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she wanted to cry but she couldn't
she wanted to feel but she wouldn't
she wanted something to fill her heart now empty
and full of despair
she wanted love and hope things that made her happy yet so sad
she wanted to be devoured by life in all its flowers and butterfly wings
she wanted so much,she wanted to much till having became a must and
she broke the morals and values that shaped and broke the code of honor
that made her. Till she only saw a stranger when she looked at herself anymore
Copyright © Tifarrah Miller | Year Posted 2009
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there was once a
starving puppy chained to a fence
and beat nearly to death
a puppy who despite stayed kind by some
miracle only angels could bring
there once was a tiny kitten who suffered from
terrible burns when she was set on fire by an owner
who cared like a terrible liar. still the kitten survived and is happy today by some
miracle only angels could bring
and there was once was a child and her pet needing only each other by some miracle
only angels could bring
Copyright © Tifarrah Miller | Year Posted 2009
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Children are special.Yes even the bratty ones.From that first moment out of the womb.they wrap there fist around your finger.There telling you no matter what happens i love you forever.
And then at four there already asking you were babies come from.
At eight there wanting to be closer to you.There minds are often full of thought.There growth you cant keep up with.It seems they grow a bit everyday.And they grow a bit wiser every month.
At 12 there not saying much of anything.I dont knows are a common way out.You worry wether theyll be okay or not.A thought pops in your head that maybe your child is gone replaced by a darker soulless being.
You say no and stick to your values and say children are special.Even if they dont know it.And a tear can be shed when they have their own and they say mommy.Children are special.Yes even the bratty ones
Copyright © Tifarrah Miller | Year Posted 2013
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I'm sitting In my wheel chair unable to move. But the doctors say there's nothing wrong.
they say it's just me.
days later I am walking again. what a strange phenomenon. Is my disease a blessing or
a curse. No doubt for sure it is eating me up. And when I feel a certain way will my legs
just go away.
I can't decided get depressed and I take some pills so I can rest. But I do not die why
am I not dead I wonder why?
soon I'm in a hospital where they help kids like me kids with bipolar, and depression,
and the conversion disorder like me.
But still It doesn't go away. It's with me now everyday.like a label on my face like
a sign of disgrace. This is me now. But I will not let it decide my fate.
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this chick i met at the store one day trying to sell me a jar or raspberry jam.
She said i looked familar.I said she looked familiar to
Elementary school.Third grade.Mrs brown was are teacher.
This girl always sat alone during lunch and at reccess .
Never had i realized how pretty she was so i asked her out to lunch.
When she said yes then trouble started spewing.
She hasnt stopped cutting her meat and shes putting splenda in her sprite drink.
When she speaks shes telling me all the names of her exs in alphabetical order and how it was always them and never her.I seriously doubt this ecspecially when she askes if id like to have a threesome with her sister.
I dont know how this psycho chick got me on date two.Shes pretty and all but thats all shes got too.
Sex is ackward.She insist her dog be in the room.She laughs hysterically the whole time and sleeps through the rest.
On date three i let her go gently.She said shed never forgive me and that i was by far the worst ex she ever had.I thought thank goodness for that.
On friday she called me and said all was forgiven.I asked her how she got my number?she said your mother gave it to me.By the way her name is smidgen isnt it.
I told her it was over.My temper started rising.
she said she didnt mind as her fifth ex was taking her back.I said good luck with that.
Never saw her again but that psycho chick still talks to my mother who says i should have proposed.I tell my mom if only you knew what that psycho chick put me through.
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god bless the broken where tears fall and smiles come to die
Save the unfortunate souls who have lost there way when because they knew not the way
God bless the broken road that barely stays afloat let it deliver souls to heaven that
have journeyed far
God bless the broken road let the children see stars in the sky.Let light flood into
darkened souls but god bless the broken road so I can find my way
Copyright © Tifarrah Miller | Year Posted 2010
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shes an angry woman when she was born her fist where clenched and at first she didnt make
a sound till the doctor poked her foot and she cried real loud. As a little girl she didnt
want to share toys she took what she wanted out of her brothers toy chest theyd wrestle
around for a little while then when she had won mom said stop and made her give the toy
back. SHe never took her daughters side.
She felt this was unfair thus she became the angry girl swearing and not caring she lost
a lot of friends that way. Boys turned away.
But her anger was understandable no one had a nice thing to say so why should she be
happy when all she understood and knew was anger and rage and as long as she was treated
that way the angry woman would show through and the beautiful women she truly was would be
dragged behind in her shadow with nothing to do
Copyright © Tifarrah Miller | Year Posted 2011
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the elderly man and the raven where not the best of friends. the raven teased the old man
about his upcoming death. You will die soon the raven would say. And for a life in which
you did nothing at all.
the old man did not reply instead he would simply sigh and carry on with the mocking
raven at his side
but this was not enough for the raven for in return for all his cruelty the old man
was very kind. And the raven simply could not understand.
then one night the old man woke with a fright. he thought of the raven and went
outside. And there all battered and bruised was the raven with little life left for it to
choose . With a little patch work the raven lived and lived to be a hundred the man lived to be very old they shared a toast on there last days at one point the raven stopped and asked curiously why?to which he simply smiled and replied because in all of us there is good inside.the raven smiled to then they closed there eyes and went to heaven together
Copyright © Tifarrah Miller | Year Posted 2009
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What happened brother we used to be close now we just fight with eachother
Growing up in the ghetto wasnt easy had to duck are heads so no one know we were white kids in a black neighborhood the roof leacked and the dog had more to eat than us but mama always had sundays off that meant praising the lord in church and monopoly till we were so tired from playing we passed out
What happened brother i thought you were proud of me for doing good in school i wish you would of stayed in school instead of hanging out at parties till three coming home smelling like alcohol and weed having mom yell at you telling you were no good stressing both of you guys out
What happened brother got a call today your no good daddy is dying and you want to see him maybe thats why you resent me cause my father will still exist in five years and yours was not in your life since you were two.
What happened brother they say you ran away from the hospital and its five days later i just want to know what happened?
Dear little brother im safe just to let you know but i wont be coming back anymore.my lifestyle choice has been a sham growing up in the ghetto you mess up and dig yourself into a pit im not calling it quits im looking to be a better man but you already are i did you wrong not the other way around .It's time i make amends inside is the money from dads will use it well champion.
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123 nurse says push babies first breath babies first cry baby looking mama in the eye beautiful site
123 baby teething baby shots so many tears mama wishes she could stop yet learning
words and making friends well half way anyway teaching that no no can go both ways
Shes mastering abc's and saying thank you and please all in 1 2 3 she might even be a prodigy
1 2 3 everyones applauding at her first speech and shes going out for ice cream chocolate her favorite flavor without the cheery on top just to sweet
daddy kisses mama on the cheek at least hes not not drunk just happy when happy drunk he tounges he punches walls not tonight hes happy cause shes graduating
1 2 3 shes about to pop the question daddy mama can i have a boyfriend an argument quickly ensues daddys mad cause mamas not taking it serious enough she laughed that was the wrong thing to do at home the girl goes straight to the room.
1 2 3 the arguing has finally ceased but theres a creaking down the hall 123 theres a stranger entering the room its to dark to see but she knows its her daddy hes come to give her a whippin at this time of night and hes telling her shes deserving of it all and tonight he says hell teach her about life 123 this this is wrong and they both know it hes going to molest her hes going to wreck her at 13 when she had her whole life ahead of her
1 2 3 bang theres a gasp mama pulled the trigger daddy took his last breath theres blood on the bed mama holds her daughter and cries
123 ambulance announce him dead on scene mamas put in handcuffs daughter goes to foster care mama in jail until the court date life is hell for the both of them till the judge speaks his peace he says for the crime commited i give you no time for protecting your child from a monster in the dark but i give you three seconds to leave this court room before i give you more than just community service and in 123 they escaped the courtroom to freedom never looking back
Copyright © Tifarrah Miller | Year Posted 2011
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