I’m falling on to the damp earth
Parted from your branches
One by one.
It was one by one
That I became a part of you
And now you shed me unsympathetically.
It’s in your nature
I know.
But I’m lifeless,
Without your tender bows,
Holding on to me dearly.
And as I fall,
One by one,
You watch me grow paler,
And more brittle.
But you stand strong.
And empty.
And though I made you beautiful,
And gave you the hues of the sun.
You shed me still.
I do not know if I shall be born again
Or another shall take my place.
Only Spring will tell.
I don’t understand them!
In their second homes.
When kids are starving
When poor adults can’t afford one apartment
Buying $35,000 earrings when kids are starving
Being spoilt makes you lazy, money greedy and non-compassionate
I have no love for the spoilt
Your money makes me sick to my stomach like the dirt under my nails
Your buying me gifts to make me happy makes me sick
Why don’t you be a real human being and spend time with me, I don’t want your gifts – I want
your friendship, don’t want to be friends? Then money doesn’t buy love.
Buy one house with one room for your children instead of two.
Then we can talk.
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You became my best friend, someone I would never ignore.
I know I was selfish, but I wanted more.
She became the one I wanted, and the one I got.
She definitely became the one who showed me love,
And taught me the past should be forgot.
To me she is a memory,
I do sometimes wonder if she remembers’ me.
Constantly she said you loved me I knew she lied,
I could see the fear in her eyes.
I’m letting the pain out,
With out any doubts.
I have to hurry up and let it go,
Before this pain consumes me and I lose control.
When she is around I have to wait a while,
See she doesn’t know but I have to force a smile.
I’ve moved on, so did you.
It’s scary to know you love me too.
Sure I could find someone else so I did not always feel so alone.
But they could never be you I would never feel like I am home.
This poem is for those people who can’t move on…..
Almost 11:45
On this cold night we’d meet in the park
A reason to make things right
Between the spaces in our hearts
Close to 11:45
I see my breath in the air
How can I go on alone in my life
Without you even there
My footsteps trace over and over
The night is getting colder and colder
Time passing me by
I haven’t seen goodbye
Until after 11:45
It’s 11:45
Expecting love soon to see
Our past come back to life
A gift from you to me
Passing 11:45
Disappointment lies inside
Lonely tears flood my eyes
Because I never saw love tonight
She won’t answer her calls
She won’t come to her door
I thought I gave, this woman my all
Although her love demanded more
She won’t listen to me
She won’t give me a chance
By the time I realize love didn’t show
I was replaced by another man
She won’t answer her calls
She won’t come to her door
I thought I gave, this woman my all
Although her love demanded more
She won’t listen to me
She won’t give me a chance
By the time I realize love didn’t show
I was replaced by another man
The clarity crystal
The fear inside deep concealed
The little courage gathered and enhanced by company to seem just sufficient,
Or did u but forget my plead moments ago
That you abhor me not for my completion,
A battle well fought
The defense so spiteful
The offense so tactical
Or did you but forget my advice moments ago
That the unsurpassed defense is by offense,
Fooled me to your echelon of idiocy
But of course you beat me on experience
Hadn’t l ever argued with you fool,
Or did l but overlook my own advice
That ‘never argue with a fool...........’
It seems l beat you in your own game
A dose of your own medicine per say
Delivered with precision, due care and professionalism,
Or did you but forget that "an archer without an arrow........
Had u consulted me before you mouthed
Mouthed and even chewed what u can’t swallow
Am remorseful if l hurt you because I never meant to
Just a tender but rigorous lesson
A little painful but more of unforgettable,
l now tell u hoping that u won’t but forget
"A fool dies by his own bow n arrow"
I hope that’s not what you are
And that "a wise man beats his rivals by their own bows and arrows"
That will be me!
DO YOU THINK THIS REALLY EVER HAPPENED VS. EARLY RELEASE?
As if jail and then prison wasn’t un-seemly enough
You took pleasure in making things exponentially rough
Each day you’d awake me with a start
Rattling my cage and making sure I don’t get too smart
I have to take some time to read between every line
You gave me s**t and took what little was mine
I want to take a little bit of time for reflection
Since you’ve already taught me about rejection
When you can describe how I feel within
When you can scribe a document promising no more sin
When I can sleep in peace one cannot own but only lease
Then I can complete this puzzle with every required piece
But in fruition where I’m likely headed is right back here
It seems I don’t mind the threats, the darkness and the fear
And then I remember the b***h of a wife who was always a curse
Well warden, I’ll stay in prison because living with her again would be far worse
© 2011.…..POEFREE
They spat. They spit on my name and changed who I really was.. just like that. They
assasinated my character. They need no alternate attack. Its astonishing how ones opinion can
make people cringe at the mention of you. Nevermind what good you've done. Nevermind the
times you've seen them through.
Still they spat. They spit behind my face and let it drip down my back. Rewriting all joys that i've
brought and erasing the lessons i've taught. Like it was slaves I bought. Like I raped their
daughters or bullied their sons or threatened their legacy. Like I signed the decleration of
independence knowing I had no intentions on letting them live independently.
But they still spat. They spit on my dreams and my hopes for decades to come. Though I'm far
from dumb. They put me in a mental bottle and corked me to one day be swallowed like aged
rum. Beneath the scum. Forgetting that I was part of the village it took to raise more than just
some. I was the one. The leader, the feeder, the father, the son.
Don’t
hate me, despise me
Don’t
cut me off, hide me
Don’t
put me in a corner to punish me
Don’t
mentally torture me
Don’t
yell, shout or scream at me
Don’t
tear share or scare me
Don’t
hurt me, nor squeeze me
Don’t
taunt, tease and thump me
Don’t
shove, crush, or bruise me
Don’t
push, pull or pummel me
Don’t
break me or blind me
Don’t
abuse me, or bleed me
Don’t
rape me, suffocate me
Don’t
murder me, lose me
DON’T
Good morning bedroom, thanks for the wonderful night.
Good morning sunshine, Thank you for the beautiful light.
Good morning my kitchen, you welcome me so bright.
With fresh smell of coffee, that warms me with delight.
Good morning, living room, you calm me before my flight.
To my job, that I am thankful for, this stays my plight.
Good morning car, that takes me many places’ right.
That keeps me safe and warm, providing a wondrous sight.
Good morning Lord and thank you, for keeping me forthright.
I pray for all the others, which are not so gracious or polite.
Good morning nature, your blessings, I would never slight.
Beauty of all the animals upon ground and up in height,
Now my morning done, thankful for the rest, that will excite,
I say, good evening, to all, before my words become trite.
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And I walk
across numerical figments
speaking hyperbole dialect to their imaginations.
Numb, blocky gaps
whisper invitation to secret club.
Enticing my stature
to belong
to become exponent’s side-kick.
So they can welcome me with open arms.
Coating my digits with inoperable tumors
double-knotted in hot pink laced bow
and baby-breath scent.
They even left a Walmart Rollback smiley face sticker
with crack residue on right cheek
and a comic-style bubble caption, “welcome home puppet”.
Yes!
This is exactly how Mother 1 told me it would be.
Kinda like marriage,
but less detail-oriented.
But, I could never fit in.
For I am neither positive
nor negative
about their (cult) ural ways.
Timing would always be off.
An arm from the clock that suffered a stroke at Midnight…
They’d never understand,
how they’d alter this unevenly, odd numerical figment.
For they’ll just calculate,
deduce,
my sum with rusty protractor.
This Zero, into a fraction...
© Drake J. Eszes
Who put you in charge of humanity
I’m not the one you wanted me to be
Feeling betrayed and abandoned in your eyes
Yet knowing what is right for me
The misfits will find acceptance and glory in their ways
The gangs, the Goth, the gay, the Wicca, the poor, the hungry, the challenged
Look at me! Do I need to conform? Change is needed, and I’m not the one.
Neither my color, nor my dress, nor my piercing, or my choices make me different
Being true to myself, with an acceptance of differences does.
It makes me who I am and I see the need for change
Only, I’m not the one.
Listen to what i'm saying, and not just what you hear
Don't jump to conclusions, and freeze me in a stare.
You think you know what's going on, but truth is you don't
So you can't tell me what i'm doing wrong, because who REALLY knows?
For all that matters, I could be seriously hurt
But if i said anything, you wouldn't understand at first.
You tell me what I'm thinking, and why I act the way I do,
Since when do you read minds? Thinking your eyes see through?
Well this isn't about what you see, or even what you hear
This is about listening to what I'm saying, but you couldn't care.
I'm telling you this now, just to be treated fair
Listen to what I'm saying, and not just what you hear.
Face speaks it all when I lie
Questions I cannot deny
Not for material gain do I cry
Just to hold breath I spy
Lead to breaking small laws
Smiling lies ….
Don’t call me a cheater
What I done was to better
City burning high
Punish me if betrayed
Ignore me not I will die
Smiling lies….
Laughing hidden cry!
She's so into herself, she'd never see
a marching band in front of her on the street.
He won't even look at me.
She drives me crazy as her mouth runs free
like scalding water all over me
and they all make me feel unneeded.
But its fine.
I don't mind.
cuz I'm
skipping town tonight.
I'm no coward, knocked out before the fight.
I'll just listen as you pull out your good knives
like I always do.
But you're...gonna listen too.
Where I go, I don't care.
Boston's too obvious, they'd find me there.
North Carolina sounds just right,
think I'm gonna go there tonight.
You know I'm the type
that always walks out without a fight.
Yet I've got bruises and my body aches,
guess I'll always be this way...
I'm a big talker with fancy words I never back up
but this time is different cuz
I've had enough,
I'm fed up
and I'm leaving town tonight.
Come on and pull out the big guns.
Hit me with the big ones.
You're in for the
surprise of
your life.
You're getting an earful tonight.
I'm skipping you and this town tonight.
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