Best Childhoodheart Poems
I grew up shooting pool and dancing on the bar
Mama said with enough buise anyone could be a star
Daddy was in the back room chasin' skirts
Mama was in the parking lot dancin' with Mary Jane just to mask the hurt
I've spent my life walkin' around in a cloudy haze
I'm taunted by the memory of my early days
Daddy spent alot of time drivng an eighteen wheeler
Each night Mama brought home a new "sexual healer"
I didn't usually get a chance to catch his name
But it almost always ended the same
I heard her scream as glass would break
My heart would stop with each breath I was scared to take
Sirens and lights flooded our streets as I approached another long night
As I dried her tears and cleaned her blood Mama swore it'd be alright
She forgot to mention that it'd happen again
Both my brothers had thier own bed in the federal pen
Cancer took Granny's last breath right about then
My sisters and I weren't strangers to rape
As we grew older we each seeked our o0wn escape
I guess I chose the hardest road
Somehow I thought drugs and men could ease my burdened load
While hiding from myself I lived a life of crime
I earned a reputation and did my time
I heard her scream as glass would break
My heart would stop with each breath I was scared to take
Sirens and lights flooded our streets as I approached another long night
As I dried her tears and cleaned her blood Mama swore it'd be alright
She forgot to mention that it'd happen again
O it's April there
When the mango blossoms turn to seed
And budding pear
Call the honey bee from flowery weed
And the maypole dancers are preparing
For May day fairs, and youth wild cheering.
O it's April there
And lapis lazuli dance upon the seas
And maidens fair
Like butterflies frolic in the balmy breeze.
And all my heart is under the tree waiting
For you to come, funny face, and smiling.
O it's April there
When Don and I turn our hearts to the reef
Diving corals where
Beauty is a panorama of colors beyond belief
But O my heart is under the tree waiting
For you to come, funny face, and smiling.
Your love is like poison,
But yet still I crave.
I feel
like my heart is
screaming and breaking...
Like everything around me
is literally shaking.
My heart is racing,
why is love so confusing
I love you... I think???
I want you... I believe???
My heart is racing
and wants me to believe foolish things... or are they??
Am I really the one you "love"?
LOVE...
That word is
over-used, abused
and the value of emotion is disregarded.
So cliche...
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Is this all in my head?
We'v been together since we were little
We promised to be there for each other
We've cried
We've laughed
We've shared the most joys
We've shared the most darkest
Of moments
You are my childhood friend
Yet why o why does my heart ack when i seen you with others
Why do i wante to protect you so much
You'r like family yet i dont feel this way for my family
My heart always acks when i seen you
I fell as thought am gonna lose you
I get nerves when your around
My heart feels asthough it will pop out
WHY DO I FEEL THIS WAY
WHAT DO THESE FEELING MEAN
SOMEONE O SOMEONE PLEASE HEAR ME WHAT DO THESE FEELINGS MEAN.
"What treasures have you found, dear Son,
As you played in the yard today?
May I just peek in your pockets
To see what has come your way?"
"I found a pearl for you, Mama,"
He pulls out a little white stone.
"Are you giving this to me, Son,
To have for my very own?"
"Oh yes, you can have it , Mama
And I have a lot more to show.
Is this a little fairy wing?
I told Sarah you would know."
"This has come from the maple tree
And the fairy still has her wings.
We'll place it here in your treasure box,
With your other marvelous things."
He emptied both of his pockets
Until my lap was over flowing,
As was my heart with the love it held
For this child with sweet face glowing.
"But where is the dime the fairy left
For the tooth she carried away?"
"Oh I gave it to Sarah, Mama
When she hurt her leg today."
I held him close, this darling child,
Who's heart held such unselfish love,
Who found so much joy in giving
And in sharing his treasure trove.
May this world not ever change him,
For he already holds the key
To the riches men are seeking and
Are too blinded by greed to see.