Let me go
Why am I left sad
When you were nothing bad
Why am I left writing
So you can go carrying on living
I am fulled with nothing but rage
Because you left me in a cage
Had me smothered in your sage
All at such a young age
I am left with nothing but pieces of my childhood
With years of you keeping me under your hood
No matter what I did even with you away
You still manage to have it your way
Let me go dad that’s all I ask
And let me have my own task
Live my life free from chains
And all the pains
Let me go
Categories:
fulled, father son,
Form: Rhyme
This is your life journey
Not always full of cheery
But of course not much bloody
Sometimes you’ll make it correct totally
But sorry! Maybe for once you’ll end up feeling jelly
Oh, no! Are you afraid? Pleading for mercy?
Don’t be my pal; make it right, if it’s easy
Although you can’t, keep in your mind ‘not to worry’
Don’t run backwards, like a fool my crony
Any of us are not totally pure, fulled or shiny
So move on, always think yourself worthy
I’m sure it will be looking for you dearly
That’s it my friend, let it be your Destiny!
Categories:
fulled, destiny, inspirational, journey, life,
Form: Monorhyme
You sit down and eat popcorn until you are full
Now the steak is put before you
You couldn't eat if you could
Because you are full of junk food you fool.
Popcorn, popcorn how you are
Popping in me
Why didn’t I see it before I fill myself with junk
Fulled up in a lump locked into my rump.
Now God need to full you up again
With His wisdom and knowledge
That you and I may gain strength again
With His Will and do it His way
“I have set before you life and death
Choose life that you may live and give
That I have given to you to do.”
As one writer has said;
“Is living a few years of your like
Most people won’t
So that you can spend
The rest of your life
Like most people can’t.”
Popcorn, popcorn
Choose steak instead.
Categories:
fulled, appreciation, beautiful, birth, blessing,
Form: Rhyme
Falling; without such realization or consent
Smitten; enamored of an idea of Love
Sans control and choice, I serenely relent;
To this momentum of a powering Truelove
In a mind fulled with madness edging to surge
I did surrender my broken soul and heart to you
You, my Truelove, and the entirety of our souls merge;
Creating an ardor of Love, and ever so true
Caught in a psychical addiction of zealous Love
Caught in an invaluable, unfathomed story;
Unbridged felicity and sorrow, my behoove;
I professed, I lost control to this glory
As an inimical foe danced over us;
Time; an illusion that we had no control of
Within each other, engulfed by passion; thus
Our bond caused a rapture in the foe above
Poignant and vivid memories I care for;
Present in my heart, soul, mind; formed as a dove
Though the end, You and I will live forever more;
Everlasting, boundless in this Abiding Love
Categories:
fulled, first love, for her,
Form: Rhyme
I used to always make fun of the girls in my school just because of the way that maybe one eyebrow is fuller then the other or the way that their top lip is bigger then the bottom but i never stopped to realize that i wasn’t perfect myself,the way my hips look like an hour glass and the way that my thighs never were apart. Those were the kind of things i would make fun of people for,gulit and sorrow fulled up my system as i relized that i wasn’t perfect myself,but i was so stupid to not say sorry to a single person ive hurt because i thought that just because i made one mistake, just one i didn’t need to apologize because everyone makes mistakes right? No. Ive made more then just one..ive done something that as i looked into the mirror that night i made fun of myself but thats only because i felt bad and i wanted to see how they felt. I was a *****, it hurt.
Categories:
fulled, bullying,
Form: ABC
It’s the end of year three since the old dog went free;
A rough patch that has softened with time.
I recalled it today . . his going away:
One bad verse in a beautiful rhyme.
Once again I shed tears remembering those years:
Peace of mind then eluded my day.
The other dog too, who soon followed him through:
Both forever live on . . far away.
Now a new girl and boy strive to bring the same joy
And replace that which never can be:
The return of my friends from where heaven begins:
Once again, just those two friends and me.
Let’s pretend it were so . . there'd be changes you know;
For no more would there be only three.
We would share each new day in the old fun-fulled way,
My two old friends . . my new friends . . and me.
Categories:
fulled, absence, dog, friendship, pets,
Form: Narrative
Woven broad cloth loose threads of care
helping lost and hopeless hearts to share
a given dream of dawns powerful light
that wisdom needed to speak what is right
before the end of time marches to war
with chaos peaks of envy to enter a door
which righteous want more and more and more.
Heavy drops of rain descend from clouds so wet
refreshing pools of dust hidden behind the crest
flowing even around the church and state
following the crowds one by one at the gate
where voices murmur and cry with tear fulled eyes
a joy for humanity who enter here with certain pride.
Categories:
fulled, metaphor, , fate,
Form: Free verse
I'm screaming from my soul
I'm here invisible me
you done everything in your power
to let me know that you can't see me
while life with out you is painful
Just having your love for a season I'm grateful
Thinking about your touch and your kiss
Picturing your smile once again
label me insane for thinking about you often
Telling myself letting you go will get easier each day
Keeping myself busy helps with the pain
its not easy to get over a heart break
but much easier to stand out side in the rain
then deal with this pain that no medication can take away
telling you i love you wasn't good enough to win you back
my fault for loosing you because of the love that I lacked
I was off track mentally wasn't ABLE to love back
now that your gone my heart is missing a piece
If I could ease all the pain i put on you I would
now I'm left with living with out you for good
a pain that's screaming to be hilt
but would never be fulled without you
Categories:
fulled, break up, depression, desire,
Form: I do not know?
voices scream inside your head , thinking of words that come wtih in fulled with sin . love and hate at the same time in your mine you die start to cry blood comes from your eyes.drounding inside know one can see your crys
Categories:
fulled, anger,
Form: Diamante
Broken,
Isolated by fear,
there all out to get me,
the voices I hear.
I sit in darkness,
no light shinning through,
lost in confusion,
about what to do.
Refusing to eat,
Poison in the food,
slowly getting sicker,
who are you?
You look like my friend,
but something in your eye's
tells me you not,
you just telling me lies.
Afraid of shadows,
cars that drive by,
driving in bushes,
finding somewhere to hide.
I just wanted to die,
so the pain would go away,
consumed by paranoia
each and everyday.
I blocked out all the voices,
pushed through all my fears,
it did take a couple of years,
but I'm still here.
My mind was broken,
caused by a drug fulled rage,
I was lucky to piece things back together,
many people stay that way.
Contest Name Brokenness
Sponsor ~ SKAT ~
Categories:
fulled, education, inspirational, me, drug,
Form: Verse
Today you took bold steps to walk across that stage
Tomorrow you life will never be the same
I look back almost 19years ago
At a 15year old that was told she was carrying a soul
Scare and afraid but also fulled with joy
Not knowing what this world would bring
But knowing that I had to be strong
Not just another statistic I was going to raise you right
To cherish your body and to be pleasing in God's sight
Here we stand today and I am the most proudest mother in the world
I have watch grown from an amazing little girl
All grown up with your own thoughts and mind
It's time to cut the cord I'm not ready but I know it's time
As you step into this place called the world
I pray that you take with you my wisdom keys
And if you find yourself stuck along the way
I'll be right there praying and asking the Lord to guide you everyday
Categories:
fulled, daughter, happiness, mother, school,
Form: I do not know?
Why do I always torture myself,
writing about things bad,
every time I sit to think a little,
all I feel is sad.
Was my life that bad?,
am I just bitter and scorned?,
why do I find it easier,
to write about thing gone wrong?.
Though my life may not be fulled with joy,
still I am content,
I sort of understand the reasons now,
it's all part of a bigger plan.
Still I struggle to write of things,
that would bring people much joy,
it's just not in my nature I guess,
to write things that make people smile.
Still I ponder,
why I write the way I do,
Snap!!!
Maybe it's the only way,
to get my message through...
M.Mahauariki © 2012
Categories:
fulled, life, write, people, life,
Form: Rhyme