I learned everything I know from you,
you are my teacher, inspiration, and hero too.
There are so many things you did for me,
just to help me find who I'm meant to be.
To me you gave your heart and mind,
just to help me be defined.
I learned by just the way you taught,
what I have to face and fought.
You've always shown me the way,
through my challenges everyday.
And although you won't be around forever,
I'm glad we found our way together.
Here is a story sad and true, how my life made me question, "what did I do?"
I am only eight years old and my hands are tied I have a pencil in my mouth and my
eyes are open wide.
Honestly I knew what they said was a lie but I listened anyways and that’s how I
ended up on the inside,
I don't like it here and all my friends said, "Keep out!" but I didn't listen and now
even the monsters in my closet can't hear me when I shout.
This building made my mommy smile, she told she would pick me up after
awhile.
Every other kid my age I saw was either crying or just down right mean. There
were crayons
On the floor and paper stuck to the wall, there were chairs in the corner and a few
girls holding dolls.
There was a lady clapping and calling out names finally she got to me and I wanted
to scream.
I tried to reach the door knob but It was out of my reach. Then the lady laughed at me
and said,
“What would you like me to teach?” I shook my head and started to cry the floor
started spinning and
I wish I could fly, because the window was open and just a little over my head. I
tried not to listen
to a thing she said.
I was walking down life’s highway thinking of yesterday
Boy I learned a lesson that’s why I write today
The freight train called tomorrow smacked me oh so fast
I didn’t see it coming because I was staring at my past
I hope I learned the lesson and will let it guide me true
Yesterdays gone, nothing more that we can do
If you didn’t learn its lesson I promise we are lost
If we don’t look forward you can’t believe the cost
So I promised me, to always look ahead, in an act of true contrition
Because I wouldn’t want to die and go to hell and become a politician
I can feel the darkness trying to swallow me whole.
Emotionally I'm a mess, and I feel I'm losing my soul!
The pain just aches causing me to lose consciousness.
So many mistakes and I never thought of the consequences.
I'm absolutely alone, and I'm desperately trying to get back.
A loneliness like I've never known, the day I stepped away from that track!
Being confined has refined the mind to get back on track;
Lack of affection produced a yearning desire, my fire requires freedom!
Hope has kept me inspired, I'm seeking a wounded soul to mold;
One who can hold my thoughts, I may obtain the antidote towards her pain.
If she's out there, then maybe we can ride the train while we explain;
How to get on the same track of happiness after all the sadness.....
Note: I wrote first stanza. My brother in this struggle wrote the second
stanza. To say "hey" to this fine poet you may write him at:
Curtis Davis, P. O. Box 506, Maura NC 28554
Words on a T-shirt of a preschooler
‘If you think I’m bad, blame my dad’
Cause less concern about the child
Than the role model that he had
Unfortunate enough to witness
Shirts with verbiage of neglect
A few too many that left my
Mouth open, stomach upset
The typical ones ‘Pretty princess with an attitude,’ and
‘If you think I’m cute you should see my dad’
Do not bother my core
As a few others had
‘Doing more harm than good,’ made my eyes roll
‘I want what I want,’ made me mad
‘And your point is?’ made me shake my head
‘The world owes me a living,’ made me sad
Although I slightly laughed when I read
‘I pee in the pool’
It still sends the message
The parent is a fool
‘Aren’t you glad I’m not your kid’
Made me think it couldn’t get any worse
Until I read ‘Do not resuscitate’
And heard myself curse
Don’t criticize me for loathing mathematics
I don’t like history, I’m not one for dates.
I thank the Lord for my patience,
While I’m gone, my pen awaits.
I write about goals, about dreams and the like
Perhaps today’s will be a story, an insight to the human psyche.
Once my pen meets the paper, it will not stop,
Like a river, it runs its course, twisting through the mountains,
Useless dams will keep it still, but that’s not how nature
Designed it.
So distract me with your lessons, and teach me all you can.
But know that when the day is done, my pen has the last stand.
Perhaps I will incorporate my impatience with history and math
Into my writing today.
No, I think I will write about my story. The peace, and love that
Your lessons cannot teach me. I don’t need to know who won what war,
In order to succeed.
I only need my pen, compassion, and feelings.
My life is complete.
You're new, you're new, you're too new for me
Questions due to curiosity
Stop it, stop it, stop it now
Ask someone who wants to teach you how
Please, please, please leave me alone
Your innocence is too easily shown
"My fears come to me in threes"
And you're still unable to see
Of what, and whom, to where I have gone
Go your way while I'm turned to the sun
This selfish perception has taken over
Sorry to say that you don't have my shoulder
I come to you when your down and out.
Or when you can't find what life is about.
My friends all call me by my name it's crack cocaine.
I fill your life with fear and pain.
In your body and mind is where I dwell.
I'm with you everyday but I come from hell.
When you try to make me go.
I stop your dreams and just no.
I made you steal when you wanted more.
I made you a thief to your very core.
You will do anything to make a buy.
Even sell your body and tell anyone a lie.
If times become real hard and to tough.
Stop and pray to God and say you've had enough.
Teresa Skyles
I hope this poem is strong enough to make someone "THINK".This drug makes you lose your
mind.I know you're wondering how I know well I have family members who have lost it all
over it.I could have made this poem more graphic but it makes me sick anyway.
IF YOU KNOW ANYONE ONE THIS DRUG PLEASE GET THEM HELP.
I guess of school, I should do
Never liked it, who'd of guess
Math's was fun
Away from the sun
English was hell
Always prayed for the bell
I could do both
For whatever it's worth
I struggled in algerbra,
Well it invovled letters and not number
And when the English teacher tried to teach I always fell into a slumber
Was never noticed, unless I did something wrong
Like the time I came in only wearing that thong
Or did I dream that in English?
We'll never know
Education was never fun
At least it saved me from the sun
Englsih I failed
I never could preveil at poems
But here I am
And so are
To detention do I send you James Fraser
To keep me company and to stop me from sleeping
For English is next
And there I do rest
Enjoy one and all
For the Bell Doth toll
Today I took my little girl to school
There was a whole lot of stairs to climb
A whole lot of bending to the rule
That I bended before I gave her time.
I was older and wiser than when I came
For myself alone in father's faint
Footsteps, trembling my fear to tame
In her eyes I saw light and restraint.
Should she hold my hand, or stand apart
What does each child think of her
How can she improve me with modern art
Or make me lovable to critics of her?
Invisible in the world beyond, my little girl
Now wishes it was still so in the room
Where all her peers stood shaking at the world
Wearing their parents eyes like perfume.
O the little desk would not hold me again
My stride here takes the stairs in twos
But still the same is the parting and pain
My little girl is in her world to learn and choose.
Son, I told him,
Bring me water from the river
In my old basket.
Wide eyed he stared again
Bringing the contempt for school
And church to make complaint
Against my revenue of pain.
All I want to do, he said
Is to be twenty one
I want to fulfill my own agenda
Discard your tired days for fun.
Son, I repeated
Bring me water from the river
In my old basket.
Humoring me in anger he went
And with draconian intent
Forced him back again and again.
When he made his seventh run
In the futile up and down
I asked him what's the matter?
It is so stupid, he said.
A basket cannot carry water
You are just an old dictator.
Son, I told him
You are too focused on the water
Bring the basket to the center.
What do you see? I asked him.
It is wet and cleaner, he replied.
You are a basket, my son.
You are focused on the people
When church is making you cleaner
And school little wetter.
Son, next time I send you
Bring me from the river
In my old basket forever.
When I read
A window opens
The writer plants a seed
My life and the characters' become interwoven.
Sometimes they keep me awake, thinking, at night
Sometimes they make me hurt deep, deep down
Sometimes they change my mind about what's wrong, what's right
Sometimes it hurts so much I fear I would drown.
The brains remains critical and rational
The brain says they're not real
But the heart knows true terror and sorrow
The heart argues that it feels.
People give me weird looks
When I laugh, when I cry.
But I believe everything in the books
Call me stupid, but I buy all the "lies".
I find truth in fiction
I see what life is all about
I see the thin line between salvation and damnation
I learn how to be an adult.
Although sometimes as strange as it may seem
As unclear as seeing through a mist
As hazy as a fading dream
The magic does exist.
WHEN THE WORLD IS BLUE WHY ARE YOU WHEN THE WORLD SEEM GRAY WHY IS YOU. WHEN YOU KEEP ME UNHAPPY WHY ARE YOU. WHEN I SAY GO AWAY YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SAY I DON’T CARE YOU SHOULD UNDERSTAND I DON’T CARE. WHEN TIME COME I DON’T HAVE TO BE AROUND YOU AND THAT TIME HAVE CAME SO GET USED TO IT AND IF YOU CANT TAKE WHAT I SAY DON’T LISTEN. THEN YOUR FEEL BUT BE HURT YOU SEE HOW I AM HURTING IN SIDE. THIS MADE ME A VERY UNHAPPY PERSON IN SIDE. SO WHAT PART OF THIS YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND?