Best Somebodies Poems
Years of heartache
Living a soul-destroying life,
While being a child and
Somebodies wife.
Isolated from the world
Feeling trapped, but not kidnapped.
Found my way, I shall not sway
I know now, all will be okay.
Time to heal
Time to repair
Focused I am,
Now that I care.
Strong I am,
stronger than you,
with all that, I’ve been through.
I forgive, forgive for all
This is the new me
And this is my call.
Free I feel
No burden no more
I’m free to live
happy to the core.
Forgive those, who do bad
In the end, their life will
Be sad,
And a clear conscience
you will have.
I've been beaten down, back stabbed and drug through the mud
But yet all I search for is my true love
I've been thrown down stairs and spit in my face
I've never really found my own happy place
From a sexual abuse to my first love with a razor
I let my family down, "that's not how we raised her"
Because I failed school and I saw all these guys
That would later account for the tears in my eyes
I tried filling the void where my abuse burned a hole
in my life, in my heart, in my mind, in my soul
But nothing could mend it no matter what I tried
All the drinks, the pills, or the tears I have cried
I was hurt, I felt broken, I wanted to fade away
I couldn't bare to look in the mirror another day
So I fought and I yelled and got wasted again
And I tried to fix it with more pills and more men
From one relationshipship to the next trying to find love
I just didn't understand the plan from above
I just knew I was cracked like a porcelain bowl
No matter who tried they couldn't make me whole
I made people cry, and I hurt their pride
And I just didn't care how hard they would try
Because when they hurt I felt happy 'cause now theyre like me
Sitting there wanting what just couldn't be
I couldn't be happy, joyful or smile
Unless I put on a mask for awhile
But I still felt useless, depressed and alone
Because I couldn't have a love for my own
I kept my walls up because I didn't matter
And they wouldn't fall down no matter how tattered
I was quick and replaced every person that left
Because I couldn't get back that initial theft
I lived out of my car with another boyfriend I 'needed'
I wouldn't go home no matter how bad I'd been treated
Eventually I felt all the pages had been turned
My self was gone again, my heart had been burned
My life felt disappointing I wanted to give up
Then you came out of no where and redefined love
So like always I pushed all the feelings deep down
For the fear I'd come home and you wouldn't be found
You were always there and you never gave up
You made me feel worthy of somebodies love
So with this I thank you for just being here
And helping me love what I see in the mirror
And you mended that porcelain crack
You filled it with gold and gave me love back
And it's more beautiful than ever
Shiny new and improved like our love is - forever.
Why did the Native Tribal man decide to build the tee-pee for shelter?
Why did the origin of Africa build dirt houses?
The Caucasians and Australians architectural designs formed.
Does anyone know why people of color are called the dumb ones?
A discovery of DNA found that the mongoloid blood was the riches.
Next came the blood of Africa.
Never last are Caucasoid and Australoid..
Are all men created equal?
We learn from each other.
Civilization had to discourse.
The measure of a man ascertains rationality.
Therefore, woman must measure up.
The unearthing via Social Science defined humankind in their cultures.
They travel to Africa to trek in their secret gardens.
They stop first in Europe to research the humanities.
Australia was a philosophical best.
North America is the continent they commence.
In South America, tillage ethos shouted.
In all, they found the landforms to be vast and the social stigma was that of somebodies with beliefs and values.
We have taught each other well.
From war and upward-downward spiraling of discrimination, we are dumbfounded.
Our socio-political and social-religious depiction necessitates our members to
be demarcated.
Therefore, we must be innovative to delineate a diverse world.
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PENNED ON MAY 30, 2014!
Somebodies gathering dust, in the
blue-grey twilight; I see him, but
not his hidden face; he stoops down,
like a father with his child, but he
has no busy rattle,
but a dust-pan and a brush,
for scooping up the livid, fiery
dust
yes, I’ve seen him here before,
but more often, in parks with swings
and busy market floors
yet, today is not the same; no, no it’s not
the same at all; and when I ask him, why?
he slowly turned around and said,
” I’ve come to gather you,”
Love and affection makes the world turn babe,
to go with out love, is, maybe is a cold grey glove,
drab ending of days no direction,
no point in being somebodies slave
which makes sad dull in perfection.
find and connect the one perfect love,
to give a sad life some connection.
Don
(I remember some old love movie where it went from colour to black n white on the Broken heart part}
I don't know a Better Name,
But ,"You're Somebody's Hero."
It's not just a game,
And it's always fair.
What are we made of?
Pearl and polished stone?
Or tar and rot?
We are what we have yearned for.
Have we spent our time studying God,
Or the Father of lies?
Were we being polite,
Or feasting and drinking of the fat happily?
Are We cursing God when we fall,
Or are we laughing and getting back up?
You see, when God gives us a gift,
It is appreciated by the wise,
And the other only lust and envy the gift.
So, don't tare someone down just because
You don't think that they are pretty,
And you don't think you should show some pity
Because some people aren't just people,
But are somebody's Hero,
That have saved somebodies soul,
That have gone about saving souls.
In darkness I dwell, feeling all the pain as well as, the need
to have some one to talk too.
My home is in a box you see, it's not much but, it's home to me,
I can't leave so, I just hang around.
Silence eats away at me. I try to talk but, I can't seem to
get what's on my mind out of my mouth.
My words. I write about, my life seem to be
of, terror & being confined.
I'm locked away inside this
place, trapped with in my mind some say.
A time will come when I'm set free, some one will
take me away some where, I don't know & I don't care.
I only hope somebodies there for me to talk to
so, I don't have to ever be alone..
That love she thought had vanished I can reexpose
Heart frozen like a mannequin but I can change her pose
Rebuilding her foundation using words for tools
Rewriting her souls brochure and changing all the rules
Carving around this diamond and leaving her essence intact
So brilliant the new colors she now becomes abstract
I speak to a broken heart from hundreds of miles apart
Incinerate her old baggage breath life into her new start
My loves gonna have her spoiled rotten
Softenin her emotions she's damn near cotton
I am he whom she seeks beyond the wet sheets
The one who can mentally put her to sleep
Whisper in your ear and collapse all your fear
Evaporate tears whenever Im near
I dont think she'll ever be ready
Make her heart flutter and aint talkin deadly
How long can you guard a door meant to be opened
Trying to mend a heart previously broken
Finding locks but keys have been stolen
Hand full of aces but nobody's foldin
Somebodies gotta be the one to open
That icebox of the soul when all else is frozen
Reading her eyes cause no words are spoken
Her mind was on fire I still see it smokin
It's not very nice to gloat
When anybody rocks somebodies boat,
But some people are bad
And I am glad,
When it's Trump's, a senile old goat!
A PAINFUL STRUGGLE
MY HEART FEELS VERY HEAVY TODAY
AND TEARS JUST FLOW AND FLOW,
WHILE PAIN JUST RIPS MY BODY
AND WITH IT I HAVE NO CONTROL
I TRY SO HARD TO FIGHT THIS PAIN
BUT IT JUST WONT GO AWAY,
IT STAYS AROUND AND LINGERS
PLEASE LORD HELP ME I PRAY.
IF I MUST CARRY A CROSS FOR YOU
THEN I,LL DO IT WITH MY HEART,
BUT PLEASE GIVE ME STRENGTH LORD
I WILL GLADLY DO MY PART.
I NEED A NEW TOUCH FROM YOU LORD
MY FIGHT IS SLIPPING AWAY.
I AM SO WEAK, SO HELPLESS
DONT LET ME GO ASTRAY.
I WANT TO BE YOUR SERVANT LORD
AND TO DO THE BEST I CAN,
TO WIN A PRECIOUS SOUL FOR YOU
AND BE SOMEBODIES FRIEND.
MY SOUL IS VERY TIRED WORN TODAY
FROM MY ANGUISH AND MY PAIN,
OH LORD I NEED A MIRACLE,
PLEASE TOUCH ME ONCE AGAIN.
WRITTEN BY ANN HART MAR,1`ST.2008
COPYRIGHTED
The Person On The Corner
Author Dana Redricks
August 08, 2014
They look as if she wasn’t there
She’s somebodies mother, she’s
Somebodies child; she was laid off
She may have made some wrong choices
A victim of illness, she cries, but no one
Hears her voice; she is a victim of her
Circumstance.
Her child is hungry, and cold as she
Stares into the tears of her mothers eyes.
Her Mothers heart is hurting, because she
Can’t supply her child’s needs; while the
World is filled with greed, while people
Struggle to supply their family’s needs.
The truth is we are all one pay check, one choice,
And sick day from being that person on
The corner.
This sh** makes me f*******g insane,
I'm gonna cut somebodies throat,
Or wrap a belt around it until they f*****g choke,
Maybe, tie them up somewhere,
setting them on fire,
Hanging the mtha fcker from a tree,
using rusted barbed wire,
Beating in their f***g face,
to the point of un recognition,
Or draining them of all their blood,
inside their moms kitchen,
Sadistic thoughts of the family,
sitting all around,
Just to ensure their screams and cries,
are the bastards last f***g sound,
I wanna tape their eyes open,
and stitch their filthy mouth shut,
I know by now everyone is running,
thinking this b**** is f****d up,
Not near as bad as this thought of,
making their loved one do the deed,
and if they don't wanna cooperate,
they can just watch each other bleed,
Maybe I will leave it in my memory,
or should it be recorded?
I'll send a copy, 1st class to their mom's
b***** should have had them aborted!
Who Is Your Neighbour?
When I was young and lonely,
Sometimes it was me.
But as I got older and became more conversational,
It was whoever I stopped to talk to on my weekly constitutional.
And at college it was most anybody on my block;
When relating to them, I hardly ever watched the clock.
But really its anybody and even more so, the nobodies,
No matter what difference or diversity, they're somebodies.
And until governments get their political systems right,
It's the Syrian refugees who only find cold in the night.
Rhoda Monihan
Written 9/13/2015, posted 9/13/2015
For the Trashed #2 contest, sponsor Broken Wings
Entered for the Who Is Your Neighbour contest sponsored by Mystic Rose judged on 9/14/2015
I don’t want to be the other half of
something someone lost a long time ago.
I’m not interested in being
the better part of valour.
Everybody learns the hard way,
one way or another. No matter
how good you are at numbers,
you can only count up to broken,
forever.
So eat your liver & onions.
It should come as no surprise
to discover the divided heart
multiplies nothing.
Any child can tell you
love is invisible geography
& Reality’s the only fiction.
The more you look, the less you see.
Like insects whose words are feelers,
we strive to recollect the half-
remembered that deeply mattered,
witnesses to rashness
passing as bravery.
Despite the bad jokes
& Chardonnay
there’s an absence of humour
In what we say.
By resurrecting the dead we glorify
our names, our reputations
as artists, misfits & revolutionaries.
Savages together,
we toast our mutual savagery –
hear hear!! – the clinking solidarity
of well-heeled somebodies.
Hi everybody, I am nobody; Why do all the somebodies keep jacking my... junk.
Nothing I say changes or sways opinions: Stop looking for LINES WITH the punch.
I am out to lunch, just a li'l old nobody, a termagant, with a rant. I am no-one:
Why is someone getting paid to monitor?
What I say, in no way could effect change...So why are you checking and holding my post hostage with all this blockage ...? What a waste of money and time.
I do not put thoughts on anyone's mind.
Nor do I give sight to the blind. Gees-us, I am just a no-one, that anyone listens to. Nor adheres to, or cheers for-Or care for - Or even cares too.
So please let me speak freely and stop thinking that I am making quantum leaps; When we” nobodies” are in a huddle, trying to jump over this little puddle.
The “Somebodies” are making asses out of the masses”.
You enjoy seeing me beat my wings against the bars. Or like a lab rat going through your maze to take the bait, you’d like to see me get Irate: (for more than four hours, our mainstream team) got played out of position, berated us, with a football hiatus. Black, brown, and white united for a non-cause, adrenaline screaming at the same screen.
You want to know my reaction, is that how you get satisfaction?... Well "beat your feet to the beat" of my jaws jabbing -
The somebodies are setting traps.
But I am a smart rat. I am nobody, and nobody didn’t go for that.! Even if you could catch my drift.
Someone went to great lengths to create that rift.
Everyone cannot see what I am saying; Could never, “see what I am saying”, because what I am saying is only for those who need to know!
"Do you see what I am saying". “I am just saying”.
Those of you who hear me "Holla":
But don't take the bait, or get sidetracked, stay focused, “pay attention to what's not being mentioned”.
Check and see how many moves were made when you were looking in the other direction. Always remember the greatest weapon they have is the “Weapon of Mass Distraction” Which, stops everyone's actions, and counteractions.!
“that is all I am saying”
A message from nobody.