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I've always thought I'm a mistake
A freak of nature that's why,
i prefer being left alone to make
My own path where no one will pry
For eyes have been glaring since my fall
It's hard not thinking you not a mistake
Cause everyone can see you always trying get over the wall
Onto the other side hoping that things will be different, but it's all fake
I've always though I'm a mistake
A product that left the line
For I was eager to come to make
The most of what life has on the line
For whispers grew to noise this days
With people not afraid to speak their mind
With many advices on different ways
That I'll get healed or atleast faith I'll find
I've always been called a mistake
That's why everyone is trying so hard
To let me know that there's a way to make
All this go away, saying I should give up what I had
But don't call me a mistake
Cause I ain't one, I'm just misunderstood
That's why people come up with theories to make
Me look like I'm no good
The PO£T
MY SHORTCOMINGS ARE OVERWHELMING - HOWEVER MY STRENGTHS ARE DEFEATING THEM - POETRY CONTEST
I stood there,
...slowly...
I removed my clothes...
you could tell that my date who was
about to see me naked for the first time
was...was...well...EXCITED!
I was worried she would slide off her seat.
shirt?
gone!
sexy...
pants?
gone!
sexy...
one piece
long underwear?
an obvious crowd pleaser
I did not time it
but it was a long time
for her to get over her joy.
at one point I think she stopped breathing
she was definitely moved
there were tears in her eyes
I believe her hysteria was a nervous laugh
she was laughing
hard.
long underwear?
gone!
finally naked
I stood there exposed
the look on her face
was not good,
I am sure I could hear,
a song blaring loudly in her mind
"Is that all there is, is that all there is..."
My shortcomings are overwhelming,
I was embarrassed
I was angry
I wanted to be mature about the situation,
immediately,
instantly,
I stuck my tongue out at her,
my twelve inch tongue,
I think she noticed I could breathe through my ears
her face lit up
once again she fell off her seat
My shortcomings are overwhelming,
both naked I started pleasing her
she yells
"there is a God!"
However my strengths are defeating them.
that's it,
Ok
you can leave now,
Goodbye
excuse me this next part is private,
LEAVE!
17~10~2014
I am entering this write in the contest.
When I saw the title of the contest this came to mind.
I thought humor being my greatest strenght I would
write this in an attempt to overcome my deppression
thank you for the oppurtunity Verena.
Laughter is the best medicine...unless your a diabetic...
....and then insulin...insulin is the best medicine.
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She's always there when needed.
She's at their beck and call;
But if she should need a hand,
No one's free at all.
When someone's down she's always there.
She's just a call away.
A cheery smile, some sympathy,
To brighten up their day;
But if she's feeling down today,
They'll leave her quite alone,
To get over what it is,
All by herself, alone.
Are you feeling sick today?
Just let her know about it.
She'll be there with soup and hugs.
You don't have to doubt it.
Mama's always been there.
That's just the way she is.
Sometimes she can help a lot,
But when she can't she gives.
She gives her love, she gives advice,
She tends and cleans and nurses.
But let her make just one mistake,
She gets remands and curses.
Mama's such a Know-It-All.
She's pushy and she's nosey.
So she turns and goes away,
And pretends everything is rosey.
History is no mystery
Unless you were born
A descendant of scorned
African tradesmen and tradeswomen
Stolen from their lives
Of husband wives
Children and wise old ones
Whose brown skin kissed by sun
We lived with the lies
In the shadow of cries
To get over it let it die
The nerve of you guys
No one says get over the Holocaust
For us sympathy and empathy is lost
Still we will live with forever chained
To ancestors genetically despite vain
Attempt to erase their worth
Denounce their struggle
To even pray their own way
For you drug them to church
To read bibles that glorified you
Tribalism prohibited and refused
To Allah God you must explain your “truth”
i try and paint you in a bad light inside my head
to create a reason to get over you but no matter how hard i try
all i can think of is you
you consume my mind
take control of my speech
i will always drift back to you no matter how hard the universe can rip me apart from you
you have my heart
my lungs
my blood
my mind
you have my soul
do you need anything else
i’ll give you all you need of me and still love you the same as you leave me to rot
so you can feel better
i would carve holes in my skin if you wanted to touch my bones
all for you
i would do anything for you
you are like roots wrapping yourself in my chest,
coiling around my heart,
puncturing holes in my flesh to encase me in your grasp.
i’ll bleed out if it helped you
i’ll bleed out and die without your touch or love
without your kisses or hugs
without you
i’ll watch you like the mona lisa
loving from afar
Chicken noodle soup fixes everything, I used to hear, from my mother.
I had tried everything but chicken noodle soup this week on my cold.
Cold pills, Vicks, and vitamins. Went through three boxes of tissues yesterday.
Finally, broke down and had the chicken noodle soup. Feel so much better!
Listen to your feelings, I used to hear from my father, who is in heaven.
My earth father, not THAT Father. He was so right; and it has worked well.
Feelings have kept me alive, feelings have helped me help others.
Feelings have steered me in the right path. Feelings, I am all about.
Mom was a big believer in Vicks too. We were slathered in it during the winter.
Vicks on our chests, our backs, the bottom of our feet, and in our noses.
I love the smell of Vicks; it makes me feel instantly better, making me young.
When I smell it, I become eight-years-old instantly, and I want more.
Old Spice was Dad’s smell. When I smell Old Spice, there he is.
I have a jacket of my dad’s. He has been gone eight years.
It does not smell like Old Spice, but it smells like my Dad.
I reach for it sometimes, and I know he is here.
Moms and Dads are funny things. You can never replace them,
And you can never fully get over them. But who would want to?
They are your first teachers, and your last teachers. They are yours.
Though you might share them with siblings, it does not feel like sharing.
I had the assumption
that a faithful person
was very hard to find;
if finding love is
much easier than finding gold...
don't change that notion,
skip all the stepping stones
to get over the hurdles
you'll face switching all the aces!
And that precious gold
I found in a glowing smile
believing in the fable of fools...
as she warmed me more than sunshine,
and kissed me with the softness of roses
that was gentler than the kiss of the wind!
I walked many streets and alleyways,
I saw hundreds of faces without smiles,
they were looking for arms
to hold and spend long hours
gazing at the new stars,
trying to reach a universe of their own;
and the tighter they hugged on the benches,
the sweeter was the taste of the evening rain!
I had the assumption
that a faithful person
was very hard to find...
how wrong was I?
Too often I wonder if love only gives joy
and takes away all the pain;
some shake their heads and totally disagree,
they have harsh words for those who don't agree!
If finding love is much easier
than finding gold,
many didn't wish to be
so broken-hearted
ending up lonely, but not so free;
if destiny and life aren't fair,
we should invent new tricks
to avoid unwanted heartaches!
I so still shouldn’t feel this way for you
I still shouldn’t want you as I do
You’re still trying hard to get over her
You feel like you’re standing alone down a dead one way street with no where to turn
When someone puts their hand in the fire, expect to get burned
I know, for I have been there in your shoes
I have been left full of sorrow, pain, tossed away like yesterdays old news
But we can, and will overcome
Time to stop standing in that one spot, time to take of and run
Sometimes it’s hard to see what’s always been right in front of you
For if it was easy to see, it wouldn’t then mean so much in all we do
You need to open your eyes and see whose who
See people for whom and what they are from the inside
And for once, put your own fears aside
I stand on the side lines and watch as love has commanded you
I’ve stood there as I watch that love pass you right on by
I’ve been there waiting with and without the tears in my eyes
So maybe you don’t think I still shouldn’t feel this way for you
Maybe you think I still shouldn’t want you as I do
But when you’re down and troubled all you ever have to do is call
Even in the dead of night, it will never be a bother to listen to you at all
Look around you, look also down that long dark tunnel
Can you tell what you see?
When the smoke clears
When the light appears
Who will be standing there still waiting for you?
It will always be me
Your Children
By Franklin Price
3/21/2016
Your children are your legacy
They are your heart and soul
What you are is part of them
It's written on the scroll
Provide for them the best you can
Mold them to what you want to see
Then let them grow to be themselves
Be the ones they want to be
Give love that's unconditional
In hopes they'll give it back
Don't think that they don't care for you
For something that you lack
Don't blame your troubles on them
They're not the parents here
What you see is what you've raised
The responsibility is clear
If ever ties are loosened
And noses out of joint
Remember you're the parent
Somehow you've helped to reach this point
So get over how you're feeling
Tighten knots and fix the nose
After all you are the parent
And they're children that you chose
Children they are always
Yet grow up and off they go
Don't become that foolish parent
Who has children they don't know
As daylight dawns my eyes close
On another sleepless night
So cold and all alone without
Your arms to hold me tight
I look out through the glass
And watch the sunrise in the sky
And still I find no answers
As again I’m asking why
My nights they seem so endless
Then I face another day
So full of pain and loneliness
Since God took you away
People say that time will heal
That I’ll get over you
That one day I will laugh again
That I’ll find someone new
I only wish they’d understand
Why that will never be
I’ll never love another
For you were my destiny
Take me back to when we were
I need you by my side
For every night I'll call your name
And in your love I'll always hide
And though I've tried to carry on
My fears I cannot hide
I just can’t face this world alone
Without you by my side
The tablet bottles empty now
And on our bed I lay
I put my hands together
Then I close my eyes and pray
"Please God will you send back down
My Angel from above
Then he will gently take my hand
And lead me back to love..
He’ll guide the way to Heaven
Where together we will be
Two Angel's who are blessed with love
For all eternity"...
By Raina Hutchins