As a child,
Like a grown up, you would put on my make-up,
In my heels you'd stumble trying to stand up.
As a child,
Knowingly, you played at 'mothers' with your friends
Each one using grown up language in pretends.
As a child,
Many times you would not do as you were told,
Capricious, stubborn as any eight-year-old.
As a child,
Already knowing that you wanted to be
A loving mother, exactly, just like me.
As a child,
Peas in a pod, we went through it together
Daintily dancing through all kinds of weather.
Time has passed, and even though you're grown up now
Admit, you can't hide sometimes stumbling somehow
like a child.
Stubborn as heck ~ that's me
A heavy sigh leaves me
As the quiet night shrouds my thoughts
I think to myself
Like a matchstick
Shining so bright
But not for long
Words to describe my behavior
A spark at first, only to be doused the wind
Even if not on purpose
The intensity gone
The thrill turned to smoke
I love everything yet love nothing
I admire the way and works of the world
Ideas cover my mind like an artwork
Though I see to no action
My spirit willing
My flesh weak
In chase of competence
I dress my self in the inconvenience
Of my actions
Though hurting
I turn a blind eye knowing what it costs me
" You have something going for you"
What exactly?
I am not complete
My fortress a glass box; Yet I hope for coverage.
Doubt is within
My stubborn nature acting as an armor
What do you think?
So much is spoken
by this scene of the world,
a king's stubborn hatred,
a disaster upon my home from God.
Someone please tell me
the state of that battlefield -
is this a sight of a school
or graveyard of children.
They fall from the open sky
and merged into the earth,
the home of my dreams
turned back into a dream again.
Dismissive of facts,
a willful blindness prevails,
entrenched defiance!
Love is the gift given by my dream giver
He told me she is perfect in my site and I know he is right
Love she is tender at heart.
Trusted by me forever
Helen she brings me life
The Lord is kind in his creation
He made her better then all
In my site I know she Loves me more than all
In my heart My love for her is created to never die
Helen is Chosen by God to be best friends from forever
I knew her from before my creation she has always been at my side
Cat and mouse Tom and Jerry
forever chasing through the library
they’re really true blue best of friends
though both refuse to make amends
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Stubborn man
Is living free
He can live the way he wants
He doesn't want people
To tell him what todo
That is one thing
That he hates
He is already a senior
People tell stubborn man
That he should give some of his money
To God
He gets upset with that
That is something he won't do
Another thing he is an atheist
Also he hates when people
Mention God to him
Also he doesn't have faith in God
Stubborn man
Is living free
He can live the way he wants
He doesn't want people
To tell him what todo
That is one thing
That he hates
He is already a senior
People tell stubborn man
That he should give some of his money
To God
He gets upset with that
That is something he won't do
Another thing he is an atheist
Also he hates when people
Mention God to him
Also he doesn't have faith in God
I know we’ve turned the page and closed the book.
The final line is written, plain to see.
But still, some words of yours get in my head,
Like a melody that won't let me be.
My heart has rooms that sigh with dust,
Of ashes in a long-extinguished hearth.
I should sweep clean, let go, as good folks must,
But even dust is dear—for what it's worth.
I find your shadow waiting at the door,
And know it is but memory, just air.
I've new stories now, and yet what came before
Still holds a cruel and bittersweet affair.
But I know you still like me, and that's the thing,
And I like you too, a quiet, stubborn truth.
It's just a ghost that lingers in the cracks,
Trapped in these silent, broken, separate tracks.
I have reasons to worry
stubbornly I refuse to send mixed messages
~ a smile I might shatter
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time is a river flowing
it lets nothing stand in its way
~ obstinately speeds in one direction
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
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The Stubborn Heart”
Stubborn as stone, he stands his ground,
Words like rivers, he won't let them drown.
Eyes set firm, with fire and pride,
Even truth must wait till he's tried.
He sees threats wherever he may go,
Every word—a weapon poised to throw.
Sharp as knives, his cold replies,
Send chills down spines and truth to lies.
He hides his pain, but weeps in the shade,
Regrets and traumas carefully laid.
In silence he curls, where no one can tell,
A prisoner of pride in his own shell.
But even stone can crack with time,
And healing grows where love will climb.
A touch, a word, a hand held tight—
Can lead him gently back to light.
He has a tendency to listen to no one
A proclivity to overreact, he is not fun
His ideas lean toward the conservation realm
Has propensity to look danged stubborn on film
A desire to die, found myself lazily lie,
Oh—'Without pain,' then why even try?
Hanged dupatta on a fan left running,
It spun, it tore—just threads kept churning.
Asked GPT for methods of death,
And back came '10 Ways to Be Happy' instead!
It said- "Just hold this night alive",
Weird—was I meant to be gone by sunrise?
Funny, right?...
Sped at 70, reckless and rash,
The driver behind just roared in a flash.
Called me "mad" - mocked without a crash,
And yet, I lived—a pity, couldn’t even bash!
Dared to walk late at night,
Thought murderers might set things right.
But what they shared was philosophy's advice,
Ranting like life coaches— too precise!
Decided to jump from a height,
Got famous—landed on a bull's back thrice.
At last, the tired bull kicked me deep,
"Best to try next time", I sighed and went to sleep.
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