to home,
She could only cry herself to sleep as she tried to hold onto her pain.
Depression took hold of her mind as she slowly withered away like a flower,
But a beautiful flower like her parents, she was strong to stay sane.
They were together again, the little girl laughed as she ran through an endless field,
Collecting flowers and running back to her parents, who smiled wide and followed.
They were happy together,
And would stay that way forever.
Copyright © Oliver Lee | Year Posted 2015
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Oliver Lee Poem
It's much too cold right now for my taste,
I'd rather be in a warmer place.
Not huddled under the blanket to keep warm,
No, that is not the case.
I'm waiting for the day the flowers will bloom again,
I'm waiting for the day the animals will come back.
I'm waiting for the day a twelve year old like me can play,
The nice warm sun is what I lack.
All we have right now is all of this snow,
Why can't it simply melt into the ground?
I want to be able to go down the slides at the playground,
And listen to the laughter all around.
But it seems the snow will be around for a while,
So I might as well wait as I cower under a blanket pile.
Yes, this is too chilly for my taste,
So I'll just sit and wait for Spring.
Copyright © Oliver Lee | Year Posted 2015
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Oliver Lee Poem
I was told over and over when I was an innocent four years old,
"Spread your wings, child!"
By the man I loved most, my Grandfather was inspirational.
He was the one that thought me how to read and write.
My parents were never there for me, they were often tipsy,
Smashing the bottles upon the floor and sometimes upon me.
When this happened, my Grandfather was always there to heal my soul,
And he would always say "Spread your wings, child!"
My parents were later found dead, overdosed on the latest drugs.
Even the cruelest people deserved sympathy, I thought as I cried.
They did bring me into this world, even if it was an accident,
So I simply moved along with their memories.
My Grandfather was a strong man as he battled a fierce war of cancer,
His last words were "Spread your wings, child...."
I screamed until my throat was sore, for I had no one else to love, no one,
Was this what the world had to offer a ten year old?
Now, a twelve year old, I have found a sweet family of my own,
A mother that could not have children and left lonely because of it,
She smiled and held me tightly when I first saw her.
Now I have someone to love.
Now, we sing and dance, sit around reading "Oliver Twist,"
With her teasing me and telling me I look like the protagonist, it's true though,
Sometimes on the warm summer nights, we'll watch the stars wink.
Now, I've spread my wings wide open!
Everything I have told you is true :) How could I lie? That wouldn't be right! It's time you got to know me, this poem is my life, reader!
In memory of Oliver Kirkland, my dear Grandfather
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Oliver Lee Poem
So is there any meaning as this time keeps on slipping,
Is our whole world nothing more than God's little play-thing?
These people around me, are they really worth anything more?
Even when death comes, everything in time simply resets.
If it's all the same whether I were to live or die,
Then I'll choose life and push death back this time.
If I doesn't matter where I am, then I understand,
And I'll choose to leave a bit of me behind.
This future before me, it's too dark and hazy,
The past that's behind me- my heart's forever breaking.
I've had too much, why won't the pain disappear?
I just want to erase my emotions.
Loving the "Me" that's behind my name takes perfection I cannot face,
Everything blurred and murky's for the weak, feelings only trip my feet.
So then happy, sad or angry, does these emotions have a meaning?
If you don't stand up, you feel pain.
But emotions always hold so much, you know;
There's a warmth they've always held alone.
We are made of faults and flaws, no one's perfect at all,
But I'm sure that's what we call a perfect "soul."
And that perfection you search for
That's all yours, nothing less, nothing more.
Don't try to play fake, you're alright,
Just this way.
"No more pain?"
"It's okay?"
You're okay.
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Oliver Lee Poem
Hello there, I'm sure you already know who I am,
My full name is Oliver Lee Kirkland, everyone.
I am a mere twelve years old at this moment,
But I love to write poetry, here's is my life, full and done.
I was nothing more than an accident when I was born,
My real mother even considered abortion when I came along.
But she went along with it, and then I was born somehow,
But I was a very sick little thing, I wasn't very strong.
The only family I knew that loved me was my grandfather,
The one that I was named after in the first place.
When I was wrongly beaten by my parents, he was always there,
Always there to fill the void in my chest, the empty space.
It was a few days before my birthday that I found my parents,
Sprawled on the ground, overdosed on new drugs they found.
I was sent to live with my grandfather, who I could trust,
But for some reason, I always felt sadness linger around.
Tragedy struck, and my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer,
And I remember those last words he uttered before the line went blank.
"Spread your wings, child..." He said with a worn out smile,
And tears fell down my face as my heart sank.
I was sent to an orphanage, where I was rather ignored,
No one liked me, I was always left out or alone.
Without interaction, I fell into a dark hole that I couldn't get out of,
And my eyes were as dull as a stone.
Luckily, I was adopted by a very sweet woman by the name of Alice Bell,
All alone without love because she couldn't have any children.
With a smile, she swept me away and treated me better than ever,
Overjoyed to finally have a child of her own, it was gift she was given.
Now, we spend our time together as a happy mother and son,
Doing many things together that I never could have done before.
Like my grandfather said, the smart man knew everything,
I have spread my wings, and they will lead me on forevermore.
April 9th, 2015
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Oliver Lee Poem
Sometimes I would like to go and disappear,
Visit a world that is farther away, nowhere near.
Where whatever I do will not be considered a sin,
A place to know I am safe, a place that I will always win.
With the knowledge I have and the books I read,
My mind is filled with life, it's all I need.
With a smile upon my face, it doesn't matter to me,
I'll be gone for a little while, but I will be back, see?
Stretching out a layer of feathered appendages,
As I step out of reality, everything seems to freeze.
Now, I can return to the place that I know the best,
And I can leave for a while, leave the rest.
One day, this whole world I know as reality may fall apart,
But the world I know in my dreams, it remains in my heart.
With that knowledge I have and the books I read,
With a smile upon my face, it's all I need.
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Oliver Lee Poem
When you tell me to speak to you,
What if I told you my vocal chords collapsed?
When you tell me to express myself,
What if I told you that words don't help?
When you tell me to stay strong,
What if I told you I was already broken?
When you tell me to hold on,
What if I told you I had already fallen?
When you tell me not to cry,
What if I told you I've done it so many times before?
When you tell me to show my emotions,
What if I told you that they are hidden forever?
When you tell me that I've done wrong,
What if I told you this wasn't the first time?
When you tell me I need to change my ways,
What if I told you I didn't know how to do it?
When you tell me to be happy,
What if I told you my happiness was a fleeting thing?
When you tell me to live life,
What if I told you....
I wanted to die now?
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Oliver Lee Poem
I swear the words I say here are the truth,
So sugar is more salty, and salt is too sweet for me,
Winter is too hot, and Summer is much too cold for me,
The whales are swimming through stars and eternal rainbows....
I hate you right down to the marrow of your bones,
And I wish you would just get away from me!
And in a flash forget your everything,
Nothing will ever remind me of you......
I swear the words I say here are the truth,
Nobody dies and no one can pass away
And no one has a past they would like to
Change.
All the words that fall from my mouth are lies,
So I hope you weren't listening to me.
So
Please ignore me.
You, who I love, with every piece of my heart,
All I wanted was to be with you and never leave.
But I can't because I lied and you were gone,
I was a liar right towards the end....
Every word that fall from my mouth,
Maybe the truth, maybe a lie, I don't know.
But in such a pretty world we both loved the most,
Just know I'm living here for you and me.
Just know I'm living here for you and me.......
Copyright © Oliver Lee | Year Posted 2015
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