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The day you abruptly went away,
My heart became frozen and my soul grew shades of gray,
My little eyes watched as your cadillac pulled out,
After listening to all those screams and foolish shouts,
The driveway was vacant, the house became dark,
I knew at that moment we would never again go to the park,
When I got home from school you would not be there,
I prayed to God that you would still some how care,
No one explained to me at seven years old,
That I would have to watch so much unfold,
Depression set inside that vacant place,
I no longer had that bright smile on my face,
The tire swing we built together fell apart late that June,
I would now have to learn way too soon,
How to fend for myself and take your place,
I had to fill your empty space,
I tried so hard to be like you,
Even built a tree house in honor of you,
I learned how to fix things around the house,
I even protected mom once from a mouse,
But no matter what I did,
It did not make up for me not allowed to be a kid,
Other kids got to see their dads, even when their parents got divorced,
But that wasn’t the case for me of course,
All I did was think of you, my first love had been devastatingly untrue,
The events that happened after can’t be written in just one poem,
Only God could possible have the right size thread to have sown
The chunks that life took out of me,
All because my daddy never came back to be
What every little girl desires
The protector, provider, the one who inspires
All grown up and it is now bitter sweet
For now I help other little girls whose dads caused them to have years of defeat
One day when I have my own
I will be able to set the right tone
I will be able to feed my inner child
Embrace her and enjoy what you so freely defiled
We either repeat are parent’s mistakes or do whatever we can to prevent
That generational cycle from becoming like cement
Braking it now and forgiving you
Was the best thing I could ever do
For I harbor no resentment and I have no anger
I just know that not having a father put me in a lot of danger
But I am blessed to have had my heavenly dad
He was the one who was there when I was sad
He was the one who protected me from strife,
The one who taught me how to reverse my life,
I can live free because now I see,
what you did in the end, hurt you more than it did me.
By: Sabina Nicole
Written 9/6/11
My friends and I had midnight hide and seek
One had to stand by a tree and not peek
In my state of hiding great I was hard to find
My friends decided to just be unkind
They all got together and decided to hunt me down
I first hid in the river near my house and almost drown
When they walk close by me I silently move through the grass
It was very hard to see, but I crawled a long time and almost ran out of gas
Then I heard one say that they were going up and wait by the tree
I had an idea that made a way to make them see
A shadow that ran in the distance thinking that would be
I had my horse pull a little manikin to make them think it was me
My friends took their flashlight and shined it toward it
I thought I had them but one thing was clear they did not fall for it not a bit
They all laugh and started to call out my name
They all asked how the heck did you have time to pull that trick that was so lame
I did not answer so they kept on looking for me, but I was so quick
Some of my friends started to get really mad and tick
I was a master of doing weird things they all knew what I can do
The night was still young and the grass was collecting dew
I decided to make a distraction once again
To think of it, it would probably make the night end
My friends finally surrounded my tree house
I was quiet, so quiet, more than a mouse
I had some rope in the tree house to make my escape
To distract them I made a loud noise like an ape
The tree that my tree house was in was at least forty feet up
I had some stash in my tree house a drink or two in a cup
My final hour is about to end I did not want my friends to catch me till I got to the tree
I took the rope and tide it on a branch and pushed off and that was the key
I landed on the garage roof and sneaked my way to the tree
My friends knew me to well that they plan things before I could see
They had a fish net ready for me to step into
I thought that was kinda wise and some what like pew
The few feet by the tree there was two of my friends that was ready
Up in the tree they both jumped down and pulled me up in the net fast and steady
They thought they had won, the person had to tag me before I touch tree
She ended up having to get something to stand on to reach me
I swung my weight back and forth till I ended up touching and the game ended
My friends and I were so full of surprises and that is what the game handed
In the wee hour of the morning I hear my spirit calling, I wasn’t sure how to respond to it but my emotion made me answer it.
It was extremely dark outside and the street light on the other side spilled over the roadway took me safely to an exotic scene. A bird sitting on the electric line chirping away as if it had something important to say. I gazed at it for a while and all of a sudden, my spirit began to cry.
The morning was extremely quiet and I could feel the blood running through my vein and my breathing exposed to the raw air circulating in the atmosphere and I walk along the lonely path looking for an escape route, but something kept dragging me back to my youth.
It wasn’t my childhood friend or the vicious lion in the den, it was the tree house I built in the mango tree and the swing I made in the navel orange tree, that continues to point me to something that is symbolic to my prosperity.
I am not a Tomboy but I can do lots of boy things and I master the art of climbing tree ever since I was a baby. I can still climb to the top no matter how tall the tree grows, there are some things in tees that gives nourishment to my soul and there are some things that you never grow out of you even when you are old, they stay with you for life, because those are the things that keep you alive.
The clouds resting on the sphere laced with tangles of hope staring directly at me and stroking my back from the far end of the sea and it kept searching for a comfortable spot to spread out its lap, but the furious mountain would not allow the wind to blow on the other side but I continue searching for the destined spot in the early hours to confront the solace in the wind.
I stood there for a while and gazed at the morning stars gliding underneath the clouds as daylight forces its way out of the dark and heavens weep for the dignity that is bubbling up into my heart and I could hear the earth whispering in my ears and wind start howling in the distance.
Let the wind blow and bring fresh energy to your soul; let the wind blow and show you which way to go, let it blow the stagnant energy from the atmosphere, and fill your lungs with clean mesmerizing air.
The clouds are moving again and the sky is clear and daylight has explodes in the heavens and you must follow the path that will lead you out of the dark and elevate your nobility.
i never knew one person could have so many emotions
inside them at one time.
i never knew how easily hate could fill the empty void
where love once thrived.
i never knew that lying got the world would make a difference.
i never knew that hurting me could help you.
i never knew that lovers make good fighters.
i never knew that the best of friends make the best of enemies.
i never knew that abstinence led to betrayal.
i never knew that distance makes the heart grow fonder.
i never knew that all our friends were just my friends, not yours.
i never knew how pathetic you were.
i never knew i just needed a stronger man.
i never knew i could be so unhappy.
i never knew how many hours it would take to build a tree house.
i never knew how quickly i could want to burn it down.
i never knew how badly i could want to tear my bike to shreds.
i never knew how much i could want my house to fall to pieces because you
helped build it.
i never knew that one man could destroy me so.
i never knew that the one man i loved was a s----y enough of a person to lie to me
about something so serious.
i never knew that the one person who brought out the best in me would
eventually bring out the worst.
i never knew that looking at pictures of happy times would make me so angry.
i never knew that watching my kitten sleep would one day make me cry.
i never knew that you could lie to my face and not feel guilty about tit.
i never knew how much i needed my friends.
i never knew that i could ever dislike 4-wheeler rides.
i never knew that i could hate going into the campers or the building for anything.
i never knew that i could eat a whole thing of ice cream by myself.
i never knew that i would cry myself to sleep several nights over a lie.
i never thought that i wouldn't be able to cars without crying, or ever come to a
point where i actually didn't want to watch the Notebook.
i never knew that i could hate snow patrols "chasing cars" so much that it would
make me cry.
i never knew that we could be apart for so long and yet your still ruining things for
me.
i never knew that you could have the nerve to bug for a second chance.
i'm not saying i regret it , because i don't.
It's just i know now.
And there's no way in h---- i'm going back.
Form:
Nestled high on a tree top..
Inside my tree house..
High upon a hill..
Away from civilization
Away from the restraints of society..
A society in which is corrupt at times..
A society in which life is only a matrix of robotic forms.
Robotics exist as such..
As do humans that function in their own reality matrix as machine..
Men and women believe they must contribute to this society ..
Only as a business transaction..
A business transaction in the reality matrix ..
That one's life is only based on survival mode..
One must switch a lever to always remain in survival mode..
One's life isn't for living..
One's life is for survival..
An intertia of survival mode..
Maintains a narrow view of the matrix on the whole..
Narrow version of robotic forms it is..
Men, women, and machines..
Humans behaving as robotics.
Robotics behaving as humans..
A society in which conditions one's mind..
A conditioning of a mind..
In which will allow one to believe, we are a mere tiny speck of dust..
That lies in this massive universe..
Just a meaningless speck of dust..
A speck of dust in the wind..
Wind blows..
A speck of dust evaporates
slowly but surely..
No longer in existence
A meaningless life..
Filled with only a value of what one can donate to the society..
With much blood, sweat and tears..
We pay dearly for contributing to the society..
The reality matrix of robotic forms..
One cannot hear
One cannot listen..
One can only do..
As society instructs..
On the whole..
The reality matrix is extremely meaningful..
One's life is indeed worth living..
One's life isn't based only on survival mode..
So here I am nestled high on a tree top..
As I enjoy my lovely tree house..
High upon a hill..
Peaceful in every which way..
Serenty is priceless..
Joy is priceless..
Love is priceless..
As I breathe the fresh air of life..
As I glance at my luscious sorroundings..
Consisted of nature and greenery..
A greenery that seems velvet..
Velvet greenery by day..
Shimmering moon by night..
A glistening starry night..
Only the illumination of the moon and the stars..
I feel gratitude..
Gracious I feel..
As i am divine..
Divinity speaks to me..
And I hear..
And I listen..
Here high upon a hill..
In my lovely tree house..
Away from the matrix of robotic forms..
In the great Old Grove forests
Perry, Sayva, Diamond, and Jack
Went out and built this tree house
A fine little tree house
It had a ladder, it had a few windows
It had a little garden they built
The garden full of fresh mulch
Smelling like spiced wood and peppered dirt
In it grew mushrooms
Great beautiful mushrooms
Even The Crow Club paid good money for these mushrooms
The mushrooms were blue, round, as big as a human head
Some others were pink like a birthday balloon
Or blue like pine fire smoke
They grew and sold many other plants
They grew tobacco of all types
They grew purple leafs
They grew sea foam sunflower
They grew great green ones
And a few other funguses and mosses
Southern sand moss
Eastern tree rot
And northern Gaviran puddle flower
All was great to sell or taste
On one day, as a rainstorm thundered on
The group stayed in their treehouse
They smoked from pipes or rolled paper
They ate from jars of peaches and pears
They bit into juicy green apples
All while they reclined on pillows
Their fingers weighed down on fuzzy blankets of fur
And like that old stump pilgrim story about “The night before Yuletide”
Visions of everything good, danced inside their skulls
Imaginings of birds
Big birds, not like the birds they sold to in their kingdom
There were brown vultures that smelled like brown sugar
And you could ride them
You could speak with old extinct seals
Their bones the color of freshly pulled teeth
Fingers and knee caps became numb as the time passed
As paintings never seen before were everywhere in the treehouse
Paintings in the eyes, brush strokes on the skin
An invisible painter, the smell of clay and paint chemicals
Prayers to The Frog and The Loon heard in each ear
Electric light outside
Perfect smoke under the nose
Dry mouth from breathing too much
Still sweet from eating too much
Relaxed until it will all go back
Back to what it was
But it can be done again
All you need is a garden
Some leafs
And a treehouse
I have a picture of a tree,
its gnarled trunk thick and wide,
support branches reaching a hundred feet high
Once started as a seed,
has grown to become truly mighty,
generations have played under her leaves,
climbing high into her crown,
a dizzying height,
tire tubes and swings,
wore deep grooves into her lower branches,
evidence of childhood attention,
remnants of an old tree house,
still may be seen,
yet, can no longer be reached,
to high the old oak tree
I love Mary encased in a heart
carved into her bark,
hastily scratched through,
then added Sue, Lucy, and June,
all share the same fate,
carved by a young fellow
whose name is unknown
When in full regalia a majestic sight,
her leaves rustle softly in the wind,
designed to send gentle breeze,
where lunch is laid,
and children play
For eons she has pleasured many,
harmed none,
adding beauty and grace,
to the old home place
In her time,
she had weathered many a storm,
although, her limbs and leaves did shake,
she stood defiant in their wake,
she stood her ground,
refusing to be brought down
Now I know she was awfully old,
she looked terrifically strong,
as big as she was,
some of her roots, her foundation,
had cracked, been ripped apart,
deep scars that never healed,
ran throughout,
never deeply rooted from the start,
her massive weight,
kept her, from falling apart
Then came along the worst she had ever seen,
throwing at her winds over one thirty,
her powerful branches,
reaching so high,
snap like twigs, are cast aside,
her broad trunk taking full impact,
finally succumbs,
pushed over onto her back,
her foundation ripped from the ground,
stood skeletal, hovering above,
what was once her majestic crown
If you listened closely when she hit the ground,
the moan of hundreds of children
crying out, was her last sound
She lay there for weeks,
until, finally,
cut up, burned, and hauled off,
nothing remained
I have a picture of a tree,
where once stood a mighty oak,
a miniature shoot now free of the land,
reaches ever higher
I'm sitting in the garden
With my small son on my knee
He looks up at me with big brown eyes
And says “Tell me about Granda's tree”
My father planted a tree
In nineteen forty two
He nurtured it and hadn’t bargained
On just how big it grew
When I was just seven years old
I had a love of climbing trees
Many times mum put plasters
On my bloodied and skinned knees
I can remember one day
Wearing my new party dress
Peering in through the window
A grubby bedraggled mess
I’d climbed as high as I could go
Then heard a quite loud crack
The branch it snapped in two
And I landed on my back
I’d excelled myself on this occasion
You could say I’d gone the whole hog
I’d landed on a little offering
Left by next doors dog
I remember as a little girl
My father built me a house in the tree
A sturdy wooden house with windows
Especially for me
When I was in my tree house
I could be almost anywhere
In a tropical jungle
Or in a cave hiding from a grizzly bear
Hanging onto my rope ladder
With a plastic cutlass on my hip
I could be looking for buried treasure
My tree house a pirate ship
Underneath the carpet
In the middle of the floor
My father had lovingly made me
A little brass-hinged trap door
Whenever I got fed up
Of being stuck inside
I’d open up that trap door
And go straight down the slide
Sometimes I would stand
For maybe half an hour
And pretend I was a princess
Imprisoned in an ivory tower
Some days I’d be a cowgirl
On a wild west ranch
And sometimes I’d pretend to be
A monkey swinging from a branch
One day I picked some flowers
And mum asked what they were for
I said “they are for my cottage
With roses around the door”
My son is looking wistful
Then he smiles at me
He says “mummy I would love
To see my Granda’s tree”
Tears come into my eyes
My son’s smile turns into a frown
I say “The tree's no longer there
The new owners chopped it down”
My son says it is sad
That the tree's no longer there
But no-one can destroy the memories
That my son and I share
I wish I could take this noose from my tongue.
It doesn’t seem to work against the honesty of silver anyway.
I wish I could hang it over the neck of my thoughts and pull it tighter every time they try to choke me with guilt or pessimism.
Well versed in the words it takes to build things up. My lips and sounds paint pictures and build grand cities where the price would be too high but, people would still pay to live there.
Better versed am I in the words that call for demolition. I need not even speak them before, I set all the beauty ablaze and cast those cities to rubble. All the people paying too much can flee or stay but, as the founder and captain I am charged with going down with my ship.
If I could just speak a balance.
Articulate a safe place.
A perfectly leveled tree house with room for one or two.
Lately though, my words and thoughts shake and stutter.
Trip over themselves like my hands reaching for a pen or a pill bottle.
At least that bottle is half way full, I guess.
In love with the thought of the very idea.
I see now, with no lenses, softening my harsh reality.
I must once more, try to focus on myself.
Love myself and prove it.
Reach for the things I need with conviction and not the unsure hands of a child, I've been sporting so well.
I can find a meadow.
No path required.
I will not rest there, I promise but, I may take in the scenery along the way.
I need no hand to hold my own in respective appreciation.
I can see the wonder painted even brighter when it burns with a pang of solidarity.
I will work my words,
My tired feet,
My heavy lungs,
My heart with dented armor.
I will train my hands steady.
And this time when I put something in my sights, I won’t have to hesitate before I pull the trigger, painting the walls and ground with my red victory.
A flower may yet hold promise,
Even in the wrong climate but first, the seed must be planted. Will it bloom?
We are getting ahead of ourselves.
Clear the board and start again.
Father and Mother,
years and years have gone by
yet love has kept its home in your eyes.
You've got a love you can sink your teeth in,
you've got a love I can believe in...
Like fresh cut lilacs
and the swing outside
on the very best tree besides
the Cherry and Maple,
Bradford Pear and Apple
we all used to climb
in the summer heat,
running fast
on dewy grass
wearing bare feet.
Dad and Mom,
we Maple Tree love you.
Although things have and will change,
something about your love
will always stay the same...
Small house
in a small town
white-gold rings
and life's simple things
are what you're about.
Three kids who adore you with all they've got.
You're rich with what can't be bought.
You've got a love like:
that
I was four years old
with my two favorite people,
holding on to my fishing pole.
I hear Dad's laugh
and look, Mom fell flat
in the river
with water clear up to her shoulders
and we all laugh.
Yeah, you've got a love like: that
You've got a love you can sink your teeth in,
you've got a love I can believe in.
Like huddling together
through a storm in the summer
looking at both of you I wonder:
Aren't you afraid of anything?
You...weren't.
After we caught fireflies
Mom, you helped me name mine
and let me keep it inside.
You nursed Joel back to health
after the bee hive
and earring incidents.
Susanna too with her 'Job' blisters
and falling off the slide on her head
and you pulled out the stones in my knee
while I ungratefully screamed.
And Dad with your arms of love
coming in for an 'everything's ok' hug.
Thank you for that.
Dad and Mom
we Maple Tree love you.
Small house in a small town
white-gold rings
and life's simple things
are what you're about.
Three kids who adore you
with all they've got.
You're rich with what can't be bought.
You've got a love like: that