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It was a miserable day out
once during the hot summer
all through the evening
I heard only the children playing outside;
I looked out through my window
to recollect my childhood days..
something i found at that moment
a smile on my face
with tears in my eyes
I imagined that was a life otherside.
I saw the sun to settle down but
that evening the moon didn't wake up
The stars were somewhere in the sky
that day it was out of sight through naked eyes.
A calm environment made someone's whisper louder
moment later a strong wind breaking that whisper
making miserable haunted clattering sounds outside.
Again i looked through my window
now i found the environment has changed
from a hot sunny day to a dark lightning evening;
drops of water falling from the dark thunder clouds.
I experienced three different situations on the same day
from a miserable summer day to a calm evening
from the calm evening to a haunted dark night.
I closed my eyes and counted from hundred to one
'it had been a miserable day
once during the hot summer;
It had been a painful life
once making a long journey'
'all through the evening
i heard only childrens' playing outside;
all through my life
i heard my own voice from inside'
'i looked through my window
to recollect my childhood days;
I asked my own heart
where i found only one name'
something I found at that moment
a smile on my face
with tears in my eyes
I imagined that was a life otherside.
I closed my eyes and counted from one to hundred-
I realized day by day my love to her perished down
this realization brought me a new life
but i found no love left within me
until i learnt there were no more water left in my eyes.
i met that unknown time when i heard another whisper
but moment later love brought me a natural death.
again i asked my heart
now i found it answered something has changed
from love to the coldest end.
I picked up the broken glasses and tried to see my own face
the images i got are solely all different.
and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it
and see the broken glasses as long as I live.
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A beautiful human being,
Lost her life, and no one seems to know why
If only her silence could be broken, If only her
Soul would wander around and deliver the untold
The story no one could tell,
The truth about what happened, Someday will be revealed
Classification and separation, Is what we often feel
Taken so violently, Bared the brutal pain,
An innocence loss, Is what she became
No matter the shape or life that she led,
She didn't deserve the death she was fed
I feel for the mother, The loss of her child,
Can be filled with no other ,The father and sister
Aunt,cousins and family will remember Tyisha,
All the good memories
Tyisha?
Do you remember the silly arguments,
We used to always have
Sitting around our desks in our elementary class,
You were mad at me and I was mad at you
Because we had some much in common,
And yet we hated to
You carried my birthday, I carried your age,
You carried my year, I carried your first name
You were like me, as I was like you,
But Tyisha Tyisha, you were taken to soon
We had our differences, We went our separate ways,
But still I remember you, Just like it was yesterday
You carried my first name, As I carried yours,
I carried a tone, Much lighter than you
But still you were taken, To soon To soon,
A home you found in heaven
With our lord, Jesus Christ,
So sad you had to leave this world
And join another life,
Nine years had gone by, Before I'd seen your face,
And when that day had finally come, It was on the newspaper page
I couldn't believe it was true,
So much sadness I felt for you
I know it wasn't right, A shameful breach of trust,
Your life was taken so quickly but the memories nobody can touch
From this day forward, Just trust and believe,
For the Master will surely supply all your needs
Tyisha don't worry, You're safe and your sound,
No longer are you burdened , No longer are you bound
Tyisha, Tyisha, Please remember me, I'll see you again,
Rest in peace, Rest in peace
(December 1998)
(By Tyesha Ehigiator)
(Aka Tyesha Miles)
(An Old classmate)
what should i do when i've had so much dealings to go through with all do
respect to u and to u reading this poem and society for making the world go all wrong
but like before you've played with me gave me mixed feelings why must i deal with all the tragic endings no one ta strive for no one to rely on what is it that im doing is it how im living is it the money im spending or how im spending it do i brush my teeth the wrong way why do love hurt why do tears fall wait why do we even cry at all who made this logic or theory come to past when u hear the words just leave it in the past but the past comes up fast and bite you in the ass
who said we should go thru this crazy way of life having to fight day in and day out all day and night im tired of going to war with this thing called satan no better yet this thing called life why give the devil that much credit because society is so Fd up we tends to blame a person we've never seen dont get me wrong god is good but at this point in time i think we should stop all the stereotypes and speak the truth you cant preach to me then go grab some boos what kinda pastor are you? but anyways sorry forgettn off track but back to it why does love make us this mad whats the problem whats the issue why we cant get along and make it official
life the way you played me i never thought you would stoop that low how could you i dont know what did i do to you all i did was try to love everybody and keep it cute dont trip im not confused no more but i do feel like crap like a mouse stuck in a trap i'm trapped no
way out i know what it's about my mouth feeling so much doubt about the route i
choose brings me to why i'm feeling abused yet confused i've made some
wiered decisions no intentions on defending and depending ending spending
time not comprehending sending bad vibes to many chances and tries messes
it up keep feelings tuck away have no more painful days......
TO BE CONTINUED.......
Reflections of the Season’s Tomorrows
Wondering how long before tomorrow.
Watching the door every time someone passed.
Trembling hands reached out for a moments joy.
Her rosy cheeks and eyes were now faded.
Weeping, sitting in her room, she looked around.
Her aged heart had been for children waiting.
Ever since they left, she had been waiting.
Promising, they said, “We’ll come tomorrow.”
Reflections of the seasons shone around.
But in her heart lived pain as each day passed.
Her memories and delights, now, somehow faded.
As youngsters they had been her only joy.
Too much time gone; she could not feel their joy.
So many of her days spent hoping, waiting.
Her utmost fear was that their love had faded.
She thought that there would not be a tomorrow.
The sparkles in her eyes had all but passed.
She spent each lonesome day dazed, looking around.
Suddenly, they were there, children all around!
For the first time in years, she regained her joy –
One by one, she hugged them; loving glimpses passed.
The time had come for which she had been waiting.
Her dream arrived; at last it was tomorrow.
Pain that she had felt forgivingly faded.
Thankfully, love for them had not faded.
Her gleaming eyes sent adoration around.
All thanked God above for this new tomorrow.
Grandchildren bounced balloons squealing with joy.
It happened on a day she wasn’t waiting.
One by one, the children kissed her as they passed.
Each caring look joined reality; time passed.
Her fragile squeeze showed them love had not faded
Although she had been tirelessly waiting,
There is happiness with family around.
She knew, for the first time in some years, joy!
Reflected gleams sparkled on her tomorrow.
Too fast, the moments passed; holiday lights faded
There was no more waiting; loved ones came around.
Love redeemed joy, each today and tomorrow.
© November 19, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
From the day she emerged
from her cocoon and spread
her brightly colored wings,
her life was destined for heartache.
She went through every kind
of pain imaginable, abuse from
the harsh winds, loosing friends
and family members to those damn
windshields in this thing called life.
She had her heart broken so many times
that she now expected it at every turn.
The only constant in her life was her
little baby boy caterpillar that
would one day grow to a beautiful
butterfly ready to spread his own wings.
Flying around one day, this beautiful
butterfly ran into a whirlwind called love
and fell head over heals very quickly
to a very handsome, very caring male butterfly.
She did not trust him at first because
of all the heartache she had encountered
in her life before but he showed her what
trust was and before long she trusted
this male with every ounce of her small being.
Before long she was so lost in the
wild winds that she was having trouble
keeping herself a float, her wings beating
hard to keep from falling into the dark
dismal abyss.
One day as she was feeling more loved
than she ever had, she passed by a couple
other butterflys and overheard their conversation
where her name was mentioned.
She paused just long enough to hear
that her true love had told one of them
that they were just friends and he really
didn't know her that well.
Needless to say this beautiful butterfly
felt like she had hit the windshield of
a big mac truck. She was crushed.
She knew better than to trust, but he
made it so damn easy, she couldn't help herself.
From that day forward, she never trusted
again and the day came when in that
whirlwind of life, before she could even
think, that Mac truck was there in front of her
and she slammed into the huge windshield.
Now that beautiful brightly colored
butterfly, lays on the cold, cold ground,
her wings broken and bruised like her heart.
That day you plugged in an iron. Taking it towards
me you turned. Flashbacks come to mind. It was I
you did burn.
I try to destroy the memories, but it's there at
every turn. One day I'll set it ablaze. One sweet
day I'll let it burn.
Daddy, why did you do that? Your child you do not
love. So worthless you make me feel. Am I your flesh
and blood?
You constantly put me down. My world you've completely
torn. So cold you are to say to me, "I wish you were never
born."
After beating me half to death you say, "Whatever it is
you do; if you report me to anyone that'll be the day
that I'll kill you."
A cold hearted man you are. It's my hurt you constantly
seek. Seeds of destruction you sow. Eternal damnation
you shall reap.
You laugh in my face when I tell you that I hurt. To the
ground you often toss me. In my face you do kick dirt.
Look at the bruises you've caused! I can't even count the
broken bones. I'm afraid to look at you; I dread each moment
when you're home.
I try to destroy the memories, but it's there at every
turn. One day I'll set it ablaze. One sweet day I'll let
it burn.
Something I did learn, for this here has made me meek.
Never treat my child the way that you've treated me.
Go ahead and laugh now. Enjoy it now while you can.
You're nothing but a fool. Not even close to being a man.
I no longer call you my father. A fatherless child is who
I am. As you don't care for me, for you no longer I give
a damn.
Your hateful words mean nothing now. Here, try to rip me
apart. No longer do you affect me. For you, no longer I
have a heart.
Like trash I throw you away. No longer there at every turn.
Ablaze I set your memories. I walk away and let it burn.
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This hasn't happened to me, but it happens to children daily.
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With every word comes that of kindness and love.
With everyday I dream of nothing but me loving you for life.
It is with a gentle touch that I kiss your soft lips.
But with that of a fire of passion to which I Love You from down deep.
It is there in my soul I hunger for your love.
With every beat of my heart that I fall deeper in love.
It is time that heals all wounds but time that hurts a soul lingering in blues.
It is there you are, as my darkness falls upon my soul in pain.
In that of great feelings I have for you.
As I long for the day to be here and you in my arms.
It is a love of such a lady I dream of all my life.
As you have made that dream to be real the day you came into my life.
It is the understanding you have of my situation but most of all,
it is with patients that you wait for me love.
It is everything I strive on as I want to be close to you.
It's everything I live for as I feel your love from far.
But most important, it is my love I hold dear and close to my heart.
That of your words that cuts me deeply in my being.
It is only there I bleed for you.
As I cry tears of both pain and joy you have brought to me.
But it is with great honor I love you forever more.
As we become closer then ever before.
As each day, you bring more of meaning to my life.
As you heal the inner most hurt of my soul.
But it is there I Love You more as each day passes and you still here loving me.
Even though we have never met, I feel like I've known you all my life.
And I wait patiently the day I can hold you and whisper softly
the words of love in your ear.
As I Love you with all of my being.
It is there I fight for you.
From deep inside my soul as I work harder trying to get there where you are.
I can only pray that it be soon as every day I miss loving you.
It was the first day of the new school year
The children of Beslan had no need to fear
In anticipation they eagerly left home for school
Some walked hand in hand with Mom and Dad
Others skipped along the well known path
Excitement filled the sidewalks and the streets
As fleeting thoughts collided in mid air
Some thought of new friends to be made
Others of old friends with whom to play
A little sister left at home
Of baby brother asleep in his crib
Much too young to run and play
Some favorite lullabies which Grandmama sang
As Grandpapa played his violin
The first day of the new school year
Mothers beamed with such pride
How their little ones had grown
Never would they ever want to let go
Others gave in to their children’s cries
‘Mamma, I do not want to go to school.
May I stay with you today?’
On wings of hate evil had already arrived
With diabolical plans and bombs in hand
To maim and murder the children of Beslan
Who became captives in their little school house
After the dastardly deed was done
Dreams and aspirations lay splattered 'cross the floor
Childhood innocence forever vanished!
On the day of internment the sun in his temple hid
Earth wept pouring rain, her bitter tears
As Mothers’ voices cracked and strained
Cried out loud, their children’s names
While others pleaded in vain for death
Fathers in a state of shock stood stoically in the cold autumn rain
Wearing faces carved in stone
The blood of children cried out to Heaven
Where at the throne of mercy
Sits a God who is just
Though their bodies lay broken in tiny white coffins
On angels' wings their souls did ascend
He will judge all men and their deeds
All, on one appointed day
A tribute to the children of Beslan, No. Ostetia, Russia 9/1-3/ 2004
As soon as he was gone she changed.
As in never the same. As in
she’d gone through a complete mental breakdown
and I had front row seats to the worst show of my life.
Six bullets took my brother one night,
and they took a part of my mother with them as well,
because every time I looked up,
her eyes had tears,
her nose was red,
and her face was blank.
She’d look away and “sorry”
seemed to be the only word that I could say.
I could never say that everything would be okay
because day to day everything was different
and day to day I walked behind her,
leaving footprints in the train of tears she left behind,
waiting for her to crumble, and ready to catch her.
Though she was too heavy for me to hold,
I still felt the responsibility to cushion her downfall
and it happened often, but that, that was all I could do.
After that, I had to watch her descend into complete darkness
and sometimes she was gone for weeks without any word.
Not one word.
She was physically present, yes, but her mind was gone
and I watched my mother sink deep into the cold abyss of depression
and not even try to get to the surface.
She’d float with an expressionless face
And eyes that stared into nothing.
I have no doubt that she was searching for him.
But did she find him?
I can never know, but can’t help but wonder.
This was my childhood.
Most of it was spent wondering and waiting.
Waiting for the answers to come floating to the surface,
and for her to break through,
gasping for air and ready to come home.
But, when she did, all I could see was her blank face,
looking down at me, not knowing what to say, so
once again, she’d turn away
and I’d open my mouth to say
“sorry”
Focus -- what do you want?
Even you do not know the answer.
I am so confused.
I do not know who you are.
We had made so much progress,
but then you slammed the door.
I miss who you were,
I hate who you have become.
I await the day,
that you realize what you have done.
I hope it not be too late,
For i love you no matter what.
Wish I knew you felt the same,
But I'll tell you what...
When the day comes,
the day you realize just what you have done,
regret alone just won't be enough.
Do not realize what you do to me,
Your actions affect me more than I show,
But you are too blind to see..
Just how much you are killing me.
I will cry myself to sleep tonight,
But this pain I feel can't make it alright.
I fake a smile, but all the while I am slowly..
Dying inside.
You can not see it,
You will never even know,
But I will tell you what...
When the day comes,
the day you realize what you have done,
Regret alone will just not be enough.
You think your mistakes are okay.
It will all blow over when you are done.
You think forgiveness is in everyone's heart.
And here is where you have won.
But pain can only last so long.
Then it turns to something wrong.
Hate is a natural feeling,
but not when it is from me to you.
I will not say i hate you,
or even that i will someday;
But I'll tell you what..
When the day comes,
the day you realize what you have done,
Regret will not be enough.
I can not say when the time comes,
That i will forgive you for the pain i have been through.
And for that, all I can say, is that you have not won.
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