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Erica Berg Poem
I'm sick of the broken promises and open lies.
I could give you a million tries.
But the truth is you'll never change.
But my life you want me to rearrange.
I'm grown and I'm not dumb.
You choose everyone else and leave me numb.
It's been this way for over 20 years.
I still feel pain, but no longer do I shed tears.
You tell me I only call when I'm in need.
But that's not it I'm just sick of the lying feed.
When you call you talk to everyone else in the back.
And when I tell you how I feel, compassion is what you lack.
You tell me that your doing well.
But when I talk about my success and goals, you dont care, I can tell.
Instead you find a way to tear me down.
No wonder I dont want to be around.
Is it bad, that I dont miss you like you say you miss me?
Or is it that, the relationship I want, I've realized will never be?
Instead you support someone who's doing nothing.
But that person is the only one in your life that really means something.
I can never amount to what you want, but in my head I know I'm better off here.
Because deep down I feel like you dont care.
But this you'll never try to understand.
Even if I explain I'll get a reprimand.
You beg me to come back home closer to you.
But that will cause anxiety, sorry but its true.
You didnt come see me then, you dont come see now.
Your behavior towards me how can I endow.
When I have a family of my own.
You'll be the grandmother so of course you'll be know.
But dont plan on coming In my life that late of time.
Because you should have been there fulltime.
Remember a relationship goes both ways.
If I stopped trying it's because you never tried even back in the days.
I used to call but then the open lies and broken promises were there.
So from this point on not having you around is no fear.
Copyright © Erica Berg | Year Posted 2020
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Erica Berg Poem
Looking at your life, with the feeling of excitement and being overwhelmed.
You’re reminding yourself that you’re as tough as an elm.
Your stomach is growing and your feet are swollen.
It’s as if you’re not sure about this and feel your life is stolen.
You think to yourself there’s going to be forty fingers and forty toes.
All of them will surely have a cute little nose.
How will I survive the possible crying all through the night?
But I know that those sounds I will embrace even in the light.
Baby powder, with Johnson’s and Johnson’s all through the house.
With these mouths that will be here, the house will no longer be as quiet as a mouse.
They’ll all have someone to play with, but what happens if the jealousy appears?
How many nights will I go without sleep and end up in tears?
Forty fingers, forty toes, and then the college tuition's.
But to the family, that is excitingly four more additions.
All though days will be short and nights will be long.
I will never think that my life ever went wrong.
My quadruplet little ones, to watch and grow.
The love to all of them I will overflow.
That’s even more the chance of grand babies and more excitement.
That means there’s more chances of incitement.
There’s this feeling of being overwhelmed, but even more love.
I wouldn’t have changed it even from up above.
These quadruplets are ones that I can call mine.
My life will turn out even better than just fine.
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Erica Berg Poem
The feelings of your fingers deep inside me.
This is the time when our intimacy you can see.
The penetration given by our connection.
Theres never a time our body shows rejection.
How your lips taste on mine
Its ecstasy like doing a line.
When your tongue is what I feel.
Our intimacy is a steal.
When that burst of ecstasy explodes.
It's my turn to reload.
I kiss you on those sweet sweet lips.
As my body begins the thrust of my hips.
I kiss down on your neck, and breath in your ear.
Your body is now ready to share.
Your areola I run between my fingers.
That feeling I feel it, it lingers
I kiss down your body to your hips.
As my fingers slip in between your lips.
Your body full of excitement.
This feeling is an amazing enlightenment.
My tongue licks hips to thighs.
I look up and look into your eyes.
I see the sensation looking back at me.
Just let your body relax and be free.
My tongue touches your sensitive clit.
Some would said these actions are unfit.
I flicker back and forth and feel your body.
Now, your beginning to get soggy.
Circular motions to sensitivity.
This isnt the end to our festivity.
The explosion to my face.
The intimacy I embrace.
The toys come in to play.
The excitement does stay.
Double sided, connection is close.
In our facial expression this we know.
Slow and deep, sensual and intimate.
Our bodies begin to dilate.
Your moaning becomes louder.
Your body I want to devour.
You want more and more.
So faster and deeper to the core.
Your nails down my back.
Holding me tighter and my ass you smack.
You explode and look deep in my eyes.
Sometimes you say it's so good you want to cry.
We hold eachother close and kiss our lips.
Sometimes still with a slow thrust in the hips.
At the end of our connection.
We hold eachother showing affection.
We fall asleep in one another's arms.
Knowing neither of us is in any harm.
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Erica Berg Poem
You kiss my lips, I get weak
You touch my body, and I can’t speak
Your green eyes, I can get lost in every morning
I know it takes time, but your slowly opening
I see the fear in your eyes, your worried
But that fear can be buried
Your soft spoken, with a soft touch
Your smile means so much
I love how you feel when your laying on me
I love you, and I’ll make sure that this you see
Your smell is like a piece of heaven
I’d hold you close, because to me it’s a blessing
You touch me, I get butterflies
When I’m with you it’s like there can’t be gray in the skies
I’ll hold you tight, and I promise to never hurt you
Reassurance will be there and we will make it through
I love being around you, but I hate when you leave
But no matter what I know your hand I’ll retrieve
I’ll always love you with every inch you’ll see
And at the same time you can be with me
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Erica Berg Poem
I was born to be a survivor and a fighter.
That's why I became a writer.
As a child the physical abuse I endured.
Being a baby it was pretty absurd.
The child of recovering addicts.
Even one that still until recently would slip.
Watching a parent leave to get high.
My love to my siblings I did supply.
Growing up to verbal, mental and emotional abuse.
These are the reasons some things I did choose.
It started off with some self harm.
Then people started to notice my arms.
I needed something not as noticeable because of sports.
These marks were visible in shorts.
So I discovered drinking and it drowned by pain.
But an addiction is all I did gain.
At 14 I began to be moving from place to place.
And the truth of my feelings my mother couldn't face.
But none of this changed my ambition.
Sports and school I was still highly driven.
Coming out of the closet at this same time.
My mother made it seem like it was a crime.
I was being honest with myself.
I put myself high on my shelf.
Goals were created although my drinking was still around.
But that wouldnt stop me, I kept my feet on the ground.
A few times I did end up having to go away.
But those places, sometimes I wanted to stay.
As life continued I excelled in my sports and was an average student.
Never from school was I ever truant.
My parents thought it was weird I rather be in school.
But the treatment at home I didnt want to accrue.
Continued to bounce from home to home.
But I always found someone no matter where I did roam.
Time went by and I was done with the lies.
So one day I picked up and said my good-byes.
I joined the Army to begin my own life.
All my insecurities and my hatred for myself I had to fight.
I was given a new chance at life to be the real me.
Although some people wouldnt agree.
After graduation, I went home where I still didn't live with my parents.
I was a stronger person inside and out and this was apparent.
But still my loneliness of the love I craved from my mother.
It still would creep up, and it took over so here came life of another.
I began to experiment with drugs, it was my cover up for the pain.
I felt unloved by the people I wanted to love me most, which I still did not gain.
I was happy when I wasnt in reality.
But one day, my grandma got sick and my life needed clarity.
It took until 2008, after 4 years of the things I did.
To realize I needed to be around and not wind up dead.
I'll never say I didnt have support, but the one that I wanted never came through.
So the separation between us two grew.
More types of abuse was experienced, none of the type I've already mentioned.
But I figured if I ever said anything I would be told it was for attention.
The darkness that grew in my head.
These three separate incidents made me want to be dead.
Two weeks before my hero, my grandmother had died.
I was forced to move to Pennsylvania and all I did was cried.
I began to drink more because my life was slowly being torn apart.
The death of my grandmother tore up my heart.
I gained so much weight and hated myself even more.
I couldnt find the happy me even deep in the core.
So I did everything to try and fill that void.
Even if it meant that my happiness had to be destroyed.
I was away one weekend with my unit who hated me for being so strong.
I was a month away from deployment and one guy made me feel so wrong.
More abuse endured by someone that was supposed to be a friend.
That's when my stay in PA had to end.
My paternal grandparents then got sick.
They didnt pass immediately but it was pretty quick.
I packed up and left to try to be with them before they passed.
For me to move to Virginia my grandmother always asked.
By the time I got there she had already left us on earth.
But my grandfather was still around, and the move I took it for all it was worth.
The best move i have ever made.
Although I have family that are mad I have stayed.
But this was for me, I'm not glad my grandparents got sick.
But maybe that was life's one little trick.
The one to get me where I needed to be.
To get me to find and love the real me.
I've been off drugs except for weed for twelve years.
If I was still in MA I would have covered up more tears.
People think I'm being selfish.
But for me to be independent and happy its what I always did wish.
Even when people judge me and call me names.
Yes I'm not gonna lie on my inside it sometimes sets a flame.
But that's because people are too quick to judge.
But because of their believes they wont want to budge.
But I've learned through life that when people aren't happy with themselves.
They want to be bullies even as an adult because they hate theirselves.
It makes them feel better to talk about another.
So their hate and insecureness of themselves can be smothered.
But I am me, I am independent, and hard headed.
But I've endured quite a bit, although my past I still have not shredded.
I'm strong and confident.
And I have no problem giving someone else a compliment.
Love while you can and learn from your past.
Because your living life on earth is not going to forever last.
Love with all that you have and help when you can.
And always remember to try and have a plan.
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Erica Berg Poem
I see in the world, still today hate, racism, and discrimination.
We're supposed to work together under one nation.
I'll never understand how people can judge by skin color, orientation, or beliefs.
I hope one day everyone that gets hated on will get some relief.
I have black, white, middle eastern, and Chinese in my family.
Being racist or discriminatory I could never be.
I have gay, straight, and bi in my blood line.
Still in 2021 some people see this as a crime.
Mental health, handicapped, and addicts are in my family tree.
Color, orientation, and/or illness i do not see.
Lil Baby was right "its bigger than black and white"
We need to see the bigger picture, the problem is the way of life.
Spread love, NOT HATE it starts with each individual.
But it can't be just words, it needs to be visual.
Instead of judging color, look deeper to the mind and heart.
Thats where we each can start.
Teach our kids of love and not discrimination.
Then maybe this world can stop the separation.
Lil Baby said "every colored person ain't dumb and all whites not racist."
This world need to wake up and face it.
There's separation for many and it needs to stop.
Then maybe hate crimes can drop.
Politics are part of our issue too.
I have Trump and Biden fans in my friends and fam, but everyone has beliefs, what can I do.
Politicians are bullies and spread hate.
Look at their campaigns they're grown bullies and separation they create.
The world needs love and to not categorize.
Theres bad Individuals in all groups, and if we can remember that then maybe above hate we can rise.
Bad whites, bad blacks, bad cops, bad doctors, but on the opposite end most are good.
So spreading love, opening our minds to diversity and educating ourselves on what we don't understand is a should.
-Erica Berg 2021
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Erica Berg Poem
In everything I do, my all is what I give.
So when you hit me hard I wont forgive.
You threaten me with things, when you dont get your way.
I'm actually glad you didnt choose to stay.
Now my dreams and life I can fully live.
You want your cake and eat it too.
But that wont happen look at you.
You want my sympathy and you act pety.
When you left me, I was ready.
I just wish to yourself you could be true.
You want to talk on your conveniece.
I really dont understand your reasons.
When I ask you a question, you ignore.
I am so glad you chose to walk out the door.
Now you can deal, since to you our marriage was an inconvenience.
You make things harder than it has to be.
Threatening me, because you refuse to meet up with me.
Have you not learned life ain't just about you.
Really I thought through these years you grew.
Apparently the truth of that I didnt see.
I never bad mouthed you or said anything mean.
For six years I treated you like a queen.
After we split you said things of kind manner.
Now you cant even answer.
The confusion on my face i wish you seen.
Like I said you cant have your cake and eat it to.
Cause after this divorce I'm am completely through.
I don't want you calling my phone
Remember your good and grown.
Trust me I'm done and this is true.
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Erica Berg Poem
I miss how you used to stick up for me even if I was wrong.
It’s been a while since you’ve passed, and it’s been too long.
You’re my grandmother and always made me feel free.
You accepted me as me, even if my actions you didn’t agree.
It’s been awhile since you’ve passed, and it’s been too long.
No more can I call you, when life seems like it is all wrong.
You accepted me as me, even if my actions you didn’t agree.
I wish by the water I lived so I could talk to you by the lovely sea.
No more can I call you, when life seems like it is all wrong.
Always, no matter what obstacle I was facing, you had made me feel like I did belong.
I wish by the water I lived so I could talk to you by the lovely sea.
Then by the water I would talk and then I could just let the negative be.
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Erica Berg Poem
Why do I care so much about health?
Why is it when I see negativity I melt?
I can't ever be seen or understood.
I'm just told this and that is what I should.
What I should do, regardless of my feelings.
But its my mental health that continues healing.
A grandma that smokes in bed with a 5year old.
But me to care is too much, so I turn cold.
A 5yr old that is over ninety pounds.
But I say something and its just sounds.
A 5yr old that wears clothes to fit a 14yr old girl.
The feeling in my stomach is just a curl.
But I say something and I get told, I know.
But will the grandparents conscious ever grow.
I get told I need to show her love and affection.
But she's mouthy and spoiled so I show rejection.
Due to the grandparents spoiling her.
Their tendencies for her to never be here for sure.
They fill her with a horrible diet.
But I need to be extra quiet.
I'm not allowed to say a word because I'm wrong.
Its always the same old damn song.
Shes 5 with a fatty liver.
But the grandparents, food they still give her.
She wants something anytime we go out.
When told no its a shout.
A spoiled brat is what she is, and I'm wrong.
But its always the same damn song.
My fiancee wants me to be better.
But its hurts my heart everything in the letter.
I go all in and put my 100% in.
But then paw paw says I need to stop, I can't win.
My fiancee says I need to try.
But I do, and if I correct the child she starts to cry
An unhealthy environment but I can't speak.
Then if I do the grandparents freak.
When its ok to fill a child's lungs with smoke is ok
And the child smells like a ing ashtray.
Maw maw thinks its fine.
Not letting a child choose crosses a line.
Letting a child sit on screen time forever.
But she's obese, it should be more so never.
I dont know what to do.
What else is ing new.
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You words put fuel to my bones.
But that's okay because I get into my zones
You want to call me names.
Damn dude I'll put your name to shame.
You make me laugh with your behavior.
Because now I just earned another hater.
You run your mouth again behind my back.
But when I'm at your house your words you seem to lack.
I laugh cause its like you cant face me like a real man.
Or is it because putting you In your spot, you know I can.
Your a coward, a fake, and not real.
Trust me I dont care how you feel.
You continue to talk down to your daughter.
With all the honking out your mouth it makes me think of an otter.
Your all talk and no action.
The outcome is not going to be to your satisfaction.
How cant you see that you're hurting your own offspring.
But dont worry your ex wife is too so dont take credit for this whole thing.
Parents aren't suppose to hurt their children.
But apparently that care, you keep very well hidden.
What's your problem, you scared of change?
Do you really want them to become estranged?
You have no say in anything.
But because you like to be I control I bet in your head that's a bad ring.
Your gonna hate yourself for how your being.
Your ex is going to realize that reality is what she is seeing.
People move on and dont need to live with their parents for ever.
But since you both look down on your daughter, that sounded clever
Well it smacked you in the face.
One day this whole thing we will trace.
You'll see you both were wrong.
Every day, all along.
But dont think respect from me you'll receive.
Since our relationship you've trash talk and do not believe.
Well when the family begins to extend.
Trust me you two I'm not playing pretend.
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