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You made the mistake and now, your afraid to face this day. Your thoughts are racing through and through. You wonder if your family looks at you as a disgrace, but you'er mother takes you and reasures, your very much loved in grace. Even though your much to young for this breathing little thing this has become. You couldn't just throw it out like it was a peice of trash. So you grow up and take the path that led you to your best mistake for years to come.
Since first I saw you, it was your eyes, mesmerizing, your gaze transporting me to a realm, not of fantasy, real, where young men go when cupid's arrow takes root. Since first I saw you, it was your lips, captivating, holding me frozen in anticipation of our lips brushing for the first time. Since first I saw you, it was your voice, a crescendo, light, invigorating, each word you speak intensifies my hearing, enveloping each note, time ceases as I hang motionless savoring, memorizing. Since first I saw you, it was your hair, long, flowing, gently rising above your shoulders as a slight breeze passes through sending waves of your essence my way. The sun magnifying each strand, highlighting the minute variances of invigorating color, creating a halo effect, a portrait of your beauty forever imprinted. Since first I saw you, It was you, my love forever more for you, only you.
The man with the plastic bug in his head monopolized my dreams last night in the place that the horsefly of my dignity finally surrender to the impresario without a fight. Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia reminding the rustiness of the purple child flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind. The disinheritance of my immortality the final day discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love restored my will to escape manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above. Released from the plastic bug in my head try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky laughing,singing,whispering,playing seven days and seven hours before he dies.
When the exams comes, The mats copy turns into sums. We have to leave everything, Also our little dear chums. There are terrible nights that vary, only books & books are everywhere. All the books are alive, Shouting, you don't have any spare time. In the examination hall, the question paper is very tall. But the time is not enough, to write answer of all. And when the exams are all over at last, I want to reach home a little bit fast. To enjoy and enjoy a lot, forgetting all the painful days of the past. I thought I would play & only play, and to open the books no one say. And when I reached home, My mother presented biscuits decorating a tray. The next two days I did enjoy, But then my mother said. don't you have to study you lazy boy!! Always playing with one or another toy. That day I knew that days of enjoyment are very few , And between enjoyment study always grows !!
She cried, She died inside over and over again, She was trapped in herself and she had no way of escaping. Taking drugs to dull the mud that's been in her eyes for years. She's so far away from reality that it's like she is constantly sleeping. She has to remind herself what's fictional and what's fact because the hallucinations wouldn't let her breath, they'd lie to her every chance she gets. Turning her mom into a monster not butterflies suddenly this high becomes a nightmare. One she had been fighting for so long, 16 and still traveling the same rode as so many younger than her. She didn't listen to all the voices that tried to tell her what she was missing because truly reality is the thing that makes life worth living. To her reality was the guy who had raped her constantly when she was young, Why choose reality when you could live in a dream world where everything had excuses. Not only could she not recognize the girl who cried constantly in the mirror but she'd done so many things to herself that even her eyes were a different color. It hurt so bad not to remember so she continued to fade until soon it seemed better. In an idiotical world where there were always smiles, It wasn't until she got help that she realized the real world was never always pleasant. It was filled with hate and lies and pain but that's something real and something she needed to face. Something she needed to open her eyes to, life would never be cake and she couldn't have her victory without tasting poison at least once. So when the tears dried and the wounds healed she signed up for a special thing a thing called GED and she got it.
The little girl who begs for mercy is away, her angry alter-ego took her place. The little girl might possibly come back someday, But now her eyes gleam red on her fair face. All the wicked things she said and did, It was not her but that evil thing. Maybe the little girl just hid, Afraid of all the alter-ego may bring. She is evil, can't you understand? The sadness, the anger and hatred she gives, Is it possible to withstand? But maybe inside that evil thing, the little girl who begs for mercy lives.
Dry your tears, clear your eyes Ease your pain with mournful sighs Soon the grief will fade away, When you hear what i have to say. I don't mean to pry In your business or life, But i don't like it when you cry... I want to know what is wrong in your life! Don't shed away Tell me what's wrong And everything will be okay, No matter what you say. Everybody has problems, And everyone has pain, If you don't deal with them, You'll have nothing to gain. Dry your tears, clear your eyes Ease your pain with mournful sighs' Soon the grief will fade away...... When you hear what i have to say!
Here she comes, walking with pride. Her face is so vibrant, she looks so alive. Nothing can stop her, no one dares to try. Her entire life is corroded with deals, tricks, and lies. Her beauty is everything, her smile kills all It brings down the strongest men, makes the highest building fall. But when she comes home, The story does change. Her life's not so perfect, The positions rearrange. Her father's an alcoholic, and not very nice. She has a brother who gave up on school, and can't read or write Of all of her family, her mother is the worse. Sometimes she wonders if she'll survive this curse. He mother yells,and tells her that she's no good. She would give it all up, if only she could. At the end of the night she goes into her room, She begins to weep, and eventually cries herself to sleep. She wakes up the next day, Puts on a happy face, And goes to school as if nothing happened the previous night, Or that absolutely nothing is wrong with her life. So now that you've seen what's behind the closed door, I hoped you've thought about this girl a little more. With the utmost respect, I present to you, the life of someone "perfect".
Mom, you are my role model Raising me to a young woman, from a little girl Step by step, day by day You've done a great job, in so many ways When I need someone, you are always there I never have to doubt that you care I can always tell you what i'm thinking of Mom, you have my love You raised me the best you could Took care of me like any good mother would You brought me in this world, guided me through life Giving me the things every kid needs to survive You righted me when I was wrong many times you helped me stay strong Like many mothers, you've tried your best And mom, i'd say you passed the test Raising four girls by yourself Must have been harder than I could inmagine But obviously you knew just where to begin And for that i'll love you to the end.....
For the life I live It is not of mine It is of my young For now, they can not see But it is of time For this love I have of them All that I have and all that I do Time will be for them to see So you see my young It's always been for you Though the hurting words From time to time The laughter we shared Its all because I cared For this life I live It is not of mine It is of time Time that will be For you to see
My head's up in the clouds I'm walking on air Thinking about you Without a single care 'Cuz nothing else matters Except for you and me What we want to happen And who we want to be Am I to excited Getting ahead of myself I know another broken heart Is not good for my health I probibly need to calm down Maybe take a rest All these feelings happening Because you answered yes
the death of my brother was a tragedy,the thought of him keeps me awak ,i remember like it was just yesterday, me coming home from memorial at 7:30pm remembering nobody wanting me to know, knowing i'd go crazy. what you know i did knowing the closet thing to me is gone.
Thank you – Zamreen Zarook Thank you is a sweet word in the nature, You may be a guy of adventure, May be you are a person of agriculture, What matters is your architecture. Never forget the people, who guided you, In no degree neglect who were with you, Don't ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you, Because, you will meet them above you. People forget the past due to selfishness, They have no time to remember their unawareness, Society, most of the times behave in awfulness, They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness. Be a person to thank and remember, Don't consider them as December, Because, you might need them in November, So, always be as a good subscriber.
We have been together treasured joy now for many years we trust each other with our emotions, with affection, tears, Any day when you are sick or hurting I feel your pain - significant other, when eighter-one needs attention we help one another... These mutual friendly feelings for assistance, approval, support form our tight bonds, usually never broken Sharing visions, time together we respect each other, regardless of shortcomings I know you, "I love you anyway"
, Lord thank you for this life, As I have lived a full life, It was not always as I would have like, But I lived it to the best of what I could, I'm going home; Home to the place I want to be, I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me, I have been a long weary believer, As I've been away to long, I now know what I've been searching for, As He's been there in me all along, I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be, I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me, I have been and seen lots of places in life's journey, Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places, I hear familiar voices calling me to come home, I see familiar faces looking at me, I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be, I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me, My time is near, the hour I know not, I see Jesus' face across the Heaven's, I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home, I can't wait for my real life to begin, I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be, I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me. By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS Copyright 2011 VISIT US AT: http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com
You women Know how to make The best of what you've got in you You do it everyday in your life
***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)*** "Storm over yet...?" "Well hay'ell ye'ah! woo-hoo! sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer. whadda'bou that boy th'er? sum'body git him'a cole beer too!" "Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!" "Wha'choo sayin? wha'th'a? na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed! shoot! 'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm! torna'durr warnin' too! he gonna have him'a cole burr; on me!" my treat! mama, git him'a cole burr! ro'tt now; ya'here? besides... ta'days father's day!" © 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire
Did The Lord Build Your House? This house of ours is "plain." But is still standing. We're "simple folks..." By many people's understanding… We may not have much of what is "socially appealing"… But we have love in our hearts. And this is a good feeling! We may not be "wrapped up" in much of this world's entertainment. But we seek God's peace and a desire for contentment. We, as a family, have one purpose and "calling" in mind. To seek God's ways of being merciful and kind… Each day we pray with much thankfulness in our hearts… For this is where happiness and gratitude starts! We're thankful to the Lord for his unfailing grace… And for keeping us together in this special place… We're blessed to have a God who is truly worth finding. His word in our lives is precious and worth memorizing! "Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain that build it!" God must rule and reign… So his love can completely fill it! By Jim Pemberton
Let the Deicide commence. You're a voyeur at best! Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest! And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence, And for you there is no forgiveness, On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies; The father of lies. I will never be enslaved in your superiority The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies. Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be Apollo and I will share our dreams, and you will be forced to see your failure! I know who you are... Readily the first to present your scars Chained by some despot or mental czar An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate! ...And you see me suffering Not caring of any casualties Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways Solipsist - Is there no one you can see? Even if she was presented burning? Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe? Even if Sophia was screaming? Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me Imprisoned in your own personal reality
Rondelet: Yang be evil for the continuously raped and hidden minors of India Yang be evil Yin acts with rash impunity Yang be evil No power controls the Devil Wombs despoiled in mad enmity Innocence: raped humanity Yang be evil (c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
You've been thrown left and right, Crying to yourself every night, Thinking all has gone wrong, & you won't be giving up after long.. You've been heartbroken One Two many times: From old boyfriends, To lies; Father walked out, Baby killed by mistake; Your mom has disowned you, But she still shows you lust… Everybody knows the truth, The pain that you do not choose; They see what you show, But see me… I, T'Keyah Wilder, I already know… You've raped and thrown from left to right; Crying to yourself every night; Everybody saying they understand, But you know you're the only One who knows your pain ; On this land… It's a matter of time, Before you kill yourself, Stressing yourself, Hurting you and everyone else; Blaming yourself for, Mistakes not purposely made; Crying every time you feel like you just got Laid, You want the true love, Love shown from the heart; Honestly, Coming from your big sister; I think you need a fresh start, Easing your pain with nicotine; I'm surprised you're not Sippin lean… I know it may be hard, To forget about the past, But there's one thing; I must ask from you and I Want this to last; Promise me, you'll try your best To stress less, & pray more… Listen to God; Put him above… All; We're not close like we used to be, But you know I'm just a phone call, Away… Not far from you.. But I wish you'd realize, This too… Stressing is not working, Cause death, the devil, lies, & fear are lurking.. Promise me; You'll try to be the best you can be… Dear Little Sister from another Mister! <3 RiP auntie bby ; djF .
I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile. you are the best, always by my side. I tell you my feelings will get you crying, you must think I'm out of my mind. You don't know, what I know, all the angels let me go. We were born to teethe and die, you will grow to be so fine. Fall in love, feel your softer side, Remember me when life is kind. When you go, let me know, don't walk away like the world and go. Life is rough and the world unkind, fight them down and you will be fine. The truth of live is a brutal sight, make no mistakes, you can learn from mine. You have a strong heart, you are unique I treasure times when you smile at me. Live the life, I could not find, be there for me, when I say goodbye.
If I Could Have Gotten Your Embryo Before You Were Born I Would Have Sheltered You Safely and Protected Your Form ... I'd Have Put You In My Womb & Flowed You Knowledge Like In A Tubric & Patted My Expanding Belly As I Played You Music And As You Got Ready To Arrive From The Birth Canal You Would've Known My Breasts Would Be Ringing Like Welcome Bells! ... Eager To Suckle You Breast Feed My Own Flesh & Nourish So You Could Grow Strong ... In Love's Encourage I Would've Held You In Wonder & So Close Tenderly Amazed At This Little Bundle, Breathing, Piece of Me ... And When You Turned One Or As You Sucked Your Thumb Or Eating Baby Food Jars of Plums ... I'd Have Given You Trumpets & Drums ... And Building Alphabet Blocks & Superman Capes & Stuffed Teddy Bears & Oatmeal Cookies & Grapes I'd Have Read You Stories From Capt. Adventure Books You'd Have Known You Were Loved By My Proud Mama Looks I'd Have Spent Time With You Showing You How To Tie Your Shoe Rocked You If You Caught The Flu or Any Sniffles You Went Through ... I Would Have Played With You & Prayed With You From Crawling To Walking Paved The Way For You Yeah, I Would Have Fussed At You & When Needed Even Spanked You Too & I'd Meant: This Hurts Me More Than You 'Cause You're The Little Symbiot, Mama Grew So, You Would Have Known You Were Loved & Treasured You Would Have Known Your Worth Couldn't Be Measured Nor Compared To Anyone Else At Any Point In Time 'Cause You Are The Best Because You Were "Mine" * * * * * * * But I Never Knew You But Believe Me If I Had ... I'd A Made Sure You Had A Loving Mom & Dad And You Would've Never Been Abused Or Treated Bad ... But From Now On Find Your Joy To Replace What's Sad Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/12/2013 by: MoonBee Canady
I cherish you, If you cherish me. You brought me to life, We began to meet through time, Even though, Sometimes you don't comprehend me, Sometimes you don't understand me, That sometimes time isn't enough, That sometimes instincts get uncontrolled..., But still, You were designated for my life, And you profile my living... We share lives... Although, Time brings maturity, And time doesn't last forever, As well as we don't last forever... There is no such thing, As total perfection, Even though, Thank you...
You Drive me into this Malice, into this Maze I can only see the last of days Your Creation Failed With Me Burn with malice as you bridge to the plains of ennui
I'm painting up my face and nails with just a touch of teen. Cos' Mama's inspection never fails; of child and adult I'm in between. Daddy answers the door below; a nervous young man appears. Glaring with a fatherly glow dear old dad nearly brought him to tears! Quickly I brush my hair once more and down the stairs I fly. Bye we say and we're out the door; I swear I saw my mama cry! Off we go in his silver caddy and I ask him where we're going. I'm sweet sixteen and free of Daddy so I guess my excitement was showing. To a movie and casual dinner is what this boy had planned. I said "sounds like a winner" and thus the flames were fanned. He treated me to a burger and fries; afterwards we shared a kiss. All you could hear were panting sighs; my practice pillow never felt like this! A very special night of firsts- my first kiss, my first date. The night rolled on with happy bursts until it grew to be late. I never wanted all this to end- thought I was falling in love! Impressionable it was easy to send my heart up to heaven above And so that was my very first date- finally at home I did arrive. Daddy was waiting by the front gate to make sure his little girl was alive! for Frank H's contest "First Date"
Missing you is like feelings of thee morning dew. The very first time I glanced at you, something like a widow a woman that husband has died. Wishing we had just a little more time. Wishful thinking believing everything you ever said was true shows how bad I want to be with you. Reminiscing over here dwelling on the past, indicating a desire of admiration I grasp. Adoration and appreciation is what I feel for you, longing suffering missing and enduring the lost just to speak to you. From morning till midnight, sunset to sunrise moving into the afternoon time I'm missing you. Arousing emotional response in motion missing you is my religion. My system of belief, therefor you're an apostle sent by Christ making me a flock of one in your missionary. Leaving me with anxiety and tension I stay missing. Impatient for your fulfillment, missing you is an addiction and psychological dependence. Needing to see you even for a minute, in a recession I remain unchanged retain missing you.
A Mothers Meditation I taught her better. I didn't want this for her She's followed my tracks Look at her, life is ruined She knows not what she's done The Daughters Disposition Wow, what did I do? I can't bear the pain she flaunts Her disappointment… Stings… like a swift kick inside What on earth was I thinking? A Teen Dad's Train of Thought Did I? I didn't! It wouldn't have felt as good… She took the pill right? What if, she was with other guys? What do I tell my parents? "Studies and surveys of young teen males show they are worried the pleasure experienced during intercourse will diminish with the use of a condom." Source: http://www.pregnantteenhelp.org/statistics/teen-condom-use-statistics/ © All rights reserved Contest: Mom, I'M PREGNANT! 05/19/2011
Pleasures await you by the seashore, And in the coming months Invest in your family; today and tomorrow, Pleasures await you by the seashore. Your first choice will be the wisest to follow; Do not put all your stocks in the market. Pleasures await you by the seashore And in the coming months... (1 Year Anniversary Dinner at Sydney's Buffet)
Okay, tomorrow Father's dayy & i'm sitting here thankingg about all my father's done for me . . Yeaa, he gave me money from time to time, but it wus nuthang compared to what momma gave (: , she gave up her teenage life just to raise me how she wanted me and she worked hard to keep a roof over my head with plenty of food . . if i had a personal problem, momma was first to know and momma knows me better than ANYONE..! Yess, i tell my friend about this & that, but believe it or not ;; my momma gone always know ! If i lost my viginity, momma knows & momma can try to stop me, but most likely imaa listen to myself & go down the wrong road.. my momma keeps my head up and on tha right track . . she's my motivation and righht hand ;; i may act a fool from time to time, but my momma gone ALWAYS be here ! whn friendss walk away and family is no where to be found, momma gone always be right by my side with a shoulder to cry on, a smile to share, and a ear to listenn;; Whenever my inquiring mind wants to know something.. momma knows the answer and its the best one in tha world (: her love is like no other andd she's my EVERYTHING !! she carries her label "Momma" to the fullest and ionn care what NOBODY says, " MY MOMMA IS THE BEST ONE AROUND : D " .! - if you wnna get respected by youur label "Momma OR Daddy"; Yu gotta takee care of your responsibilities (: , momma took care of BOTH sides of responsibilites, so i stand here today as a young adult in the making wishing her a happy father's dayy (: , i love yu mommiee ! *Oan' Happy Fatherss day Gmaa ` Dana Davis` && Happy father's day to all the othr mothers out making thangs happen and working hard for their kidss . . .! "Happy father's to the brave men, the real men, the men that accept their responsibilities and never turned their back on their children, and thank you to the great mothers that embrace the challenges of playing the role of both mother and father for their children when those cowardly men were never there to face their own responsibilities... Happy father's day!" - LexussJonessSaid It Bestt (: -
Buried secrets…pulled out of dank soil and shoved into the light Unjustified accusations, exhausting and expensive to fight Tainted and tattered relationships flutter in and endless wind Impossible to undo or explain, especially to a young mind, closed within Wistful memories of easy smiles and open affection Innocence gone; hatred coaxed by lies and deception Love too strong and proud to let go, perceived as little more than a show Lost for words as his disrespect slowly smolders and grows Lingering awkward anger, followed by confusion and sighs Each hateful word and hostile look, thrown like daggers from eyes I don't recognize Torn between a mother's hope and helpless frustration He is resolute; seeing only black and white…allowing no gray in this situation I have given up explaining, reasoning, and rationale that falls on deaf ears My heart breaking with each failed attempt; desperately fighting back tears Gone forever is the boy I knew only months ago Oblivious to my intent and resolute to his own; my heart tells me to say no, …But I will let him go
As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being "disintegrated." Many are being driven by sin's temptation force… It's no wonder much of this country is way "off course." The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a "spiritual separation." Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a "thing of the past." Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He's the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It's only God that can meet all of our needs! He's our provider… The great: "I am!" Won't you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God's holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; "Lord please forgive our sins!" Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton
Golden, Full Moon Shone On All The Harvest, That's Grown Welcome In Our Home
Everybody knows that it's against the law for grown men and grown women to date all of the underage boys and girls,. let alone a 14-year-old boy or a 15-year-old girl. The law also states that any adult who tries to have this so-called "intimate sexual relationship" with any of the underage boys and/or girls would likely go to jail for a period of time and upon release, they'll have to be register sex offenders for the rest of their lives. It seems that those teen girls would rather date men in their 20's or 30s than guys their age and those teen boys would rather date women twice their age than girls their age, as well. but luckily, their parents (the mothers and the fathers) are here to prevent these so-called "May-December" relationships from ever happening, especially when they're protecting their teenage offspring from dirt-bags like these would-be pedophiles. But no matter what the parents do, no matter how hard they try, their teen sons and/or daughters, they secretly continuing dating older men/older women, even at night (midnight, 2 am, or 3 in the morning, e.g.). And the next thing everybody knows, their parents, they will have found out about it; thereby finding them in bed with the adults; their parents should make multiple police reports and pud the cradle robbers behind bars for good. Boy this is starting to look like an episode of "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" (Season 6-Episode 19-Intoxicated featuring Danielle Panabaker) and an episode of "Snapped," especially when Sarah Johnson killed her own parents in cold blood because she was afraid that the late Mr. and Mrs. Alan and Diane Johnson would send this guy name Bruno Santos to prison or have him deported back to Mexico for statutory rape (by way of dating a then-16-year-old girl). There's no way that those teen boys and teen girls are ever going to get into a bunch of serious, intimate relationships with a bunch of would-be cradle-robbing adults. They need to concentrate on their education and they need to be with guys and girls their age. I mean, one teen boy dating a n adult female? One teen girl dating an older man? My God, their parents will be seriously upset about this. Who on Earth would be dumb enough to fall for an older woman or an older man? And if these would-be pedophiles in the form of grown men and women even attempt to rob these teen boys and girls of their innocence and whatnot, the parents are going to have a problem up in here.
I cannot get into heaven God I have tried! Suicide is a double edge sword Especially when you survive! Walking the streets at night Dazed and confused Longing to be loved Wondering... When is Mum, coming for me? "Does she still love me?" "Does she still care?" "Does she still think of me?" "Does she wonder, where I am?" I want her to come find me I want her to say she 'loves me' I want her to comfort me I want her to take me home And keep me safe And not forget hat I exist Like the way she treats me now I wish God Could make my Mum Magically appear Making this hellish nightmare On the street Disappear! "Send my Mum please!" So, all this can end! Before this last ray of hope Diminishes for good! I don't want to become The walking dead Forever forgotten as if I was never born! For this is the cruel, harsh reality Of living life, feeling unloved Uncared for, abandoned, Left to fend for my own A dangerous killer inside me Eating away, at my soul Something, no one can see As I suffer in silence My insides crippling! Lost, alone and frightened Weeping on a dirty Graffiti park bench Dirty tears Rolling down my cheeks Stuffing newspapers under my jumper To keep myself warm "What am I going to do?" "Will I make it through the night?" "Will I get raped and beaten?" "Will I be left for dead?" "Will I survive To see another day? "Is my life worth living?" Please God, I beg of you Have mercy now Please show me the way!
1 Billion Rising. For Men Everywhere. Stop! Listen! Think! Act! Stop! Stop the abuse! Of grand-daughters, colleagues, daughters, girlfriends, partners, mothers, sisters, nieces, wives, all women. Listen! Listen to the voices! Of grand-daughters, colleagues, daughters, girlfriends, partners, mothers, sisters, nieces, wives, all women. Think! Think of how you treat, grand-daughters, colleagues, daughters, girlfriends, partners, mothers, sisters, nieces, wives, all women. Act! Act now to change yourself! Stop! Listen! Think! Act! The violence, the abuse, the rape, stops when you stop, the violence, the abuse, the rape. Stop! Listen! Think! Act! The violence, the abuse, the rape, is perpetrated by, grand-fathers, colleagues, boyfriends, husbands, nephews, brothers, partners, fathers, uncles, men, all men. Stop! Listen! Think! Act! The violence, the abuse, the rape, stops when us men stop, The violence, the abuse, the rape, today, now. Stop! Listen! Think! Act!
When I hold your hand I know its true your love for me has truly grew from a hill to a mountain your the only one I can count on to be there when times are lonely in all your sweet kisses and hugs, you have shown me your love is my treasure and we can stand strong through any weather as turtle doves, we fly together forever when I hold your hand
Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children… Many parents bring their kids to church… Hoping they'll be a "better person." They want them to hear about God. And listen to the "Sunday lesson." They often tell the children to listen and obey God's ways. But you'll never see the parents at church on Sundays! They're "too busy" to spend time with God... Even at home. Then tell their children they love them. And often leave them alone. They parents don't want to take the time to give them their attention. They want the Sunday school teacher to give them a "moral direction." Parents need to be the man and woman God wants them to be! They need to have Christian principles that their children can see! Won't you be there for your children and help them to understand… What it means to be a Christian. And to be a Godly woman or man! It's Christ' desire that you as parents be a Godly example! There's just too many temptations for your kids to handle! Living for God. As a family. Is the best thing you can do! Christ stands at your heart's door… The rest is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton 11/16/11
You came unexpectedly, and i was surprised, you smiled and placed your hand on the glass and cried. I leaned my head against the glass and told you i am sorry, i whisper through the phone line, ill start a new story. You knew i was innocent but you still didn't believe me, the only person i thought that would stay by my side but you couldn't be. Mom standing by your side and not wanting to talk, i got really upset that you came at all cause i didn't want to see you walk. I needed you, when i was in need, i was there for you when ever you didn't want to bleed. I loved you and i cherished you with all my heart, but before you left your words hit me like a really sharp dart. You said i failed you, you cried to me and i knew it was true. But i needed you to understand me, but you went your way and upset me. The glass is now empty and i cant find you even with the fact that I'm out, i tell you i love you but all you do is shout. I've lost you for good this time, so i think i have to do one more crime.
The thought of her smiling gave me faith From when we were little we bathe My mother and her mother is best friends They both took care of us and gifts they send We pulled each others hair And she was always quick to dare When I smiled at her she knew it was no good She learned to pull me up and she understood I just wanted her attention and that she gave She knew it in her heart love was my slave From when we were a child with full of energy I had my way She was the one who was my guide and she did not push me away When I saw her cry one day and her eyes was so sad I gave her a flower and I smiled at her and made her glad When some one special leaves her heart I sat by her and never wanted to depart She is the love of my life always She is the one who gave me my hope through out my days So I gave her my heart and love from within And I did not make it thin I stood by her side since I was a child I gave her my support when we were wild She knew who I was and I let her go the distance I did not hate her or give her resistance My mother and her mother are great friends and their virtue will never end Because of their love they both trusted us to live our ways to transcend So my childhood friend was my best friend, and now my wife She new it from the start that we part of each others life
What is it when your heart is filled with joy? What is it when your soul sings for another? What is it when you begin to truly cherish someone? What is it when life seems so much easier? What is it when you begin to share internal thoughts with another? What is it when your eyes connect and express your thoughts without uttering a word? What is it when you are automatically drawn to a person? What is it when you find it hard not to think of someone throughout the day? What is it when you change the routine of your day for someone? What is it when little things become big things? What is it when everytime your clock ticks you think of someone? What is it when you sit and stare at pictures for no reason at all? What is it when you begin to ignore that person imperfections? What is it when you begin to yearn and crave for someone? What is it when the feeling of being apart for more than an hour is devestating? What is it when you find yourself making breakfast and you don't cook? What is it when you find yourself doing things out of the ordinary for another? What is it when you find yourself looking in the mirror just a little bit longer? What is it when you discover that life is so much better with this person? What is it when you feel like you are on top of the highest mountain? What is it when you feel like the ocean is so much calmer with this person? What is it when the phone rings and you are hoping it's that special person? What is it when you find yourself giving without a care in the world? The answer is SIMPLY LOVE!!!!!
Someone to hold you Someone to care Someone to wipe Away all of your tears An icon of strength Of courage and love Gods gift to the world Is a mothers love.
What shall I say to her? What if she knows? Can she tell that I carry another soul? As I wonder what would I tell mom... All these thoughts paced through my head, I should have NEVER laid in his bed... Sweet nothings was ALL that he said... He got what he wanted, then left, just fled... I was weak a young victim a surely misled... When I confessed to my mother, That I had slept with my lover, And in a few months she'd be a grandmother... Her face turned cherry red, yet words where still unsaid... Days turned into months, My belly stuck out further in front... Finally we spoke today, She said "When is he due?" I replied "This May the 8th." She said "She loves me!" That was it, nothing else to say but "I love you too mom, in a special way!" For it will be a blessed Mothers Day... My Statistic: Life is challenging enough, it tends to be even Harder for adolescence because they don't Know as much as they think they Know in actuality they don't. But mistakes and accidents are Apart of life.... You live and you learn...
You're too much for me Your smile, attitude It's too beautiful My sweet child I am so glad you are better than me I miss you when you are away being better than me or your father I know you are a visionary you are a professor you will somehow make it sing
We began so little and young, Life beat us bad and twisted our tongue. You and I walked a pretty rough road I can say When you stumbled I was always there to make you stay. Stay and not give up, I didn't give up on you than, so I wont give up on you now, We danced our life so brutally and softly, but this time you didn't look my way and bounced. I thought we would go on like this forever, but I guess like people say, Nothing lasts forever.
Alexandra Hardworking, Dancer, Writer, Loyal Sister of Catie and Mollie, Daughter of Valerie and Damien Lover of no one (for now) Who feels that poetry is a savior, life isn't complete without friends, and love will find a way Who fears isolation, failure, and not believing Who would like to see their writing published, their designs manufactured, and their lives well Resident of The Bronx, New York McKenna
I was beautifully designed and wonderfully made… There's nothing that God has given to me that I would ever trade! I was fashioned and created by God… With one thing in mind. To be an image of HIM… In a body by his design! He fashioned and formed me with the dust of the ground... He gave me his love. It 's all around! Though there are imperfections and "inflictions" within… God is patient and willing to forgive my every sin! Through life… I'll endure trials, heartache and despair... God is with me... He's always there! I know that his son, Jesus… Has given me his grace. He has provided for my life… "A resting place…" I'm going to serve this God… Whom I love so much! How I long for his presence… His "special touch…" Thank you God... For a "new" person you're helping me to be! And may your light continue to shine through people like me! By Jim Pemberton When I'm going through a discouraging time... This poem reminds me of how special that I am to God!
Dropped out of school At an early age Lived on the streets Because, I disgusted my mother She thought I was a poor example Of true Christian beliefs At an early age She religiously drummed into me 'blood is thicker than water' And yet, Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry No one protecting me No friends No family No home to go too Just, peoples eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth mentality Praying for the sun to shine To feel some warmth again! Sun rays of hope, lighting me up To live through this darkness without fear With a heart full of faith No matter what happens to me, now! If only I could drink my salty tears It would sustain me for a lifetime Your tears are worth nothing, around here You're classed as weak and venerable Only attracting death Your life worth nothing! Save me from myself I am my best friend I am my worst enemy My prayers and dreams Lost in the wind Blowing around like autumn leaves The rain washing them away Down the drain into the sewage Rolling with the seasons Year after year Survival for the fittest! Surviving on the love Hidden, inside me Being my strength and guide My personal lifeline In surviving this crazy world We all live in
Arguing with one another Texting back and forth Owen drives in the blizzard Kurt is at home Kurt sends Owen another message "why did you tell them about me doing drugs?" "that wasnt your place, i dont care if there your parents too" "shouldnt i be the one to tell them?" Owen tries to reply to the message Kurt has sent him He loses control of the wheel driving into a field Kurt recieves a message from Owen "Im sorry I..." The message was never finished The car slamming into a tree The tree branch breaks through the window Thrashing into Owens stomach As Owens head slams back and forth The car is left smoking Kurt knows something is wrong but leaves things be 50 Minutes Later...." Kurt and Owen's parent recieve a call from the police "Is this the parent of Owen Everdeen?" the police ask the mother answers "yes is something wrong? is it Owen, what did he do now?" "Mam', Your son was in a accident, they are life flighting him to the hospital" She drops the phone, and grabs her purse and yells at Kurt to come on. She drives fast to get to the hospital to see her son Owen was life flighted to the hospital The police had to use the jaws of life to get him out of his car They finally make it to the hospital The Dr. asking "Are you the mother of Owen?" She cries "yes, where is my son?" Kurt stands upset at himself for fighting with Owen minutes before Remembering Owens last text to him. "im sorry I.." The Dr. explains to the mother "Owen didnt make it" She sits in sadness Numbness She cannot breathe Kurt runs after the Dr. "this cant be, he has to be ok" as he starts to cry. Just the night before him and his brother Were playing guitar hero together Remembering the last moment The arguing The reqruet Kurt is now feeling "Owen Ryan Everdeen: Jan. 1st, 1990- December 8th, 2011" To a good brother and a great friend, im sorry about all those times i have let you down Im sorry for yelling at you that night, and causing your crash, the guilt i feel wont leave I am sorry that you went through that, and left this world that way, forgive me for what i have caused. I love you.
What does a normal teen do? What does a normal teen think? I really do not no. yes I am a teen but when I was 15 ½ I thought about how to take care of my mom if she needed to be changed and when to feed her and when to give her medication. I worried about what would happen to my mom. I had to go shopping for toddler cloths for my little sister and brother. I am 17 now and I still go shopping for little children cloths. I worry about getting my homework done and getting my little brother and sister's homework done. This year I have to take the kids to kinder garden and I will be in 12th grade. I always worry about what's going to happen to my mom she is still sick but there's nothing I can do just keep her in my heart and prayers. I worry about what I will do when its time for me to go to college I will still be taking care of my brother and sister. There's a lot to do I worry all the time about money things being washed and cleaning and homework. My dad does a lot for me and my sisters and brothers I just wish my big sisters would have stepped up and helped my dad take care me and my little sister and brother but they didn't now i am trying to do all the things my mom did. It is a lot of work mothers have to do. I thought it was easy but now that I have to do it all I can say mothers are what keeps a family in order. Thanks to all the moms out there. If you have moms don't take her for granted because you never know what will happen to them.
Pain is a terrible thing, a bad emotion. It makes you insane, sometimes uncontrollable. Pain is from brothers, whose mother caters, their every whim. Pain is from fathers, who do not trust, their teenaged daughters. Pain is from mothers, who set too high standards, who discourage you in everything, that you try to do. They don't believe you, they don't trust you, in anything that you do. It is a shame, the relationships between, mothers and daughters, dwindle away, never seeming to be getting better. No matter how much the daughter tries, the mother looks for faults in everything. It is really a shame, because relationships, between father and daughter, are more prominent, In these modern days. xxx
Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013) Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die, in the dirt, at a construction site in Bredasdorp. 'horrific', 'repulsed', 'brutally raped', 'shocked', do these words mean anything, to anyone, anymore. Not to Anene Booysen, murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die, in the dirt, at a construction site in Bredasdorp. Anene was raped, savagely mutilated, Her 17 year old body tossed aside, by the hands of men. Men, always men, cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men. 'Beastly', 'perverted', 'twisted', do these words mean anything, to anyone, anymore. Not to Anene Booysen, who now lies cold and dead. How many Anene Booysens will it take, for us, society, families, people, human-beings, and, men, especially men, to excise the ghastly menace, of the heinous capacity that resides, within men, always men, to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder. 'Brutalise', 'murder', 'rape', do these words mean anything, to anyone, anymore. Not to Anene Booysen, murdered at 17, brutally raped and left, to die, in the dirt, at a construction site, in Bredasdorp. Anene Booysen (1996 – 2013) * – Hamba Kahle – "Farewell, Travel Well" in Zulu ** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa
My mother never knew what to do with me. I was an obligation that needed to be. But I wanted her to love me. Simply… love… me. I would do anything to please her. Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did. But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done. Needless to say our relationship wasn't what I wanted it to be. I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. I had a daughter who didn't live. And my mom said someone like me shouldn't have kids. Though she didn't know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health. Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere. I didn't show it but hidden…my health wasn't all that good. My husband's diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine. I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart. Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. The son I'd always wanted to have. I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn. He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere. He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong. My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son. He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn't there for him. I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved. That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way. I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son. But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son. But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him. It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in. And it's even stranger to tell that… The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else's son. He's my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again. Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.
For nine months With love and pain With joy and suffering In her womb she carried me A mother she is And a woman of virtue. When there was no one, she was the only one Even left alone, she never leaves me alone Indeed, she's a mother And a woman of virtue. When toddling, she cared And still directs when I could run She is a mother of the child and the adult In her thoughts are all, even the descendants to come Many names will I call her; "A mother of all" And a Woman of Virtue.
I come from nothing. But all this pain I come from tears That fall like rain I come from hours Lost crying in corners I come from times We cried like mourners. I come from a Father That I wanted to please I come from disappointment That ended in "STOP! PLEASE!" I come from the crashing Of our heads being knocked I come from the blows I couldn't have blocked. I come from two pups Who were never let outside I come from the ghosts Of all the tears I've cried. I come from the pain Of a Mom who just watched I come from the skin On which bruises were blotched. I come from the scars That burn on my soul. I come from the demons And the dreams that they stole. I come from the Father I wish that I'd had I come from the monster And the screams of "Too bad!" I come from the man I wished gave a damn. I come from the emptiness That is who I am. I come from the life I've survived my way through. And I come from a place That you never knew.
Wherever I go through out my whole life, I end up struggling with lots of strife. Thinking that my life is a total waste, Wanting it to be over in a haste. I can feel the pain inside my own heart, Like someone through at my a deadly dart. The wound is easing deeper and deeper, Will the pain ever stop getting bigger? Feeling emo is never a good thing, Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting. Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart, Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart. Drowning in all the lies and self pity, I live each day but always feel sh*tty. I have lots of thoughts about suicide, But then I think about those who have died. Those who have died not just from suicide, But also those who are really nice guys. ... ... ... ...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........
Teen boys are always getting teen girls pregnant, but older men, impregnating underage girls? When will teen pregnancy stop? It seems that these underage girls have been seeing these men in their 20s or 30s behind the backs of their moms and/or dads. And the next thing everybody knows, one day later, those teen girls, they will have wounded up getting pregnant in an instant. No matter what the parents do to prevent their teen daughters from ever becoming mothers at an early age, let alone 15, no matter how hard they try, they just won't listen. And no matter what the moms and/or the dads will have done by showing their teen daughters the dangers of teen parenting, they still won't listen. These older men have always been messing around with the underage girls (ages 14, 15, 16, and/or 17) and are always getting getting them pregnant. What's so cold about it is that their parents will have been seriously upset about the fact that these grown men have robbed those teen girls of their innocence and their futures. And instead of teen girls going to college to become, teachers, lawyers, and/or doctors, because of these grown men, those teen girls will have been forced to have dropped out of high school to take care of their kids. See, there's a problem with those underage girls: they just can't concentrate on their education, thereby getting their high school diplomas and/or college degrees. The girls really should've waited until after they'd gotten married to guys their age and then have kids. And if these men in their 20s, 30s, or 40s weren't going to take care of their kids that the young mothers have given birth to because those sexist, womanizing Neanderthals who've gotten them pregnant to begin with, they should've used condoms and/or left those teen girls alone. As a matter fact, these grown men should've gotten arrested for impregnating teen girls by way of statutory rape. What's with these young teen girls, always falling for guys twice or three times their age, knowing they should date guys their age. Why must these grown men always wanting to get those underage girls pregnant at an early age, let along 15? I mean, who does that. It's just way, way, way too much for their parents (the moms and/or the dads) to handle. And if this type of teen pregnancy continues to expand by the year 2016 and these adult men continue to rob those teen girls of their futures, their so-called "childhood," and their innocence, their parents, they're doomed. This ends now!
Night after night, she sits down and contemplates In her mind she knows her loss, but still she sits and waits He, her husband, another statistic he has become Killed in a far away land, another soldiers blood has run Day after day she's taken back, to moments they had shared Carving their names on a tree, showing teenagers cared Through green fields of pastures new, season after season At fourteen years old they clicked, love was a reason Whilst she paces their family home, his steps gone forever Killed in a far away land, another life now severed In her time their kids will be told, daddy's never coming home For the angels have asked him to stay, just to let him roam Memories of their pasts resonate within her mind For she knows she'll find no other, for he was one of a kind Outside the window where she stares, under many seasons skies She sits down and contemplates, why the Rose always cries http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php
[The Cypress Is In Bloom] The cypress is in bloom I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take She's in my mind, vaporously, Lauding with my, dangers and fears Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths Leading me go Cypress, Marigold Immortally, willows, forevermore Forevermore [To Question; To Know] My argentine silence, your only condonicy Ends with such eath The Mockingbird in me--died Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame With an infinity of joy Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names My breath starves for only more The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore She falls to her knees, why for? Celandine she will be Celandine is she [Bead] The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux, La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux, So Celandine are you Celandine are you [Draconian] Draconian--Reach for the shadows within Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within
I have felt everlasting bliss. With beauty so uniquely rare, a thousand glances; I do stare. Stealing my soul with just one kiss. She doesn't understand the spell, she's woven and crafted so well. Her laughter sends my heart amiss. Brining joy to my fruitless life, a dancing heart without the strife. How can one being cause such this? A sphere of complex emotion, entwined with love and devotion. Our days of youth daughter, I'll miss. As you reach higher for the stars, know the universe is still ours.
Where are We? Where is the place where Belong? Is it Here? Am I Here? Is this Aeon only an Hour? Hear, Listen to the Birds Singing with beauty only found Here See, Look at the Butterflies Gently Playing In the Wind only found Here Touch, Feel the thorns of the mighty Rose her Protective Beauty, only found Here Smell, Sniff the nostalgic fragrances filtering around the air, only Found Here Taste, lick the Bitter Green Herbs enhancing the Variety of Life, Only Found Here We are Here A Place we call Earth, Mother Going by the Name of Gaia She was Designed not by herself to Care for Us, tend to Us She puts us to Sleep when the Darkness arises In her Light, we Awaken giving and taking Her most righteous Virtue Something Always to remember -Never Forget- There will be Falls There will be Rises There is Always a light towards the End Is it Here? but Happiness cannot be Happy without the Balance Without the Sorrow to Storm
I'm So Very Thankful… I'm so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he's created… His beauty is displayed! I'm so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I'm so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I'm so thankful for the beauty and glory he's shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I'm so thankful for the many things he's done for me… He's given me his love which flows abundantly! I'm so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He's taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I'm so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he's with me. And he'll never depart! I'm so thankful that you're reading what I've been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who's merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You'll allow Christ to have your heart "amended." Thank you Lord! For what you've done and are going to do… It's another way that I can say "I LOVE YOU!" Thank you Lord! For all that I've received and so much more… You've made my life complete… And are worth living for!
Why should we live if we have nothing to live for? Why should we live if we have nothing to die for? Why should we live if no one cares? Why should we live if you're loved by no one? Why should we live if no one likes you? Why should we live if no one loves you? Each day is just a day Each day is a day closer to death. What's the point of living? Some may say none, Others may say why. Why should we live? Tell me and I will think about your answer.
A Valentine's Day dedication for those who have lost a loved one. I know you're watching from far away. So I'll find the strength to kneel and pray, and send you our love this Valentine's Day. God gives me the power to understand, that we can no longer hold your hand. The sands of time pass graciously, until we meet for eternity. My unconditional emotion has no end. Like the flowers in the spring and your spirit in the wind. My hands are empty without you to hold. My soul cries out alone in the cold. My tears still fall and I wipe them away. God gave me the strength to kneel and pray, and send you our love this Valentine's Day.
Forgotten but here Remembered yet never there Why do you exist?
mom, you fill my life with hope, you fill my life with joy, you fill my life with all the things, you knew that I would need. before I could crawl, walk or stand, you were always there, lending me a hand. before I could speak, and all I did was cry, you knew the thigs that would make the tears die. you changed the dirty diapers, and gave me my baths, you dressed me in cute clothing, and rocked me to sleep. as i got older, you tought me right from wrong, you delt with my hot temper, and my fits of rage. you were always with me, whenever I needed you. on my first day of school, when I wouldn't leave your side. you were sure to be there, until the tears dried. and of course I got older, and passed the crying stage. and many years later, when I was independent, you were still there for me, if I happened to need you. and on the most frightful day of my whole life, you were there with me, crying by my side. when the doctor told us, that I was terribly sick. you rushed me to the hospital, without a second thought. as the news was delivered, you held my trembling hand, you guided me through the shots, and all the mental pain. you delt with all the sorrow, the anger and heartache. you held your chin up high, so that I to could be brave. and even now you help, and guide me along. and that is why you, are an extra special mom.
A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light So hard to describe so hard to write Just like a life just like mine Here is mine my time to shine The colors change just like time A life goes on to hit its prime No matter what it keeps on changing Just like life keeps on arranging My story begins at age six When life was suddenly no easy fix The Kaleidoscope began to turn And its center began to churn My father left our family home He left alone to go and roam Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark Even now it's left its mark It remained unturned for about two years And the movement became quite severe My Mother moved away from home To improve her new teaching career The shades of blue came into play As most of my family had passed away My mother was strong and held my hand Even though nothing had gone as planned My family will always be in my heart Those small blue beads will play their part At that time I was almost nine I pretended that I was just fine The colors changed from blue to red I went on with almost no dread At age eleven I moved once more I moved again to the California core I spent the next year in shades of green All the kids were just too mean I went to Junior and then Senior High Then it was time to say goodbye The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting My life became very entertaining That's when I met you for the first time My hope and happiness began to climb But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me And I asked and cried my pitiful plea On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black With nothing there to change it back There are ups and downs, lights and darks With many blond moments and smart remarks My life will always be turning fast Even so I have time to look back at my past If I remember one thing it is that My life was nothing like combat But I still fought wars of my own Without them my world would still be unknown There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope It's a symbol of change and hope I like to think my life is like this So look back and reminisce Look back at your thoughts and dreams But remember nothing is as it seems The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past What was boring and what was a blast Mine shows everything you've done for me You showed me how fun life can be You made my life what it is now To this day I still wonder how Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope And giving me strength and the power to cope You made my life a beautiful rainbow You deserve more than you will ever know
Those teen moms are and/or will have been up to no good, especially by going to unsupervised parties, doing drugs, and stuff. They had their babies not too long ago, but they continue their out of control ways, including by way of neglecting their own offspring? I mean, who in the world does that kind of stuff? It seems that the parents (thee mothers and/or the fathers) really should've kept their teen daughters locked up in their rooms and on top of all that, those underage girls, they never should've been teen mothers to begin with. On top of all that, those teen girls were supposed to concentrate on their education instead of messing around with those womanizing fiends. There's always a problem with teen girls-turned-teen mothers; they're always having unprotected sex with multiple guys, drinking alcoholic beverages (vodka, beer, and rum, e.g.), using illegal drugs, and stuff. All teen girls should be ashamed of themselves, not taking care of the ones who've brought them into God's green Earth. The only ones who're responsible for getting those teen girls pregnant, thereby bringing the infants to this world are those dead-beat teen fathers. It's their fault. They did this. They brought those kids into this world. What those teen girls should've done was to have told their loser boyfriends to use condoms, otherwise they never would've gotten pregnant. Not only have those out-of-control teen mothers put their own families at risk with their reckless behaviors, they also put their own children at risk, and it's got to stop right here, right now!Those teen girls, they shouldn't be mothers at an early age, let alone 13 or 17 and they definitely shouldn't be putting their own children in a dangerous environment, thereby being harmed by those cold-blooded gang bangers and/or drug-dealers. The reckless behaviors of all teen mothers will have gotten their own children killed or worse. The employees of Child Protective Services and the local police are going to hear this. Everybody's seeing multiple life sentences in the future and those teen mothers should not just be stripped of their parenting rights, they should also lose custody of their children. It's making everybody sick just thinking about it. And if this type of ordeal continues to go on, it'll lead straight to destruction. All teen guys, use condoms! All teen girls, keep your legs closed! And all teen lovebirds, keep your clothes on! No children until after education is completed and marriage!
Sometimes I ask myself.. Is it me? Or is it you? Could it possibly be us? How can I fix it.. I lie in bed and wonder.. Am I really the worst thing to ever happen to you? Or maybe I'm the biggest mistake to ever enter your life.. Typical teen? I really doubt it.. But there's always these questions: Would you rather I bring home Fs.. Suspension notices from school… Maybe even expelled letters or something.. Would you rather me stay out past curfew, Or wait, maybe never even come back home.. Would you rather me need a ride home from a party, One that just got shot up? Would you rather me continue asking for rides Home from school.. Would you rather me bring home an extra mouth to feed, Knowing I, myself, can't provide for he/she? Would you rather me find happiness in the streets, Or continue to find it in my books? Would you rather me continue spending time In my room alone, Or would you rather me go out, Steal, Smoke, Drink n' Drive, & spend my time in a cell with ppl I barely even know.. Would you rather look at me and smile, Thinkin "It Coulda been Worst".. Or look at me & frown saying "Where did I go wrong?" Would you rather me ask you first, Or sneak around? Would you rather me, Steal your money, Or ask for it, Knowing I'm not the only one you're providing For .. But only to be confronted with the answer of NO, & becoming engaged with rage… Ohh wait! Or would you rather me, Sit back, & not ask at all.. Because I already kno what the outcome will be… Would you rather me dawg you behind your back.. Or keep it all held in.. Cry from day to day and not even know why.. Sometimes I wonder… Am I really that bad ? And Did I really become the biggest mistake you made?
La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Msytique est la Specatatrice du Divine Elle Parle au mot que je ne comprends pas "Soilel vous deffinissez est mien Pourtant vous, vous laisser il saigner Comme un nouveau vin Triste - ons ne Saurant Jamais Triste - ons ne Verront Jamias" Parle a moi, si prestine La Mystique La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Specatatrice du Divine Ton Voix sefane dans Le Chanson entrain de Mourir
Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed With all your best friends from back in the day Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks I'm on the front line of battle Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples crack in Lauren's snapple Staddle Liz like mclovin But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle Its abominable, so unbelievable But its inevitable, the end is kissable I have rattled these kids psyches squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets as the creepy bells of the chapel ring I remain a mystery You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe And As you look the other way, I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy rex with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch Hang him from bunny man bridge Yo dude turn the lights on But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script Its bewitched with no miss to kiss Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit So the town clock strikes half past 3 There's one last gas before i must sleep Or i will crash fast if the light touches me Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe Run up on you with nine a knife, and the head of your wife Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears And as you look up in the mirror I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor But I hear a knock on the door Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy, just got a cold sore"
i am kurt daniel everdean I am 21 years old I've been playing the bass guitar Since I was 11 i weight 145 pounds i have blondish brown hair and blue eyes If I could say one thing about me that I like... Its that I never gave up. things started when i lost my father i was 10 years old my mother started going to her room everytime she got home she would come out with her eyes all red... Shes been crying until i accidently walked in on her doing drugs i now believe it was the drugs that caused the redness me and my brother would fight everynight when i bought my first bass he slammed it against the floor and told me since i think my lifes crap then i shouldnt have anything that makes me happy My mom became a street whore She would dress in a golden gown and wear ugly make up We would never see her unless she needed money to get condoms for her "men" the things between me and my brother got worse I was arguing with him over a text he sent my mom And he got into an accident and died that night Things just never got better I created a band called the nocturnal And the reason you haven't heard of us yet Is because were an underground punk band in Seattle we haven't gotten far yet Just underground party's and bars My mom ended up running away with her "boyfriend" After my brother died she blamed me And told me to leave and said she won't come around me Until I brought him back Since then I've gotten a job and was able to pay rent on My moms old apartment Hoping shed come back clean and sober As for me I've cleaned up. but suicide is still an option I haven't found god yet and I don't want to If there was a god why did he give me this ****ed up life Ya you'll say Kurt?... You made the desicions for your life I knolw I did. But he was the one who let it actually happen I've been writing since I was 11 Lyrics and poems Drawings and paintings bass guitar and vocals My life isn't over But it's sure close to it Its sad to think that what you thought was fake... Is a true story
Do you realize that you lost? Do you realize that I won? Or did you think it was a tie In your sick twisted mind? Stuck in your lies Concrete at your feet You never took a step You never made a sound When the gun was fired And I ran for my life Do you realize that you lost? Battered and tossed By your own malfunction Wires you crossed Leaning on a crutch From wounds self inflicted Do you realize that I won? Running like fire Brighter than the sun Autumn behind my head Summer in my eyes So near the finish line The reward is mine Or did you think it was a tie? Tangled web behind your eyes Wrapped in delusions Coming to false conclusions In your sick twisted mind Do you realize that you lost? Do you realize that I won? Or did you think it was a tie In your sick twisted mind? Stuck in your lies Concrete at your feet You never took a step You never made a sound When the gun was fired And I ran for my life
listen, my son, to your mother's advice imagine what could happen do not be caught napping he comes early from some extended stays son, do not be caught napping with someone else's love
This feeling, I hate it. How it claws at me, Like caged beasts in my chest. Roaring to life at random, Spontanious moments. Feels like my heart is hardening, Turning to stone. I cannot control these emotional outbursts! These rabid truculent internal fits, How they seem to come fast, Then agonizing me as it fades. With these thoughts I am a hapless soul, How the words eat me alive, Slowly drain me of my stability. How they manifest in my brain is of human instinct, A bare, raw, animalistic instinct. I want, crave for my flesh and blood, But i cannot have what I want, For society wouldn't accept it.
Brushed with emotion she cradles her womb ...unknowing... her heart...anxious desperate to expose her secret... she cries endless tears... in bitter sweet moments passing slow, her baggy clothes no longer can hide the truth... her courage must now spill out in word... a child herself now a mother torn... ______________________ CONTEST "Mom, I'm Pregnant" Thirty-four percent of young women become pregnant at least once before they reach the age of 20 -- about 820,000 a year. Eight in ten of these teen pregnancies are unintended and 79 percent are to unmarried teens.
Family Commandments Thou shall not pull thy sisters hair. Thou you shall chew thy food. Thou shall not stay out until Midnight. Thou shall be in a better mood. Though shall not answer me back. Thou you shall brush thy hair. Though shall not wear that in public. Thou you shall behave in here. Thou shall not give me cheek and run as fast as thou art. Though shall not rush thy homework. Though you shall begin from the start.. Thou shall not scream at every opportunity no mater if thy lungs be strong. Thou shall not dance in tantrum. Thou you shall stay home where you belong. Thou shall not eat me out of house and home. Though you shall get a job. Thou shall not sit round like a bum. Thou you shall turn into a slob. Thou shall not fight with your sister. Thou you shall give her a cuddle. Though you shall not bunk away from school. Or Thou shall be in a muddle. Thou shall not make noise while soaps are on, if you know what's good for thy ears. Thou shall not blame your brother, Thou you shall see his tears. Thou shall not ever worry, Thou I am here for you. Thou shall not ever be sad. Thou you shall be happy It's true. Thou shall not ever fret, even though we shall have our fears. Thou shall never be alone. Thou you shall know we care. Thou shall always have a life, Though u shall be happy and care. Thou shall not have a problem alone. Thou you will know we are near. Thou shall not take for granted, That shall be full of pride. Though shall never wish for more, with thou family by thou side By Shirley Moody
God Gave Us Our Sexuality… God gave us our sexuality and told us how to use it. But many have ignored him, and have "abused it." Through his word, he's given us his "set of rules." So many have refused it, and have become "fools." The fool has purposed in his heart God does not exist. Yet his beautiful handiwork is all around their midst. Many have chosen to turn his truth into a lie. And often, they burn in lust till the day they die. Many have offered their bodies for ungodly things. Not caring the consequences this really brings! Many are involved with perversion of various kinds. Having a warped sense of morality in very confused minds So many aren't happy with the way they're created. Their own sexual identity is often debated. You were wonderfully designed and beautifully made. Please don't end up as sin's "sexual slave!" God made you special… And has a perfect will! Your every need… His love can fulfill! Don't settle for what may be "your innocence lost" Think about the work Christ did on the cross! God can help you to resist the man "sexual temptations." And can bring to your life his peace and true satisfaction. You don't have to live like you did before! God can restore your life and do so much MORE1 By Jim Pemberton
What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn't have Christ' peace and tranquility! It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." For fear they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton
Theres a momment when you realize your not a little girl anymore. Mommy and daddy arn't there to run too. You have to make your own choices. Your finely free. You get to do what you want. No one setting rules for you... Your life is perfect... Right? This momment is the one you've been waiting for... But now that its here... Your eyes are getting teary... Already longing for the "good old days" The good old days where... Mommy would sing you to sleep... Daddy would rock you in his lap when you where scared... You knew you where safe... You didn't have to worrie about being judge... You knew when you got home there was someone to love you... That was the good old days... Now its time... Time to go... Go out on your own... Alone... Its time... To go out and start a life of your own... All grown up... You're not a little girl anymore... It's time... You're ready... To start a life of your own... Little girl... Farewell...
The Look On My Child's Face… Just yesterday I noticed a look of love on my child's face. This happened in a most "ordinary place." It was in our home...a place by God's own design. I felt God speaking to my heart this particular time. I didn't take any time to stop and realize, The look of love and innocence in my child's eyes. "Am I being the kind of Dad God wants me to be?" "Am I being an example of Christ for my child to see?" Have I been demonstrating my God-given ability, teaching my kids God's love, and responsibility? May a Christ-like life in my kids be clearly seen and understood, As one day they will grow into adulthood. I hope that one day my Children will say: "I want to be like my Dad- every single day!" By Jim Pemberton
Nestled among the trees in a primitive campsite, A cub scout and his mother were on their third camp-out. The tent was pitched; double foil wrapped food was cooked just right. The young campfire cook gave his skills a great workout. In the past they had stayed there several days at a time. Driving through the forest just the mom and her young boy. Thinking about those days brings back memories sublime. It was a lot of work, but brought them so much joy. Nights were spent listening to the serenading bullfrog. At dawn, she photographed wildlife while he made bird-calls. One morning when they came around the bend in the fog, A long-necked majestic doe stood tall and enthralled. The angle was such that she could not get a good shot. So, she handed him her Cannon; he aimed, then, clicked. It would be days prior to seeing the picture he got. She and her son took pleasure in the woodlands frolicked. In the hours of darkness they finished playing cards. Their lantern was glowing; it was time to go to sleep. Outside there was a whirring they could not disregard. The mother turned out the light; whispered, "Don't make a peep!" Her heart was pounding faster and her eyes opened wide. She was afraid to move, but tried her best to be brave. She unzipped the tent slowly and took a look outside. The unlikely sight she saw gave her heart a shock wave. Up in the sky was a circle of lights… humongous! The outer ones were orange and the inner ones flashed white. The sound was so loud that soon the boy became anxious. With a quiet hush she said, "We're going to be alright." All she could think about was fear and their abduction. Teenage daughters, not camping, needed her to survive. She was so terrified her mind could hardly function. There was nothing she could do to get out of there alive. Would sharp-witted life forms from outer space understand? She had no choice but try; inside she shed silent tears. Begging aloud to the alien craft, words unplanned. Daughters, with no one to tend them would struggle for years. When she explained their situation, the noise ceased quickly. She peeked outside again to see only stars in the sky. He, now a man, was not allowed to look out…hazy. She thanks God for the night the aliens went bye-bye. © October 8, 2011 Dane Smith-Johnsen P.S. Years later, she saw the same craft in NASA space photos listed as something not seen before…unidentified! When she went to show her husband, the picture had "disappeared!"
I used to be that girl being disrespectful, wishing that someone would pay me some attention. Waiting at my mom's job, not knowing I needed my father; Mistaking that need with my friends' father on my side. Bringing home good grades and making momma proud. Seeing her smile made me smile, but at the same time the truth was I hurt her by being grown, but it was addictive. I thought I was cute, my shirt hanging out, small hoop earrings, and my small little ponytails. Wishing I wasn't standing with a troubled face & looking scared, but I knew I couldn't hide it. God said disrespectful kids' days are shortened, now that guilt stirring inside; - lord knows he told the truth. Surprised now! But who could tell me then I'm not ready for sex, cause now I'm 15, with a permit, school all week, upward bound every Monday, and a boyfriend beside me. My little sisters are here and they're expecting me to behave properly and lead them on. I'm modeling how to be! They're modeling after me, inside all I do is cry and complain cause we are products of a failing generation. If it happen that's life – if it did, forget it! We're the royal loose family – as good as family matters. As good as it ever get – cause now I'm up in high school. A good girl gone scared: hiding it behind her laughs. How I make them lie! How he looks in my eyes. Stupid decisions: teachers desensitized. I'm grown now, but all I really am is a teen. I need a way to ease my pain without nicotine. I need a way to raise my image up so I shine. And now I'm hiding at the skating rank – group of girls looking for me! Follow me to the fastest way to NO where! I'm bout to try and be the queen and act like I don't care. They recognize me I walk slowly, my eyes an evil glare. I give them all this hate inside - act like its out of NO where! Its crazy, now I know where. I'm guessing I always did (see yourself teaching) its hard to try and be an adult as a young kid. And all the goodness I live, hard to believe that I did… Its hard to try and be an adult as a young kid!
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see. Do you see who I am or what you can make me? Do you see the pain or the fake happiness expected of me I know we can't go back but can't the future be better?!?!?! I don't want to resent my own mother forever!!! I know I've made my share of mistakes. But mom, here me out!!! I'll never be perfect! Please don't turn your back. I can't believe it's so hard just to talk to you, but you don't understand!!!!!
All teenagers will have become parents at an early age, including the age of 14, after giving birth to their offspring. It will have affected the lives of teen moms and teen dads and the lives of their parents. It seems that once they become parents at a young age, there's no more hanging out with friends, no more going to parties, no more going to the movies or the mall, no more of any of that stuff. It also seems that their parents' futures have been altered due to the fact that they were going to become grandparents early. Everybody also knows that all teen parents can't take care of their babies and go to school at the same time; it's a total waste of time. All of their parents still don't understand why all teenagers have to be parents (a teen mother and a teen father) at an early age, including 13. This is starting to look like a bunch of episodes of "16 & Pregnant" and "Teen Mom" on MTV. Now that those teenagers are planning to become parents at an early age, even in high school, they'll be forced to give up their dreams of going to college, being doctors, being lawyers, or whatever; thereby dropping out of middle school and/or high school. All of the parents should know that teen parenting is a total waste of time and it's a heartache for all. No matter what the moms and the dads do, no matter how hard they try to prevent their teen sons and teen daughters from ever being parents at an early age, let alone 13 or 15, their futures will have been at stake. It also seems that when the backs of all parents are turned, those teens start to have unprotected sex and the next thing everybody knows, those teen boys will have gotten those teen girls pregnant three (3) days later by those teen boys, and their parents will have been outraged. There's no way that these teens are going to be parents at an early age, let alone 16. They need to concentrate on their education and getting their high school diplomas and/or college degrees. And those teen couples, they should've used condoms and they should've waited until after they've gotten married. Teen parenting is starting to make all of their parents sick. It breaks their hearts just thinking about it. All parents really need to get involved in the lives of their teen sons and teen daughters and prevent them from being parents at an early age. All teenagers are not to have children until after their education is finished and their married. Teen pregnancy and teen parenting must end right now.
I've Heard Of A lot Of People… I've heard of a lot of people who claim to serve God above. I heard that many of them proclaim a message of his love! I've heard of a lot of people who claim to know him too… Would one of these people be someone like YOU? I've heard of a lot of people who've made it known. They are making plans to soon be in their heavenly home! I've heard of a lot of people who are joyful. You can tell! They're in love with Jesus. And are doing quite well! I've heard of a lot of people who've made a wise choice! They read the word of God and seek their savior's voice! I know of a lot of people who have made a firm decision… They've given to God their hearts and undivided attention! I know of a lot of people who were stumbling along the way. Until they met the master… Who changed their life one day! I know of a lot of people that will soon be all together… When the Lord comes back soon and takes them with him forever! I know of a lot of people and I hope you're one of them… Who have accepted Christ. And are now born again! I know there's lot of angels in heaven waiting for you and me! Won't you join with these people to spend your eternity??? By Jim Pemberton 05/17/12
She had a baby today. She's only sixteen. Long summer days soon.
i once had a mother and a sister and a brother her head was twisted she wished for death and barely missed it she hated her life all she wanted was true love and to become a wife she tried soo hard to end it but her spirit failed to split ************ they sent me away i can still remember grandma coming and helping me pack that day As i alone walked to the car i looked back not understanding the distance so far she shut the door and i knew in that moment she was my mother no more and in that moment let my mind know its time for all of us to just let go months later i got a strange call and i knew sometimes rehab cant fix em` all To: my real mom Whom has placed this horrible curse I call life upon me
A young homeless child Looking for a home but finds none. On my first day at school the mother's not around To comfort me when I'm down-right scared An innocent child of seventeen I find myself locked up in a placement An innocent child now afraid of time Will I forget my goals and dreams? I go to Maryhurst And meet people who care I learn about peer pressure and much more Now comes the time To break through..... The Fear
I'm So Thankful… I'm so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he's created… His beauty is displayed! I'm so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I'm so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I'm so thankful for the beauty and glory he's shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I'm so thankful for the many things he's done for me… He's given me his love which flows abundantly! I'm so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He's taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I'm so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he's with me. And he'll never depart! I'm so thankful that you're reading what I've been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who's merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You'll allow Christ to have your heart "amended." Thank you Lord! For what you've done and are going to do… It's another way that I can say "I LOVE YOU!" Thank you Lord! For all that I've received and so much more… You've made my life complete… And are worth living for! By Jim Pemberton
He stalks me for all but the Short five hours of the day while I sleep. 6am, the sun rises, Clang, bang the pots and pans. As grandmother cooks he creeps From the kitchen into my room. Frightened and annoyed by his disturbance, I awake to my daily life Where he continues to stalk And sting my ears. On the bus, in class, at home, He lurks every corner, everywhere. Anywhere you go he's there, Especially when you need peace. The air by which I am circulated, Is circulated by an air not of air - But of noise. And after breathing in this Intoxicating atmosphere for eighteen years, The effects and suffocation cannot be Tolerated any longer. If my ears were goalies, They would fail miserably; None of the noise is blocked out. If noise was a murderer, He'd pierce every time – With no regard for the situation, No regard for me.
I know you're still doing dope Just by the way you mope You went to get clean You got really mean I've talked to Rick And now you make me sick You lied I cried You assume i can't tell I feel like you're trying to put me under your spell I'm done pretending It's time to come clean
I think about this past year... It "came and went…" I wonder that kind of life have I really spent? It almost seems like yesterday that I was a young man… "I had the world in the palm of my hand." I had many goals, ambitions and dreams. I wanted to enjoy life and do so many things. Looking back on time and how quickly it's gone by. I gaze up into the beauty of the stars in the sky. As I get older and think about another "resolution." I find myself with another problem with no "solution." I think about a God... Who made all of this a possibility! He's offered to me love, hope and tranquility! I'm going to make a new commitment this January 1st. No matter if things get better… Or things get worse… I'm going to give my life and family to God above. And ask him to bless our home with his mercy and love. I'm going to try to live for him the best way I know. And seek his blessings wherever I may go! I'm going to give to God a love and strong commitment. It's only in him where I'll find true fulfillment! There's an important fact, I shall always remember… God is with me from January thru December! He will be there to guide each step that is taken! With him in my life… I'm never alone or forsaken! By Jim Pemberton
Last night I couldn't sleep. I lay in bed counting Sheep. Anxious was I, My heart pounding as high as the sky. Ready to become one year older. At two in the mourning, I woke to some snoring. My sister really needs some meds. She woke me up, and i can not sleep, My heart beating like beep, beep, beep. Scared was I, Scared of my day and very shy. Afraid of becoming one year older. I opened my computer, Not until later, And started to talk to my mom. She said she loved me, and I smiled so gleely, as my heart started to glow. She said she loved me more then i would ever know. And then I knew I was ready, so i laid down, and went to sleep.
This habit has a hold of me. .. I can't seem to break it! I'm so discouraged … I can't "shake it!" I don't know what to do, or where to turn… When I tell others about it. They're not concerned… What am I going to do in a situation like this? It seems like my life is just one huge mess! The "satisfaction" I seek… I haven't obtained. I've only myself… And no one else to blame… Many discouraging thoughts have entered my head. Each night I cry out loud before going to bed… I can't think or do anything like I once did. I don't know how much longer I 'm going to live. Can you help me Jesus? I know that you can. There's no one else who'll listen or understand… I'm going to get on my knees and begin to pray… And ask for God's help. I'll do it TODAY! I trust his power to break this habit of mine… This is the hour! This is the time! I need true freedom. And a love that will last. Everything I've tried… Disappears fast! To you Lord Jesus I give my life that's broken. "Please come into my heart…" Are the words spoken. "Help me Lord to have victory within…" "And thank you Lord for being my friend!" By Jim Pemberton 02/05/11
Being A Vessel of God... I met someone in a very difficult situation. I kept walking and gave "no explanation." I was then asked a very direct question: "I thought you said that you're a Christian!" I began to feel a conviction within my soul. "Which direction should I take" I didn't know. Either keep walking, or stop to help this person in need. "I suppose just this once... I'll do a generous deed." I reached out and loved him in Jesus' name. And told him that it was for his life that our savior came. My heart was broken as I heard all he had gone through. I was speechless. I really didn't know what to do. I decided to buy him a cup of coffee and a sandwich as well. And shared that Jesus loves him more than words can tell. He thanked me and said, "I'm so glad that you care." I then was able to lead him into a salvation prayer. We talked more about God before we each went our own way. But I'll never forget what happened that particular day. It helped me begin to realize and truly see... How God wants so much to use someone like me... By JIm Pemberton
A Young Man With A Heavy Load… I was watching a young man walking down my road. I could tell that he was sad, and carrying a "heavy load." You see his dad had recently "up and left the home." Now he and his mom were left all alone! I could tell it was hard for him to hold back the tears. Especially after being with his dad for so many years! I don't think that parents think about what they say and do. They can hurt and betray the one who said; "I love YOU!" When this happens… I know that the heart of God is hurting.. Too many couples are together, but their eyes "keep flirting." They feel happy to have a family, but soon it's not enough… And quickly run out when things get "tough." The dishonesty, lying and cheating are too commonplace… I've seen the heartache and pain upon a loved one's face. Jesus knows all about the hurt and pain that this can cause. He also knows about the "friction" caused by the "in-laws." For the one that may be thinking of leaving his or her family… You may think it's fun now… But you're not going to be happy! Whatever is tugging at your heart now may seem "appealing." But it's the love from your spouse and kids that you're stealing! I challenge you to be the man or woman of God he wants you to be! You need to be with the family God gave you! Can't you see??? Come on back and spend the quality time you need to spend. Your family and children need you both as a parent and a friend! Allow the love of Jesus Christ to bind your hearts together! May his peace and joy comfort you now and forever! Allow your home to be filled with the love of God's precious son! May be bring your family together in unity… As ONE! By Jim Pemberton
What happened to the mother I thought I knew? What happened to the mother who always told the truth? What happened to the mother that was always there? What happened to the mother that always cared? What happened to the joy I once had? What happened to your smile that would make me glad? What happened to the mother daughter days? What happened to the sweet things you used to say? What happened to having both parents, not just one? What happened to the days you'd brighten just like the morning sun? What happened to the faith you helped me have? What happened? Why am I always mad? What happened to you being close and never too far? What happened to me knowing who you really are? What happened to the role model I used to know? Why did you drift away from me? What happened to us both? Why don't I come first? I thought you were happy when you gave birth Now I'm here all alone With a empty heart followed by a broken home I love you mommy What the hell happened to you ? I thought blood was thicker than water But, I guess to you that isn't true
My joy at its best, my hurt at its worst. My joy at your conception and my belly swelling. My hurt at your birth with waves of contractions. My joy at your first steps in those booties I knitted. My hurt as you fell down and bumped your head. My joy at your first word spoken mama. My hurt when we argued about a sleepover and you cried I hate you. My joy over your first report card with all the A's. My hurt when you were expelled from eighth grade for possession. My joy when you took responsibility young man and changed your ways. My hurt as you leaned on my shoulder and cried over losing your first love. My joy in your pride after working the summer to buy your first car. My hurt that you are no longer my little baby but a young man. I am forever a woman in motherhood, My joy at its best and my hurt at its worst. Summer Gratias
Without God… We're Empty Within! Without God… Our life is filled with emptiness within. And is quickly absorbed into the quicksand of sin! Without God… We are like sheep that have gone astray. Being confused... And going the wrong way! Without God… We have no moral compass or guide. And soon become arrogant and filled with pride! Without God… We are like a ship that's lost at sea. Not knowing who we are or where we're going to be! Without God… We have no true hope or security. Everything becomes meaningless and utter vanity! Without God… We have a life built on a "shaky" foundation. It's only through HIM… We can become a new creation! With God… All things are possible to those who believe! An abundant life with Christ… You can achieve! With God… Your life can be cleansed and made whole! Only he can bring true love to your soul! With God… Can you find eternal life so joyful and bliss! God's purpose for your life. You don't want to miss! With God… You can have peace and joy you never had! He'll give you a reason to be happy and glad! With God… Things in your life will never be the same! That moment you reach out… And call on HIS name! By Jim Pemberton
I remember at the young age of 9 or 10. Going to the theater was considered a sin. There were many things that as a young boy. That I wanted to explore and enjoy. My parents may have been "old fashioned." They were filled with a Godly love and compassion. I look back now and with some hesitation. And think about this "new generation." I wonder "where have all of the morals gone to?" Some parents are doing things, as a kid, I'd never do. Many of the "Godly" parents don't seemed concerned. What's right or wrong—they can't discern. What once was a dividing line between black and white. Is now; "if it feels good—it must be allright." The savior's call for holiness in your life must dwell. Living by his word will save your family from hell. Maybe living for Jesus is by some, "a narrow way of living." May your life be one of sacrifice, holiness and thanksgiving. May your commitment be true, your heart sincere. For one day very soon, Jesus shall appear. Now's the time to be an example of Jesus' precious name. When he comes —will you be ready— or be ashamed? By Jim Pemberton
(10/06/11) He had so much anger , so much hate To lash out at someone he couldn't wait An innocent bystander walking down the street This was the one that he would beat. If she had suspected what lied ahead She would have turned her back and fled. With fists flaring he knocked her to the ground Her jaw broken - she couldn't make a sound They say they don't know how she survived With the extent of her injuries they was sure she would die. She gave a description of what he looked like And before blacking out she started to fight They caught him with the description she gave They saw that he was full of anger and rage. They say from his step father he had been abused And fighting back was of no use. His mother did not believe what he had said And she turned - and sent him to bed. He now blamed his mother for what His step father had done no one to turn to, no where to run. She should have - defended her son. He and his step father are both in jail Because his mother had truly failed To hold a man she did not watch her son Now look at what he has gone and done. ( child abuse can create stories such as this)
This night i have had This 7th November day It's one of my best I have to say The occasion was A birthday party My son's girlfriend A couple so hearty Parents of this two In tribute proud On a Munro i would stand And shout it out loud Ann Marie, Murdo Nicola and James Proud parents we are Of our sweetheart flames To watch them grow up Into the people they are Bright lights in our lives Our heavenly stars To Leanne and Andrew As i look back on this night This November day This world has done right It has brought you together As it has requested you be No better couple has stood In front of me A few words from a proud parent to the most wonderful couple, with all my heart http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me-2.php
Words Words can make you hurt, Words can make you cry. Words can make you laugh, Words can make you try. Words can change you and Words can make act wrong. Words can hurt others. But words that hurt are nothing new. Words with action is. Because some actions can hurt and make pain come. Some actions can make you feel happy and loved. Some actions can get you down the wrong road. But whatever happens, with words or actions Remember that friends and people have feelings Try listening to them Friends can make you laugh when your sad. They can catch you when you fall. No friend lets you die Or leaves you in a dark corner to cry. Friends are angels from above. They are there for you. So if their is one thing from this that you remember is should be this, Don't say your my friend one moment, Then hurt me and leave me to die the next.
I just can't keep "doing this" any longer! What am I doing? I began to wonder… This "sin" just keeps dragging me further down… What do I do? There's no one around??? This "thing" has got a hold on me… I cry every night… I want to be FREE! I've tried and tried… But to no avail… Just when I think I have victory… I fail! I've read in scripture of a power that I haven't seen. I read of a savior who can do ANYTHING! Why don't I give him a try? I've nothing to lose! I've been so hurt, worn out and abused..… To you, dear Jesus… I confess my every sin. And can feel your love from deep within! Thank you Jesus! For giving me a joy I never knew… I don't know where I'd be if not for YOU! You've brought to my life a peace I never had. For all you've done for me. I am so glad! Won't YOU give your burdens to this one… I call friend? And experience the joy of being born again? Please come to him now. Why not this hour? And experience his life-changing power! By Jim Pemberton 01/17/10
"Mom…. I'm Pregnant!" From the time I held my baby in my arms… I made a vow to "protect her from all harm." She was indeed a wonderful bundle of joy… And during her life, has been a gift for us to enjoy. She's been the focus of much of our attention, Trying to provide for her "timely" correction. As a father, many thoughts entered my mind… I wanted to be attentive to her, patient and kind. As she's gone through her teenage years… I thought of what perhaps is a parent's #1 "fear." Then one day... "Mom I'm pregnant" were spoken... At first, my heart was sad and "broken." "I didn't raise her to be "crazy and wild…" "How could this happen to a wonderful child?" I realized that in spite of everything parent's will do. There's no telling what their children will put them through. I gave her a hug and all of the support I could give… Everything she's been through… God will forgive! With all that has happened in her life… One day she'll make someone a wonderful wife! Dear Lord, please help my daugher to see... How precious she is to her mother and me! Entered in the contest; "Mom I'm Pregnant!" Sponsored by Gwendolen Rix Key findings National levels and trends • In 2006, 750,000 women younger than 20 became pregnant. The pregnancy rate was 71.5 pregnancies per 1,000 women aged 15–19.
Apprehension acquiesces to utter terror. Defense mechanisms engage. Denial drips from my pores. Uncharted territory shakes my synapses. Familiar armor shunned, I stand at the ready with a new-found arsenal. Rounds of confidence and shells of self-worth are the artillery needed to face the looming battle and retain proper station while parenting a teenager.
I didn't know how good I had it, until I lost all that I owned. I lost my famly, all of my cars and even my home. I tried to live a life according to a "good principle." I let pride get in the way and felt rather "invincible." I once had money, wealth and a lot of fame. It seemed like everyone around me all knew my name. I feel empty now... afraid.... and "at my wit's end." Everyone. it seems, has left me. Even my "close friend. Jesus... You're the one I know that I can call upon. You make things "right" when all seems "wrong." What you can give to me, money could never buy. I humbly kneel before you Lord, with a desperate cry. PLease help me dear Jesus. I know that you can. I read in your word that you are; "I AM that I AM!" In YOU... Jesus... can I find life's meaning. Your life for mine, is what I'm now receiving. You're my best friend whom I love so much. I long for your mercy and peace... your "special touch." You alone can bring true joy that fortune could never give. You brought me hope and peace and a reason to live! By Jim Pemberton 2007
Born into a life of wonder and exploring Her parents she looks up to Curious mind roaring her parent adoring What she doesn't know her faith she would soon lose Years grew old as the child grown And her father gives her these looks Her mother wonders but should have know In husband mind what cooks Mother works hard day by day Father sits and waits Father and child they play all day But by then it would be late "Daddy please don't hurt me, get off!" Her voice yells with fright "Only one time I swear" He doesn't really care Next morning comes she wants to die "Mommy why won't her breath Close her eyes and you believe me" "Oh, darling why would you lie?" Believe me "why?" cries Days go one and months go by No one believe her she can't go one She grabs her dad's gun, she begins to cry That father trust is beyond gone She cocks the gun and holds dreams Pulls the trigger and it bring death And the heaven light beams She was raped and it ended her life Because no one listened to her Her life cut short as if by a knife This happened all the time Just listen to the cry
The Bible contains 72 books (Or 73 depending whether Lamentations listed as a separate book Not as a part of Jeremiah) Varying length from a few hundred words to many thousands Together, these books comprise the official list or canon of the Bible These books 45 were written before Christ Called the Old Testament The other 27 books Were written after the time of Christ Called the books of the New Testament
This house of ours is "plain." But is still standing. We're "simple folks..." By many people's understanding… We may not have much of what is "socially appealing"… But we have love in our hearts. And this is a good feeling! We may not be "wrapped up" in much of this world's entertainment. But we seek God's peace and a desire for contentment. We, as a family, have one purpose and "calling" in mind. To seek God's ways of being merciful and kind… Each day we pray with much thankfulness in our hearts… For this is where happiness and gratitude starts! We're thankful to the Lord for his unfailing grace… And for keeping us together in this special place… We're blessed to have a God who is truly worth finding. His word in our lives is precious and worth memorizing! "Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain that build it!" God must rule and reign… So his love can completely fill it! By Jim Pemberton
* this poem has been inspired by Breaking Benjamin's Dear Agony....* * and was written in memory of my grandmother Jeanne Gula * My name is Jeanne Gula, today i found out that i have cancer. Its in a tumor, that's very painful, its very rare, its 3 cancers into 1 they already took it out once... and it came back. The doctor said it was to late to take it out again. Its not the perfect end to my life, but its all i can have.. I don't really know how much more time i have. I used to be able to walk by myself, with out help. I can't believe this happened to me... of all people. It's be coming torture, they called in hospices. This cant be good... I'm in my own home, slowly dieing... I really don't want to leave, I will leave so many loved ones behind.. So I think i will stay a little longer... Its January, i now can't do anything by myself, i have to rely on family to help with everything, my organs are starting to slowly shut down, its very painful to go through. but my daughters birthday is coming soon... I'm not going to leave now... i don't want her to be sad, on such a happy day. I can't hold on much longer. I'm now out of this misery, its feb. 2nd, and I'm finally free. Free, of all this pain, and I'm healthy again, I can walk, with out hanging on to anything or anyone, I can finally be independent again... now no one cry for me, because i lived a full long life, and no longer in pain.. I love you all. Love Grammy
I remember growing up in a Christian family. We were content, joyful and quite happy. Things were "going along rather well." We loved each other... more than words could tell. I think of the special love between mom and dad. As my parents... I was proud and glad! Over the years that rolled on by. Something happened. I don't know why. Our deep love became replaced with "excuses." Our relationshps filed with "barsh words and bruises." This family... I once held so close to my heart. Began to "unravel and fall apart." Our love for another became bitter and cold. Even to the day we're "growing old." Everywhere... it is evident and appearing. The family as a unit is quickly disappearing. We must come together and remove all bitterness. And walk in God's love and his forgiveness! We must appreciate one another-- in spite of our faults! Standing together on Godly principles brings good results! It we insist on "going our separate ways." We'll be sorry "one of these days!" The family is what God has put together. It needs to be rooted in love-- both now and forever! HIS love needs to be the glue that binds us as one. Blessing every mom and dad... daughter and son! By Jim Pemberton 2009
Wiped away my tears when I was sad Gave me space when I was mad Hugged me when I needed her embrace Always put me in my place Was the one who got me through the hard times The one who sang me nursery rhymes Kept me away from the danger Held me away from my anger Always told me that she loved me Never doubted me I could always lean on Mom And she could always make me calm Mommy I love you with all my heart And I trust you with it because you would never tear it apart I love you so much And I know you love me too because I feel it in your touch
Make Your Family First! I know a person who had "a change of heart." And very shortly his family "fell apart." He was involved in doing "so many things." He neglected the duty of what family brings! He became so involved in helping others… He neglected his wife and his kids' mother! At first, he had the best of intentions… But failed to give his family any kind of attention! He was so busy, and away from home so much. It didn't take long for him to be "out of touch." Very soon he found his life "way off course…" And heading down the path of a divorce! He began to ask himself the question; "why?" As he began to hear all of his kids cry! Beyond all of the chaos and "chatter." He decided that his family DOES matter! He quit doing many of the things he once did. And asked all of his family to please forgive! He's now the kind of dad that he needs to be! And is with his family so faithfully! May this be a lesson and reminder to us all! How quickly we can get up. How quickly we can fall! May we put an effort into our family as number one! Every mom and dad! Daughter and son! By Jim Pemberton
As a dad of three I've got your measure We love you protect you give us lots of pleasure But……mums and dads aren't as daft as you think we are Dads give us a fiver and ill wash your car Mum….can I take a couple of pounds out of the copper jar My car barely sees water and a sponge because it's too much mither And the copper jar that held a tenner now holds just a fiver And so it goes on Dad….can I stay out as long as Paul his dad lets him stay out till eleven A quick call to Paul's dad guess what Pauls in at seven We love you dearly but you kids think were daft But were on to you it's almost become a craft And the classic dad can I have my pocket money mums give her last to my brother A quick word with mum reveals you've just had a tenner Me and your mum we do talk to each other Clean your room up I've asked you 4 times if you don't that's it your grounded I said I've done it dad you tell me I go check it's clean but it's all under your bed That's it your grounded Toys out of pram and don't give me that look You know the one open mouthed astounded You see mums and dads aren't daft it's all part of the game But…..through all your tantrums and tears We still love you all the same
A girl child is born given life brand new To a mother so proud and a daddy too Elsewhere mother gives a baby boy life Daddy's not there he's at home with his wife One day daddy's gone Baby girl wonders why Baby boy hides his hunger so mommy don't cry One mommy works from morning into the night The other works streets sleeping thru daylight Each mother making the best of her situation Children denied mothers love and appreciation Each child raise themselves all, alone Kids with no childhood forced to be grown A two parent love they'll never get to learn 15 years old to each others they will turn Not knowing true love thinking theirs real Only both parents love they sought to fulfill A mother gives a girl life as they do a son They're but babies, at 15 innocence gone Reality of broken homes, the cycle lives on
You ask of people small things to do But it seems like it's so hard for them to do. You say to yourself, "If the table were turned, I would not have done this thing to you." You find yourself in certain situations, And you ask individuals for their help. But you're left high and dry and all alone, And once again you are all by yourself. You know the saying goes, What goes around comes around the same. But some of the things that has happened to me, I would not want those things to happen to anyone else by name. Sometimes, the way we react, Others do not understand, But if the table were turned, I guarantee you; You would not find another like me in the land. We do things to other people, And you wonder if the table was turned; Would you get treated the way you should have been, Or would you end up just getting burned. I know that we are going to reap, that which we sow, Our character has to get tested. And that's how people would really know; That if the table were actually turned, It would show the kind of reaction or blow. WHAT WOULD YOU DO, OR HOW WOULD YOU REACT, IF THE TABLE WERE TURNED!!!
I think i might write a letter to someone that i havent talked to in a while Ill lay it beside her stone the stone i brought for her when i was really young Ill wait until she writes back Falling asleep on the cold ground Waking up in the fog
Pacabells cannon starts to play. The gates open and everyone looks my way. Beautiful black and red roses line the red carpet that leads to you. You look amazing tonight too. I look at my white dress as I step into the setting sun. The light catches the black sparkles and roses on my dress and makes me look beautiful, makes me feel like one. A black rose on this beautiful LA sand. A black rose that belongs to a wonderful man. I slowly walk down the aisle. I walk up to you and I smile. There's black and red roses on the alter and I get up ther. I can smell their sweet fregrance in the warm evening air. The paster starts as I look at you. You say you vouls and I say mine too. You say "I do," and I do the same too. You slip yet another beautiful ring on my finger and kiss me so sweetly. We hold hands and walk back down the beautiful rose lined aisle. We walk to the peir where there are beautiful lights hung up everywhere. I spin to look at the beauty and you lean in close to me and say, "wait here." You walk up to the DJ and request and smile as a familure tune comes on. I continue to smile and I take your hand. you walk me back out onto the beautiful sand. "Our first dance," you say. My smile gets bigger when I here Amazed starts to play. You pull me closer to you as we start to move from side to side. My nourvousness is hard to hide. "You okay beautiful?" you ask softly as you gently run your hand through my hair. "Yeah baby, I'm fine," I say as I see people gather around and stare. We dance and we sway sweetly and quietly. We kiss and dance slowly. We kiss again and you start to sing along with the song. I've been waiting for this day, I've been waiting so long. We'r walking on the beach again. hand in hand. you still in your tux, I'm still in my dress. This is our future. Together. Forever. The setting sun catches my ring. It shines brightly. "I love you," I say and we kiss again. "I love you too," you say and gently pick me up. You carry me back up to the house. You carry me up sairs and lay me on our bed. You lay beside me and gently kiss my head. We lay there and talk for hours and hours. We smile and laughas our future stretches on in front of us.
Why You Make Me Smile Because you are beautiful Because you are kind Because you are wonderful Because you are caring Because you are funny Because you are smart Because you are cute Because you are sweet Because you are cool Because you are understanding Because you are You!
My mind seems to be going "in every direction." I often wander if I'm going through a depression. The people I once loved... I love no more. Life seems to be so "dry." Rather "a bore." My life seems to be "turned upside down" There's no one to help. Nobody around. Will you... God... listen to my call? And accept me... Faults and all? I know that you're listening to my desparate plea. To love someone as lowly as me. Thank you Lord for helping me along. In your arms of mercy... Is where I belong! By Jim Pemberton 2007
I'm here to tell you that when "the going get's rough…" A simple, "God bless you!" May not be enough! Just when you think things in life are getting you down… And perhaps there's "not a friend anywhere to be found…" Perhaps… Right now… You find yourself right there! Let me encourage you to try some prayer! Jesus is as close as the mention of his name! With him in control… Things will never be the same! He'll speak peace to the raging waters of life's ocean… And will give to you… His 100% "love potion!" He'll bring peace and healing to your heart and home. He's always there with you. You're NEVER alone! The chains of discouragement will simply disappear… His perfect love will cast out all fear! He'll pick up the pieces of life that are broken... As you allow his words of love and hope to be spoken. He'll do for you what no power or god can do… He's here right now He's waiting for YOU! By Jim Pemberton 04/26/11
From the beginning momma been duin it on her own, raising a fast kid like me in a single parent home. 15 years old with her whole life ahead of her, but sperm traveled fast and made a single egg last. Now its me, here by mistake, so I only look at myself as one. Taking her through hell for 15 years , while she gave up all she had in front of her. No prom, no graduation, no happiness, her teenage life thrown away and sacrificed just for me. But all this didn't have to be. She had a choice: murder me, or give me away and live happily. She kept me out the goodness of her heart, lord knows If she had the chance, she'd give it up for a brand new start. But this is the life of how a small lil teen in a huge giant world grows with guilt inside. Daddy wasn't an addict, and daddy wasn't a jail berg. Daddy isn't dead, he's just somewhere being mislead. He's not with me, so how can he tell me where I need to be. I grew up like any other kid, without a father. All I had and have to depend on is my mother. She's not the best, but she's defiantly far from the rest. She's modeling for me, modeling how to be. The best is what she want me to see. Tough love is rough is love, momma know love. Momma give love, momma take love, but I'm surprised momma still giving love. Its just a matter of time before momma throw in the gloves! From the headaches, to the heartaches; I couldn't possibly imagine what hurts worst! She's smiling on the outside, sorta like me, & crying behind closed doors, praying on her knees: hoping her daughter don't fall a victim to the streets, and become pregnant just from one lil piece of meat! The whoopings, the spankings, the beatings, the busted heads, and the loud yells are just a sign of tough of love, tryna teach a lesson, while I'm blaming myself when I should really be countin my blessings! Momma just wanna see me succeed, fulfill the things she wasn't able to in life, and spend time with her on the things that her momma couldn't. She wanna see the best in me, & honestly, I'm striving to be all I can. Bringing home good grades, making goals, achieving goals, and playing my role. They say we can't please every body and I guess I try too hard, but momma is one person who I wanna impress lord! Take care of her like she take care of me, that's after I become all I can be! Cause I want my momma to see . . . . . . . . . I'm GONE make it!!!
she came from a broken home where the parents at each other would throw stones. every day they would argue, bicker and fight, all the way till the night. not realizing their Childs plight. the child to them in turn would scream but in the battle she was not seen. from her father she had sexual abuse fighting with him, was of no use. he forced himself upon her at a very young age from there on, her life would never be the same. living in fear of what he would do and who she could turn to. where could she go the judicial system moves very slow. when she had told her mother. her mother said it could never be why would he go with you when he has me? she knew then, that she would have to leave and with her being gone, no one would grieve. she would pack her bags, with everything she owned, and on the road she would go. with tears in her eyes, she walked out the door, to return never more. and as she got to the swinging gate her mother screamed to her but it was too late. on her dresser bureau, her mother found this note. you gave birth to me, and brought me into this world, and you had always said that I was your little girl. but when I told you what had happened to me you laughed and turned your back on me. so now I am leaving, because I can not continue this abuse, don't look for me, it will be of no use. I love you mom, or you are my mother just watch out for my little brother. I am a child from a broken home and I know that I'm not alone.
Our Father's Love... Many don't think about their heavenly father's love. And forget about his mercy, grace and love. That day when God's son was to die. His tender heart begin to bleed and cry. The wondrous love that God demonstrated. A plan of salvation has been orchestrated. Are you of the many who follow him? Where you can find an atonement for your sin. He patiently waits for you this very day. And loves you much more than words can say. This moment in time... With your heavenly father can be spent. Lay your every burden at his feet. And repent. Though your sins be as black as scarlet... They can be white as snow. His precious blood can wash you clean and make you whole! You will walk away from guilt and shame. The day you bow and call on Jesus' holy name! By Jim Pemberton
I was a follower A coward, Just trying to fit in In this busy, busy empire Then I met a person, who believed she had it all not in the bad way, as you would suppose She gave me some advice, Can you guess what it was? Simple and plain, Just powerful enough: She said if you hold your head up high But not so far That your nose is in the sky... If you're proud of what you acquire, Your confidence shoots higher If you speak up, voice your opinion, Let people know that you're not just another minion... If you be who you want to, And forget the people who say it's not you... And if you are kind to others, Especially your mother YOU are a leader. You ARE a leader. You are a LEADER. If you stand up for the people that you may not even know Tell that ignorant harasser just to get up and go If you know where you should be, There's a whole lot you can see If others think you're worth nothing, Show them they're wrong by saying "You're wasting your time by trying to waste mine!" And just walk away Make sure to tell them That You're a leader, But what are they?
"Alice!" I wondered Why she called my name Another days lecture Or a little nagging pain "Alice!" Forget it I won't talk to her today No more petty put downs About my habits and my ways "Alice!" That woman She won't tell me who I am I'll get some things together Maybe I'll run, if I can "Alice!" It's endless I hate the way she cries Whenever something happens Whenever someone dies "Alice!" I loathe her The way she'll hit me only once I can't stand my own self sacrifice And how it come through in her touch
If I told you that I hated you, you would cry, and I hate it when you cry, because then I cry too So if I was hurt because you were hurt then maybe I don't really hate you. Maybe I hate what you've become and what you are becoming As the days pass on by you can see that your little girl is becoming a woman and it hurts to let go you want to hold on tight Sometimes so tight that she's gasping for the world around her she knows that it is just for her protection but what would happen if she didn't experience things on her own You may tell her what's wrong and what's right but the truth is when there's too much right being done she turns to wrong for answers so no matter how tight you hold on she's still gonna learn on her own and no matter how much you tell her you love her she's still gonna tell you she hates you because it's wrong.
`Honor thy father and mother` ~Ten Commandments it is She who has given birth to me, it is He who has worked to raise me, it is They who have given me life and kept me alive. I should be expressing my eternal gratitude, My undying respect and sworn obedience, yet what do I do? Their kindness and love, I forsake, Their faces, weary from working to support me, I curse at, The loyalty, respect and gratitude they deserve, I forget. I bury myself with guilt, I don`t know how to ask forgiveness, I find it hard to express my feelings with honesty. I have at least filial piety, Obligated by nature and by God, to honor my parents. Yet till now I always curse them when I don`t mean to, I answer back before I stop my cursed mouth, and I don`t give them to honor they deserve. I am the worst daughter, I have the best parents, I cry myself to sleep.
Pulled in two Not sure what to do One a friend and lover The other I am his mother How do you take sides like that Him calling my son a brat No I wont see it his way I wont give in not today My baby may be hard to deal with at times But you know what he is mine I did not ask you to be his dad And if you can not deal and have to go I wont be sad My boys are first no matter what you see If you try to make me choose you will be set free I do not have to have a man in my life I had one like you that why I am a ex-wife So do not push me or try to pull me apart Cause I love my boys with all my heart If you care at all you will understand So please do not try and force my hand You say that you love me And happy is all you want us to be Well darling see here is the deal First I am a mother than a woman that real I will not play games with my kids hearts Its them not you who keep my world from falling apart So if you love me they come to If not than sorry I do not need you
He can drive me crazy Sometimes he is so lazy He is disrespectful and rude Never get enough food He is thirteen A high strung eating machine However He is also my baby boy At night he still sleeps with his stuffed toy So yes sometimes I am lost and scared Cause with a teenager my life is shared But I will do what all moms do Put up with the teenager who should by all rights live at the zoo If you have one you know what I am saying is true If not than lucky for you And those moms with little one beware The teenage years have to be handled with care You will go crazy with worry and stress be put to the test And you will have days that are the best Just remember that they are still your little angels Just now they have horns to hold up their halos But do not let me scare you please do not despair They do make great coloring for the gray in your hair But don't think when nineteen hits you are though I am thirty four my mom says I give her gray too
Lonely and alone, single now with the children my only comfort and yet a reminder. The divorce a tug of war between me and her for what once was mine, I thought. My heart lies languid and still a deep dark mountain pool, without flutter or ripples. The waves and white water emotions will come flooding in after dark. Our little ones must not glimpse in me the ugly cuts and scars of your infidelity. I force myself into our once cramped now too empty bed. I can now cry quietly in solitude for love and affection like a wounded animal. I silently scream to be touched, to be reached for, and to be desired. I miss you I still love you I would forgive you I still want you, Joe where are you? I hide in the shadows of my despair, dream of killing her, torturing painfully and slowly? I'll be gouging out her eyes with one degrading glare a smile and a snicker. I'm gutting her slowly with only the nightly beckoning of my little finger. A tryst in the Sykes parking lot in the back seat of our car inches from your son's safety seat. Pass a silent gift a potential killer and ruin her womanhood and child bearing potential, almost taking her life. Rip apart her family with whispered AM phone calls and PM come hither stares. Strip her self-esteem and ego depositing them without remorse in a blender set to puree. I would do to her all that she has done to me and more, I am lonely, alone, single now and only them to thank. Summer Gratias
Are you the same mom and dad I used to know? Since I left the house… many years ago? Both who carefully taught me the Christian ways. Don't seem to care what the Bible says. You were there to give correction with a belt in hand. But now are doing things… I don't understand. What happened to the father's love I once seen in your eyes? You've somehow twisted God's truth into corruptible lies. You've broken my heart dear mom and dad. I'm praying for you… but my heart grows sad. Please… Just this once… Listen to me! I want the Godly parents you used to be! Please make me proud of the parents I once knew. And know that I really love and appreciate you. You're my mom and dad… You're the world to me. And you're special to God... It's plain to see! May your days be blessed and God's presence fill your soul. I will always love you no matter where you may go. Thanks mom and dad for reading this "special letter." With God on board… Things will get better! By Jim Pemberton 2007
Is your life running on empty fumes? Are the adversities and stress of life being consumed? Any zeal and passion for God may be in the past… You wonder; "How long is life going to last???" Perhaps you feel like your anchor's "been lost at sea…" And ask; "Lord… Why is this happening to me?" Things in life often catch us "unaware…" You may ask; "does anyone out there really care?" There is someone who can help you along! In Jesus' arms of mercy is where you belong! He walked this earth and calmed the sea of Galilee… He'll calm the storms of life for you and me! Won't you give him a chance... To calm your fears? And allow his love to wipe away any tears? He'll bring peace to a hopeless situation… All you need to do… Is to give him an invitation… The choice is yours… It's your decision to make! Won't you do it now? Before it's too late??? By Jim Pemberton 01/18/10
While on patrol Down by the beach A shadow in the water Just out of my reach It's off a young girl About sixteen years old What would have troubled her For her life to fold We report it in And await the coroners van To unscramble this enigma As to why this all began Down at the morgue Through her belongings we look A bracelet we find And her diary book We check on the computer Under the missing persons file This girl so young Still a juvenile We sit and ponder At her watery stray This girl so young She's a runaway We head back to the patrol car For we have sad news to tell How do you tell her parents For inside me it dwells We knock on the door And her mother appears May we please come in As her smile disappears On the beach front tonight A young girl was found In the shallows by the pier I'm so very sorry, she drowned On the way back to the precinct I'm thinking of home Of my own young daughter Pray-fully, she'll never roam A week has passed Since they laid her to rest They said, look after your daughter I sure will mam, I'll do my best http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-4.php
It was me that my savior chose... He's supplied all my needs— my food and clothes. He was there when I was laid off from work. Satan was saying, "you're no good—just a jerk." I admit; "my accomplishments— I do not boast." But I do exalt the Father, the Son and Holy Ghost. If not for God's love, I'd be dead, this I know. This is the reason why I love him so! He's done so much for me— it's hard to express. The privilege of being God's son— I am so blessed! I was a clay jar all broken apart, But the potter put me together from his heart. The glue he used was his love for me, That's why I'm happy and set free! This I know and hope you'll understand, He'll do the same for you— just reach out your hand! By Jim Pemberton 2005
"God is mother in a childs eyes." Thats what I have always been told, But what is a child in their mother's eyes? A child is; life, love, and Everything. From the day she first holds her child to the day she lets them go into the world alone. The child is what keeps her going, what motivates her to live. If a mother loses her child she loses her reason to go on, even knowing that the child would want her too. She knows she cant...Not without them.
I am a woman, talented, beautiful, and different intriguing, decisive, and allicient. I am a woman, intelligent, charming, and persistent young, wise, and independent. I am a woman, strong, romantic, and understanding mature, high maintance, and compromising. I am a woman patient, flattering, and advocate glamorous, luminous, and fortunate. I am a woman, caring, sane, and high class, giving, insecure, and a sass. I am a woman.
Secret, my secret, I've kept you so long. But secret, my secret, it's been so wrong. Farther and farther, they try to hold on, but I'm gone. Lost in this web of lies, my secret, my own demise. I want to tell you mama, I really do. So I will. Mama, I like boys but girls too, I'm bisexual mama. Secret, my secret, it ain't no more.
Im alone now... the family's gone to bed. sinful thoughts have entered my head I don't know which direction to turn. My mind feels like a fire... "ready to burn." "Jesus help me!" is my cry and prayer. I know you listen and you care!. I don't want to think on thoughts which trap and allure. But to memorize God's word-- so holy and pure! God's word is a light unto my feet... a lamp unto my path. By HIS word directing me-- I'll avoid God's wrath! Thank you Lord for being patient, loving and kind. And thanks for giving me more of a Christ-like mind. Your loving kindness has now filled my soul. And by your word... my mind's been made whole! By Jim Pemberton 2007
foolish within that shows through the skin, you're hopeless but hoping for the worst for me. I don't care for you, and never will. You will see when you burn in hell, in the future near you'll see that I wasn't the one wrong, so don't try to be sincere. You think it's all about you, when the truth is no one wants anything to do with you. You've already over thought it all, and now you're all alone starring at the wall. I bet you realize now that the pain you feel you caused yourself. Within in all, comes the suffering of withdraw. All the pills that you've swallowed won't save your sorrow.
I don't understand, how i'm blame to be the biggest sin the world can see. you're little tall tails, you try and make the people believe are all hopeless, just like the heart inside of you beats. i'm breathing like i always do, i'm not gonna miss a single breath over you. when you're the one, that's suppose to be here for me, even when death captures the life of me. sadly, you're mistaken, for the life you've overtaken. the life of a drugged out temptresses is not a life to lead, thats why you aren't my example of the future to me. i don't want to be the one that is always the one to plead, for money, for sex, for looks, oh you're something i've learned to not be from those certain books. you weren't there for me to write, when you were suppose to be, the introduction author about the life of me. the life of me, how interesting can that be? well, i must say, you helped me be able to write about a girl who has been terribly betrayed. where's my mother, the one whose suppose to be like none other? you gave me no one, but myself to look up too.
My tinny girl Let me taking you to your mother's side She's worrying about you Since the last Flowery Festival Let us bring her happiness and joy Stop searching broken dreams In those dirty alleys of New York's alleys Your mother is waiting In the Brickfield of Texas Come to your daddy He's dying and cancer is eating both of them Come home at once without any regret We are going to take you back We're going to forgive you Let's give That child A hearty home.
Mother: Shivering nights follow me as my stomach grows I feel her inside me I can picture her face, smile, personality Worth such a huge future But I couldn't give it to her I'm not ready… He doesn't want her We couldn't handle it The pressure, the responsibility And god the things that are happening to my body I'm not ready I'm not My mom cries whenever she looks at me My dad doesn't even look I couldn't take care of her by myself Maybe…maybe I can give her away To a family that could love her until I'm ready There's so much I haven't done Goals I haven't fulfilled All my dreams are gone Because of a mistake A onetime mistake I learned my lesson But I can't take care of this baby She needs so much more, She deserves so much more I can't let her come into this world like this I'm not ready Daughter: Its ok mommy You don't have to worry You're not alone I still love you You can still follow your dreams if you try And teach me how to do right I'm going to be a sweet baby People are going to call me your twin Don't you like the sound of that mommy? I promise to do my best in everything So I can make you proud mommy When I come We'll have each other And that's all that's going to matter We'll prove everyone wrong And do better than anyone expected We can do it mommy You can do it I believe in you Mother: I can't do this I can't I'll try again when I'm ready It's not even alive yet So it'll be ok He said he would leave me My dad said I was stupid And my mom… She had such high hopes and dreams for me I can still do it I can make them proud But not with this thing growing in me It's ok It can't feel anything And later on ill be the best mother ever But not now I'm not ready
I used to think that life was a joke. When I was 9 I started to smoke. When I was 11 I began to drink. But as I got older I began to think I started thinking about what I wanted to do and what I had to give. But then I realized I had a long life to live. At age 13 I started to fight for no good reason. Thanks to my dad and my anger, I got kicked out of school for the rest of the season. Not long after, my mom and my dad were separated, By this time, my anger had very well escalated. I was baker-acted for making threats in 1999. Threatening take everyone's life, including mine. I hated it! I hated my life in every way. I always stayed in the house. I never wanted to play. After being home schooled for two years, It was time to go to High School my dear. My mother appraised me, she said I would to fine. Oops! My Bad. I got suspended 22 times. I got baker acted again and I caught a charge. A charge that landed me straight behind bars. I was on probation and violated constantly. For once the only thing I wanted was to be free. At age 15 I was in a program locked in a cell. Oh boy! How fun! I had my 16th Birthday in jail. It took 11 months and 11 days to get my act straight and learn better ways. January 16,2004 I was free once again, To be locked up no more. 3 days after I was 17 and free from being locked down, My mother tells me I'm off probation now. Now that I've told you what I've been through, Its time for me to tell you about what I plan to do. This is what I plan to do with my life. To make good decisions and to do what's right. I plan to continue to go to school. No more days of trying to play cool. I am who I am not to pretend. The way I think of it, in my life I need no fake friends. People think I'm crazy for my plan to succeed. Its my choice if I want to be a part of the city police. I want to major in Criminal Justice to become a lawyer or be apart of the law. I have came a very long way and have left so many people in awe. People think of me as a misbehaved, disturbed little child. But look at how far I made it. Even though it took a while. When I was younger, I was wild. But to all who doubted me, I hope I made you proud. See the effort that I chose to give. And all this was to earn a better life to live.
You're standing there, but i don't see you You're kissing me, but i don't feel your passion You're hugging me, but i can't feel your warmth You're whispering in my ear, but i can't hear you You say you've been loving me, but where is the love Where have you been? All this time I've been burning you never stop to pure cold water on me All this time that I've been earning you never stop to share with me Now i see, at least i think so Tell me something i need to know Tell me that your there for me Show me what i need to see Break the brick wall that covers my face Climb over obstacles like it's a race Teach me, feed me, love me once again Be my Mother not my friend
Papa says yes Mama says no Off to a dance I want to go Flowers in my hair Mama says Girl don't you dare Horn's just a blaring Papa not even caring Begging dear mama Please Please can I go hah hah If your papa says yes Then I must confess Your mama says no But This time I'll let you go Be home by eleven My little princess from Heaven For if you come in late Your papa is going to kill that date To My Jenny Tribute To Teenage Dating Remember Kiddies Were always watching LOL
Wandering Eyes... Have you been captured by the wandering of your eyes? Things you once held as true and wholesome-- you now despise. Have you been "captured" by an outward beauty? Thereby neglecting your God-given duty? Has your soul been consumed with sin's all-consuming fire? With an uncontrollable appetitie and an ungodly desire. In your heart, is the Holy Spirit an uninvited guest? No wonder your life is in such a huge mess! Your head is filled with fantasies and temptations of every kind. You pretend on the outside. But you've lost control of your mind. For your failures—you have only yourself to blame. Now's the time to repent— and call on Jesus' name! Though your sins be red as scarlet-- they can be washed as white as snow. Only Jesus can be true peace and satisfaction to your troubled soul. By Jim Pemberton 2008
Are Things In Life "Out Of Place?" I visited a garage sale. And had a surprised look on my face. I noticed that some things were "out of place." To my right... Was a shelf filled with books.. And Christian ones too. To my left... Was a sign that read; "I have adult movies for you." I wondered and thought with some kind of amazement. "Does this person read these books. And watch this "entertainment?" This is common in many Christian homes... Often... People cross God's "boundaries" and "safety zones." Anyone can go to church. Pray, sing and "shed a tear." Not realizing that sin's temptation is drawing ever so near. Do you seek God's holiness and the power of Jesus' name? But each night... Before bedtime... Things aren't quite the same... Have you opened up your heart and mind... And live life unfulfilled? Is this the way you ought to live? Is this what God has willed? He desires to live inside of you. And help you to discover. With any stronghold in life. He'll help you to recover! Are things in life "out of place?" And need to be put back together? Allow God's word to guide you! His promises are forever! Everything will be where it should be... With Jesus In control! Only he can defeat the enemy that seeks to destroy your soul! By Jim Pemberton 08/03/09
!7 Years she has coped with us on her own You and Nan struggle for a week even with just one of us You bastad if any one is useless its you Don't you dare speak about my mum like that again You will regret it! How could you say that? I hate you even more now If anyone is useless then it's you without Nan you'd be nothing To me you are nothing You're such a prick Don't you ever say that about my mum again You got that? Good
A comfortable sound; is found in the pews Illuminated, we are feeling the Good News As this providence is caught alive All tempestuous thoughts of transgressors subside Hallelujah, HE brings divine will for all of us too… It is so good to hear the sweet sounds from the pews
We get off the plane and smell the lovely air. Hawaii. One of the most beautiful places. I look at you and smile. "This place is beautiful," I say, spinning around. "Yes, it is," you say and pull me close. "I love you," I say. I love you too," you say and kiss me. Hand in hand we walk into the setting sun. The sun's poking through the shades in our room. "Good morning beautiful," you say when I open my eyes. "Good morning," I say and smile. "I've got a surprise for you," you say and smile. I look at you questionably. "Just get dressed and I'll show you." "Okay." You take my hand and lead me down to the beach. "I heard you've always wanted to do this," you say and smile. You point to two goals. My face lights up. "Sand soccer," I say happily and look at you. You kiss me and smile, "I figured you'd like it." We walk down to the two goals and we'r e put on a team. We play for hours and hours. When the game is over, we sit on the sand by the shore. "That was fun," I say and look at you. "Yeah, it was," you say and lean in and kiss me. "I love you," I say as you warp your arms around me. "I love you too," you say and smile. We watch the sun set on the beautiful sea before we head back to our room. The next day we surf. We surf for hours. "This is great baby," you say as we sit on our boards. "Yeah," I say and smle, "you must really like doing this," I say and brush a srand of hair from your face. "Yes," you say and you lean in and kiss me.
Off on your own at such a young age So independent and strong-willed I wish you weren't in such a hurry to become so grown up For that happens all too soon Why not enjoy youth while it is here So quickly, it will fade away It pains me to see you struggle, Life's burden already on your shoulders As you take on the world, practically still a youth (Though I know you'd disagree to that) So, I hope and pray for the best for you That you will be cautious in all your decisions If only you'd seek God's guidance in life's every step For your Creator knows what's best for you I love you, Mom
I knew of a "brother" who held a grudge. From his position. He wouldn't "budge." When asked why he held this... against a certain person. Having nothing to do with him. He was certain! The reason for this grudge... Is probably "silly" to many. When asked for a good reason. There wasn't any. He said; "I don't hold any kind of unforgiveness." "What I do..." "It's none of your business!" "I don't hold a grudge and I want to be clear!" "There are some people... I wish weren't here!" Are there people in your life who've been "shut out.?" "Is this what being Christ' example is all about? Living for Christ is not about who we "avoid." If a life of Godliness is to be fully enjoyed. We can make "excuses" to stay away from somebody. This could be your brother. Neighbor. Or anybody. Christ gave his life and wants us to follow his rules... He knows all about us.... And is never fooled! May your life be filled with compassion for every soul. In doing this... You'll be made complete and whole! Discover true freedom. Leave any "grudges" in the past. Enjoy true victory in Christ... And a peace that 'll last! By Jim Pembeton 08/01/09
Will you help me find the words Oh Calliope I need a muse, something to inspire Oh Calliope Find the words to enchant Oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire So come to me Enchanting me Oh Calliope You're all really need Oh Calliope The words I write Tainted by your touch Oh Calliope You are not to know What will become of thee Oh Calliope You are my heart You are my soul You're all I used to be So whisper to me Oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire, So come to me Enchanting me Oh Calliope I could always need you Something I can always use so go on enchant me oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire So come to me enchanting me oh Calliope
Glow Look at me! My body's Fresh, new And shapely too! Watch me bloom Like a wild red rose, Watch my character And confidence grow, grow and grow As I become a Glowing beautiful woman That everyone wants To know. Watch my life take Flight to places That are unknown. The world's my Open book, Now let me Start my Amazing story! I'm ready To go, Watch me glow.
Child if you don't get yo nappy head; Imma give you something to cry about. Get yo butt over here. Say one mo thang. Ima beat the black off of ya. Wait til i'm finish. I bet not hear another word. It'll hurt me more than It'll hurt you. You act up here, I'ma act with you. Im aint chasing after you. I put you in this world I sho nuff can take you out. That's a black mama.
My mother pushed the door open to me, tried to find my smile again, out of my depression. She poured out all the venom of her soul and my dirty veins saw the lights of the oncoming nightmares. My body was screaming, activated my conscience to resist a temptation. His music was very popular in the sixties,mother and the entry of drug into the bloodstream, made my garden enclosed by a high wall. Its the wall,mother. The wall. Ghost and enemies surrounded my home and all the land encompassed by those hills isn't mine anymore. I cried as my illusion to be a better man is gone now. Surrender unconditionally,be a martyr in the cause of nothing, as my body suffered, counted upon Your help. My mother pushed the door open to me, The day was drawing to its close.
The simple agony of waiting for the storm to rain on my head, some one help, I can't wait any longer, I can already hear the thunder rumble, in the distance, but yet epproaching.
Only 14 years old, didn't know what she was doing, but he did. Laid her down on the bed telling her "It's going to be just fine". Taking off all her clothes, taking yours off too. She didn't know no better, she thought this was love. He knew all the right things to tell her, they didn't use a condom. Two months later still no period, she is so scared. From the sickness, putting on weight, she knew what you had done. When she tried to tell you, you didn't listen. All you said was "It's not my baby, I used a condom". Everybody was thinking she was a hoe. When she told her mother she was five months, all her mother did was cry. She was suppose to be her little angel, she wasn't no more, she felt alone. Her mother not talking to her, the daddy not being around, she thought she was ready to die. But when she had that little baby boy, she had somebody to love. Now her life was complete again. She also missed going to parties, movies, just being a teenager period. She had t o grow up fast. Now she has a reasonability to deal with. She thanks the Lord everyday for bringing her son in her life. And for giving her this experience. Now she knows not to do it again
there are better things then living with you cause the way your acting makes you seem like a fool i have always loved you but you just could never see because our personality clashed on that day you left me crying all alone with no kind of help you should have been there, mom you should have took a stand. No it's over and i believe were through no longer will i want., to be around you so don't cry tears when i never come back because thats what you did to me the day our personalities clashed
We get off the plane, back in LA. We drop our stuff off at home and go out for the day. You wait outside the bathroom door. "Baby," I say. You stop breathing. "What is it?" I slowly open the door. "Yes." I say and smile. "Yes!" you scream and pick me up. You spin me around and kiss me. 9 months later I step out of the car. 3 of us this time. Isavella. Our first daughter. "She looks just likeher mom," you say and smile. "With her daddy's eyes," I say and look at you. "I love you," you say. "I love you too," I say and gently kiss me. We're older now we've made it a long way. We sit on the deck and watch the sun set. "All or nothing," I say and hold your hand. "All or nothing," you say and lead me down to the sand. "30 years is a long time," you say to me and pull me close. " So is forever," I say. You hit play and Amazed comes on. "We'll make it that far, I swer," you say as we start to dance. We look at Isabella playing in the sand. "I know baby," I say and smile. We'll last forever. Nothing will break us. We'll always be together. Together forever.
Why does she make Tyesha cry? Why she act like she don't care? Why did she have 3 kids that she doesn't want to take care of? Why do all of us hate being at home? Why does she have a man in the house she doesn't trust? Why does she let him hurt Tyesha? Why would Tyesha have to lie? Why am I scared to leave them with her? Why do I feel it's my right to protect them? Why do I want to settle for less in stay in Saginaw to have them close to me? Why does she treat us wrong? I know why it's because of Skinny!!
Simple words, Comforting smiles, Surely make my life worth while, Pain of the past rest on my shoulders, Now that I am getting older, Heart is in grieviance, And my mind is numb, My heart is hurting, Even if I have someone to love, I want this life, But it seems as if it doens't want me, Why won't God hear my plea, Tingling sensations shoot through my body, But what if i can't pull this off, What if I can't love again, What if I have lost my mom!
If Aiming For Beauty Pretty, Is Nice But Plain Vanity Is A Venal-Vice Inner Beauty: Is A Necessity Outer Beauty: (Maybe) Superficiality Outer Beauty: May Impress Memory But Inner Beauty: Lasts An Eternity Now, As A Teen I Did Preen Too Much Esteem Oldest, Sister Seen … So, As A Teen, I Was Told Advice To Shape- Mold Words: Worthy-Gold Listen: Behold … "You Are Pretty, Yes It's True But Just Wait A Minute or Maybe Two All In Time and Life's View Will Come Someone … Prettier Than You So, Don't Be A Victim-in-Error Like The Queen, due to Snow White and A Mirror Of Course, There'll Be Somebody Fairer So, Don't Be A Silly-Comparer … … 'Cause, The Prettiest Person Is Ugly To Someone And The Ugliest Person Looks Good To Somebody, Hon … Lovely, Is As Lovely Do … Be A Portrait and Not Just Surface-Cute Be A Shame, If Someone Spends Time With You And Sees, Ain't Nothing Else, Or Nothin' New 'Cause I've Seen People Who Were 'Knock-Outs' ! … That is, Until They Opened Their Mouths And Revealed Hostility In Hearts Made Attraction-Desirability … Depart See: Mean and Envy And A Barb-Wire Tongue And Harm and Dumb … Starts When Young So, Strive To Be Kind A Gentle Heart-Smile Clean and Sweet And Your Own-Love-Style … Also Godly Fear And Inner Beauty Will Appear Your Outer Beauty Will Be Clear …" … My Stunning Sister, I Still Hear … "Beauty … Is In The Eye Of The Beholder" Especially True … As We Grow Older (I'm Remembering Jenny ... I'm Remembering)
It's about that time that I grow up and see that my family is getting to out of hand. My momma is acting crazier than she's ever in her life. Over a man, over the way she treats me and my sisters, to just all family problems. She acts like she 7 years old, always going crying to somebody because things ain't going her way. To make it like me and my sister Tyesha is the bad guys. I hate the fact that I have to sit and see it all go down, but what can I do. I'm almost grown. To many problems in my life, that needs to be fixed, Or too many people are going to be hurt including me. I hate my life right now, and that's sad to say. But with everything going on with me that how I felt for a long time now. It looks like I'll be leaving home in a little bit, but I don't want to do that. I'm still scared to be on my own in life, I don't really know what to do. Too many problems is making me have another nerves breakdown, I don't have time for it. I'm a senior now, and I need to do what I need to do and get out of here. I have too many problems in my life that I hate to talk about but I need to. So to all my problems please leave me alone, and let me be. So I'm go start praying to God to help me though things that's going to make me a better person.
Those Who Have Wronged Us… I had a loved one whom I thought loved me. I couldn't understand how she would treat me! I thought she was a Christian. She said she was. She told me; "I don't like you just because!" As the years went by, just the way she lived. I wanted nothing to do with her! Much less forgive! The things she did were hurtful and caused pain. I didn't even want to mention her name! Years later, I felt the lord tugging at my heart! God wanted a healing… And a fresh start I wanted an apology… It never took place. I felt the Lord asking me for more of his grace. You see, after all these years, with no words spoken. I heard of some news, and my heart was broken. I found out this person was soon at death's door. When I found out… I fell to the floor! I cried "Father in heaven will you please forgive me? I didn't love her, in spite of how she would treat me!" The opportunity I had was a chance for forgiving. Now she hasn't much longer that she'll be living! May this be a warning and a "wake up" reminder! To those who wronged us, we need to be kinder! Christ' love needs to break the "barriers" down. So forgiveness in our lives will certainly be found! By Jim Pemberton
Are you confused Still chasing that first high That you've been looking for since the first time Before you wouldn't commit crime Now you do it just to get bye Awake with low eyes Wishing you could just die But not right now cause you've got to get high Reconize you lost Paid the cost for many Living off pennies GODS angel commited to sinning Scorned from the begining A merry-go-round that'll never stop spining The snake never stoped deciving A son deals to the mother Who shares with the father Who beats the brother Who stabs the father He's imprisoned for the rest of his life Going to spend the rest of his days some man's wife Wishing he never picked up that knife The highs aren't changing Still intoxicating The first was amazing Stop destroying and build up You can lose your salvation over twenty bucks
Can you see this pain of mine? Buried deep down inside. Do you know why it's there? Because you never ever care. I feel alone. Like a puppy lost it's bone. I can't find you anywhere. Are you sure your really there? Am I just a joke? A girl to pinch and poke? Your the reason for these marks! Cutting dawn til' dark. My brain has frozen. Why have I been choosen? Mother you lie! You said I'd never die! Mama, it wasn't murder and I'm not homicidal. Mama, this was intentional because I am suicidal.
I'm so scared and confused, Feeling abandoned and bruised. I'm so alone and don't know why, When I think of the stranger, I can't help but cry. It all happened four months ago, But I just recently started to show. When I see myself, I think of that day, When the stranger threw my life away. The morning after pill was not an option, Neither was abortion, but maybe adoption. I couldn't take an innocent life away; For his crime, I shouldn't have to pay. I'm so mixed up, I don't know what to do, My friends and family don't know what I've been through. I'm only a child, just barely sixteen, High School kids can be insensitive and mean. I'm going to have to tell someone soon, The baby's due at the end of June. I don't know what my family will say, And because of that, I'm dreading that day. How am I going to raise a baby, When my parents are still taking care of me? What am I going to do? How will I make it through? It's not fair that I'm forced to make this decision, But I think I'll put my baby up for adoption. That way she'll be raised in a better place, But I will never forget her face. She'll be in my heart wherever I go, And I just hope she will know, That when I lie in bed at night, I'll think about her and hope my decision was right.
a butterfly, a rainbow, a shooting star, a brick, a rock, a slit throat, blood, bruises and lies a Father's fist, a mother's cry, a child hides... a butterfly, a rainbow, a shooting star, pathetic, pain, and worries a daughter's cry a mother's scream ALONE, no one on this team, a reason? None a butterfly, a rainbow, a shooting star good thoughts get buried and drowned in the ocean of life while the clouds of life create a storm, hearts get torn, this becomes the norm a butterfly, a rainbow, a shooting star a brick, a rock, a slit throat too many reasons to die not enough to live... Sincerely, a daughter
I was driving by the park yesterday and saw that girl. She was holding a beer while leaning back on some scroungy guy. I remember when she was in your class in 5th grade...she's only 16. Does her mother know this is what she does mid-day on a Tuesday? I heard another kid in your class dropped out. Since when is a 9th grade education enough? That makes how many that just dropped out... because they 'don't like it'? The girl in your 5th hour wasn't there all last week. She was busy... giving birth. She's old... considering she's in the 11th grade. (Compared to the 7th grader that just had a baby 3 months ago.) I want to scream WAKE UP everytime I see them in town. The ones wearing the booty-shorts and tiny tank tops. Who do I thank for my wonderful daughters? Do I just thank God that I was blessed with you? How can I thank you for being the young women that you've become? When I see all that is going on around you... I'm amazed by your strength.
I let him know. Boy did he let me go I don't feel any better. More so bitter. The love of my life is gone. All because he feel I did him wrong. But seriously I didn't. At that point and time we were distant. So why can't we be a we? How can he leave me as a me? I'm alone and scared. So since i'm alone does that mean he never really cared? He left me before I had the baby. Does that mean he never ever loved me? Maybe! At least I told him.
People say there is nothing you can't do if you just try. But there are so many things I can't do, it makes me cry. I can't ease all your pains, although I try my hardest. I can't love you enough, although I go the farthest. I can't solve all your problems, some you will have to figure out. I can't choose your friends, but good decisions I will teach you about. I can't hold you close enough, eventually you need to pull away. I can't put into words the way you make me feel, it's better everyday. I can't always understand your ways, I know you need to grow I can't make you love God, but God's love I will show. I can't make you the person I want you to be. But I hope you remember the behavior modeled by me. So when you have children who look up to you, You will realize how much it is that I have loved you. And you'll be able to teach them the many wonderful things that you can't do.
Parents, Blinded by the concern in their hearts, unable to see whats really inside, Unable to tell when something is hidden. Parents, Demanding rules we have to follow, Demanding respect when they lack it themselves, Demanding perfection when they're unable to give it in return. Parents, Treating some like icons, Treating others like minors, The world is unfair. Parents, Cutting the throat of a man named Justice, Stabbing somone who goes by Freedom, Killing the idea of the Pursuit of Happiness, Parents, A shame.
Don't make your children bare your crucifix. Children won't forget and can't fix. Children born in such a big world having to fight, The only friend they have is a closet where they hide at night. The day a mother married him a child died. Memories of a childhood left behind. An innocence that died inside. Survivor of abuse passing on what's defied. Don't make your children bare your crucifix. Children won't forget and can't fix. Children born in such a big world having to fight, Parents treat your children right. Don't beat each other up tonight. Children shouldn't live in terror or be a cross-barer. Don't turn you children into a lifeless shell Doomed to live here in hell. Parents see your children hurt. Parents see what innocence like that's worth. Don't make your children bare your crucifix. Children won't forget and can't fix. Children born in such a big world having to fight, Letting them live should be more than a right. Jesus bared that crucifix So our children's faith wouldn't inter-mix. God put his child on the cross So our children wouldn't have to feel the cost. He took the tears and pain So our children wouldn't have to sustain. He loves all little children its true But that doesn't mean he loves them for you. Blessings and gifts you never knew, Parents you still have a job to do. So before you give you children a reason to run and hide Remember why Jesus was the one crucified.
Together we wanted to be. But something was blocking our love. Just one small thing. The love we had was forbidden. Although neither of us could fight the feeling. Together we wanted to be. But something was blocking our love. Just one small thing. No one would we let come between. I wanted to be with you and you wanted to be with me. But the thing was: your only fifteen. Yeah i'm Seventeen but the love we have is forbidden. Together you and me will never be. Forbidden love because of a number. Forbidden love because of an age. Forbidden love because of what people would think. Together we want to be but the forbidden love over-rides all of our wants. Forbidden love, But what about what we want?
Three biological Three step Ten Adopted I have not slept I worry twenty-four hours a day For the past eleven years For they keep growing up Boxes of tissues for my tears Multiple romances, Drugs, schools Deaths, marriages Grandchildren rules Diseases, surgeries Broken bones, and hearts Wrecked vehicles, drivers test Egos, fighting over pop tarts Loud music, laundry galore Parties, jobs, and money too Who picks me up when I fall Myself, that's who I love unconditionally It's the only way to survive If my ex would do the same We would have kept our love alive So here I am I made a choice to teach The children of the world Love cannot be preached You must harbor it in abundance For you will need it in time When I'm am old an fragile I know love will be mine I cry, I get angry, I'm lonely at times too But the crazy things I've seen with these children Is always something new Not one day of peace Although they do try That's all I can ask for My river of tears will never run dry If they set me up with one more date I may just get irate I don't need anyone to love me I'll get it at heavens gate
moody and blue whatever became of you somedays i can't even remember that i know you how we used to laugh and play holding hands throughout most of our yesterdays your dreams were splashes of sunshine pillars of hope creating visions of imaginary time now, your reality shivers with fear you push me away mindless of my bitter tears mothers and daughters like forces of electricity they unite then divide magnetism streams of love and malicity without warning you jolt our being creating chaos generating sorrow without any meaning lashing out you yell and stare spilling your anger negating the urgency to care like a tornado with a bitter torment you swirl us around enhancing your apathy and contempt finally, caressing moments balance the injuries and the pain we hold on and hug one anothet yearning for our love to forever be the same
All because you hurt me I have no love for you And because you lied I have no trust in you because you tricked me I have no respect for you when you call me I have no answer for you When you hold me I have no feelings for you And only because I'm not you when you cry I just might pity you
You're always there when I need you, or just to hang around, You brought me into this world, and I thank you all around, You ask me if I love you, or if I hate your living guts, All I have to say to you, is that I love you very much, You're as faithful as a friend, and as beautiful as a angel, But most of all I love you because your mine, and of no on else, Yeah I might have a bro and sis that love you very much, but they don't love you like I do, I finally say your name, as it fits you all the time, To this poem I dedicate to someone special, who is really truly fine, To you I wrote this poem mom, and all I have left to say, Is that I love you very much mom, each and every day
Mommy wake up! He's coming back. I'm scared of his smack. I was hiding in the closet. I mean it! Mommy don't leave me alone with him. He always wins. Mommy wake up! I should have protected you, But I was scared too. He's bigger than me And he always hits me. Mommy he seemed really mad And your hurt really bad. Mommy wake up! I heard a bang. Now I'm standing in this bloodstain. Mommy why won't you wake up? Mommy please wake up!
I was wondering around My kitchen When I saw this letter Sitting on the counter It was blue and white I recognized it as A envelope from poetry.com I looked at it knowing It was my mom's mail I stared at it for A long time But I couldn't resist So I picked it up I didn't have to Open it to see The poem my mom Had written I could see the poem Through the clear plastic The poem was called Little Girl As I read the poem I froze because I suddenly Realized it was about Me as a little girl I wanted to cry As I kept on reading it I just wanted To cry Because It was the poem That made me sees my mom Does understand Me
but I've had a mom that's real In all the things that moms should do And all the things moms feel. I never had a real mother but I've had a mother's love I've had the kisses and the hugs that the therapists speak of. I guess I should be crazy with the things that I've been through but i have all a young lady could want Because I have you. ---to: MAMA SAPP
you've helped me through so much and kept me standing strong when a thousand times i swore to myself every inch of my pride was gone we've seen a lot of light and some darkness in the sky but one thing always stood for sure that you never left my side i swear you've seen me cry a thousand times before but never did you let a single tear drop hit the floor you never sent me walking blindly or staggering into the dark you made me hold my head up high so i wouldn't miss a mark I've held you in my arms as tears poured down your face and i swear i was so scared that this time you would break but we've seen a lot of light and some darkness in the sky but one thing we both know for sure is i love you more than life..
You brought me into this world With all the love and care Anyone person could possibly have You gave me the gift of life And raised me (in all the ways) right Although now We are not always together The times we spend together Will forever and always Be engraved in my memory God gave me the greatest gift The day I came into this world I could never ask for anything more Than to be a mother like you!!
Born a beautiful child with dark brown skin, but my life was rough so where do I begin? My daddy left me when I was two, I became a Thug what else could I do? Destined to lose right out the gate, my life was filled with anger and hate. My mother did the best she could, but it was really tough in my neighborhood. My only role models were Pimps and Thugs, at fourteen years old I took two slugs. I decided education was not for me, I never knew what I wanted to be. By fifteen I decided to leave home, I was really scared and all alone. With no skills how would I survive? I couldn't get no nine-to- five! I started hanging out with the wrong crowd, but robbin' and stealin' didn't make me proud. Drugs and alcohol helped me with my pain, there was never sun- light always rain. I spent some of my youth incarcerated, Society's monster was now created. I began to realize that crime wasn't paying, I wanted to change you see what I'm saying? The last time I was released from prison, I knew I had to make the right decision. I finished school and got my education, staying out of trouble took lots of dedication. My mother once said to never let go, just because you were born a "child of the Ghetto."
I am from a lady called India, from yellow and black. I am from the Boogie down Bronx. I am from 590 Brook, the building where I was born, it burned down after the fight, where God came into my life, and tried to take me away; I am from the danger, my life is worried, I am from a mother that was lost and was found, my father never came back, but life goes on, Now I am a girl that is made into the world, the new and the old, I was blessed to be me, I am the moment the world is waiting for, I am from the dreams beneath my bed, I am the girl that cried at night, I am from the loud noise at the party next door, it is me, who found you, I am a person who loves, but can't forgive, I am from the peace and hurt, I am from a family that cares about the world, I am from the angel that God called me, I am that picture in the palm of is hands, she is the girl that is different, I am the girl that has the cute little sister, she is who I am, I am from the glass ball, God is who created me, that's where I 'm from!
Why can't I say it, I want to let it go. To get it into the open, So everyone will know. But if they find out, It will break their hearts. Me telling them, Letting it hit them like darts. Seeing the hurt in their eyes, Filling up with pain. Letting them know my secrets, I am to blame. Looking at the tears in their eyes, As the pain will grow. Now they can tell me, I am really low. So now I know what it's like, To be a low down dirty shame. After five minutes I'm still standing here, But i'm not feeling the same. Now I got to my room, After my parents say things aren't what they seem. Falling asleep and waking up the next morning, Realizing this was all one big dream.
It's sad to see you fall. It makes me cry, to see you crawl. Substance abuse is painful to see. If you would know, you would agree. That it's torture and Hell. Feelings become show and tell. Only when permitted to the sightless. The emotions of the sane, become restless. Hardly sane at all. Turning the most beautiful, into a bathroom stall. I tried to make you stop. I tried to make you cease to skin pop. But you continued anyway. Only with a minimal delay. Making believe you wouldn't keep at it. That your proverbial path was once again lit. You disappoint me. Because you were always supposed to see. You are my parent, my mother. But you open beers one after another. After all the things you put me through. You will and still always continue. Even after the jail sentence. Not an ounce of repentance. From your past deeds. Your empty and shallow needs. The pain you feel, I felt. Before the very church stairs, I knelt. Praying for a sign. Anything to keep you in line. But you never care. You never were taught how to play fair. To you, I'm just a good girl, your prodigy. Something created to give yourself a chance to live freely. I'm the only grown up here. While my eyes tear. So continue with your substances and drugs. I'll play on with my "meaningless" shrugs. Praying for a God that never came. And knowing that in the end, always will stay the same.
I keep on knocking But no one is answering Why does no one care? Every door is closed Slam in my face As if I don't exist No one understand All the opportunities closed The keys in my doors Lost forever Locked within my parents Who doesn't give a sh!t about anything Growing up in alcohol and drugs Closing all the doors for me For a normal life A normal childhood That never existed My life is in closed doors With no keys made Just locked Locking me from the life I wanted
Come here you, yeah you. Where do you think you're going? What's wrong, can I help? How long has this been going on? Children, they are the future So very cliché but true But, we must step in at times. That, we must do. Ask the questions above To start your dialogue of hope Let them know you are there for them They will soon be able to cope. The road may not be easy It is surely winding and long But with people there to love and help How can any help be wrong? Communication, yes that is the key To open the door to the hearts Let them know, continue your best, Tear their walls apart! Barge in, take by the hand Then calm with your soothing voice Let them know, no matter what It will always remain their choice. They need to know you will be there And not rule or take control But be stable, strong and true And ready to console.
Once she was there, and she believed in me. Once she would hold me close and rock me off to sleep. Once she would tell me that everything would be all right. Once she believed in me, no matter what I said or did. Once she would protect me from the monsters, and all the bad people. Once she could protect me from the monsters and all the bad people Once she loved me,I know cause she used to tell me, now I don't know She don't believe me when I tell her things are all wrong Once I loved her but now I can't talk to her cause she gave up on me. Once she was my mom, now she is only a passing shadow on my mid.
Sitting beside the water, Underneath one of the stars. Everybody watches him as they drive by in their cars. Tear-filled eyes sits this troubled child. His heart is sad his mind gone wild. With no one to comfort him, alone he sits in sorrow; Hoping his problems will be gone away tomorrow. And while he waits a tear falls down, rolls off his leg and drops to the ground. His body is aching, his eyes are red He has this sharp pain in the center of his head. He thinks back on life and all the things he didn't do; And while he thinks he pulls out a .22! With the gun to his head he cries one last cry; As he thinks how good It will be for him to die! The trigger gets pulled back and so does his life. With just one shot he ended all his pain and strife!!! He didn't stop to think who might be hurt; As they watch his body being carried to the dirt. All he could see was the bad in life and all the people who didn't care. How his mother hated him because he was a painful reminder of the father who was no longer there. How he was constantly bullied and picked on at school. Or how the only girl he ever loved played him for a complete fool. Tears, pain ,love, strain; Lots of lose no gain!!!!!
Yeah I have problems Let them slide right by Tell me Im just angry Dont commit suicide And why shouldnt I? It's the end of the world to me I know you dont care And dont reply back please Cuz if you did You'd probably say something like: You're stupid, get over it, right? Maybe yeah, but if you were me You wouldnt make it a day Trust me just believe With a four month old son, no way
Barbed wire makes illusive shadows the sun is going down slowly, a lazy red spoon in your corner of the sky it must be ten degrees but you've been sitting on that fencepost all day I never asked you questions I know better when you're holding your hands like that, laced together playing with the rings your eyebrows are raised, annoyingly aristocratic you won't tell me what you've been thinking decisions, decisions I smile knowingly, but stop when you look worried it could be the cold but there's a tear on your cheek it was one year ago, I brushed it off with my mitten. You looked at me helplessly "I'm getting an abortion"
Barrettes and ribbons Baby dolls and lace. Ah my baby girl Such a sweet face. Tea parties and Teddy bears Tree climbing, Let's race. She might be the smallest But she demands her own space. Schoolwork and Boyfriends A Friday night date. Hey mama don't worry I just might be out late. Ruffles on prom gowns A mind of her own. I'm not sure I like this My baby girl is grown!
A day she wouldn't like to remember Year 2002, 15th of December, A day she can't forget. The party that will be talked about for years, A night that ended good for everyone For Blair, her night ended in tears. That night she tried her first drink 6 shots of vodka later she's puking in the sink, 16 years old, yes I know she's young. James 22, he didn't he didn't care about age, Blair's drunk, but with sex he still wanted to engage. James led her to a room and turned the light down low He reacted with rage when Blair said "no", I wish no one else will experience that kind of pain. Blair's now 17, but James still stalk her dreams, He's not completely out of her life, little Amanda came from his seed. Now Blair's 31, Amanda's 13 years old Only through my words her story can be told, She never wants to relive that night in December, A night she can't forget And never wants to remember.
Yet another of Tom's True Tales...and not even exaggerated!! A while back, I guess I was 17 or 18, And leader of the "Gors", My friend Barry Bernstein and I went on a double date, Little realizing, what would be our fate... Now Barry's tag was "Noodles the Shiv" His propensity to wield his gravity knife, I was a bit more low-keyed, but to anger me was to invite strife Now the mother of one of the girls had dropped us off at the movie, When the show was over, and we were feeling groovy, We stopped at the pizzeria next door, Sat at a table and it took no more, For five greaser's at a table near, To start making comments that we could hear... My hair was a bit long, but my temper short, They asked if I was an Indian, which I doubt they thought, They laughed at us, it was so sad, Until somehow I got so mad... I took off my garrison belt, It's edges sharpened like razors, Wrapped it around my hand, My eyes showing crazes, I went over to their table, and challenged them, "Come on, you faggots!! You wanna fight?!?! I'll take you all on, as is my right... They grew quiet now, their eyes showed fear, Thinking I was a madman, Well, yes, that was clear... No fear I felt, only rage, And really hoped, to challenge me to engage, But their blood was drained from their faces, This guy's insane!!!... Let's get outta' here, In speedy paces... So they left, and I returned to my seat, and then our pizza, we did eat Ten minutes later, with the mother on her way, We walked out, and I gotta say.... Now there were 12 or more, with bats, chains, and more Out for our blood, cause ya can't ignore... A failed face-down, such loss of face, Might as well pack up, a disgrace to your race..... The mother's station wagon, it did approach, I told Barry to walk slow, So they knew at most, They'd be in a fight, might cost them dear..... Hurry up, Mom, they're gettin near... They still hesitated, such fear I'd struck, They weren't about to push their shakey luck... Up rolled the car, and we got in, The mother oblivious to the great din, As she started to pull away, trash cans started, to fly our way..... "What's with these kids?" she wondered aloud, Not realizing how close, We'd evaded their crowd...
Parents are the rules and rulers, But they are the, Most special and important people in, A child's life, My parents are the best thing that ever, Happened to me, They are the most special people, Who were sent down, From heaven to protect and understand, The children in the world!
As kids, we fell and you Helped us up. My mother, unemployed, tended to our every need. As kids, we fell and you Yelled and made us do it again. My father, employed, suffocated our souls. As teens, we needed love advice. My mother explained consequences of our actions. As teens we needed love advice. My father explained the "four F's". Now as adults, We only include our mother in our lives. Wonder why?
Drowning in your perfections, Strangled by your deceptions, I am waiting for the truth and lies to be sifted. I have known you longer than you me, You watch me, but cannot see me. You reach me, but cannot touch me. Overwhelmed by your expectations, Suffocated by your wishes, I am never going to get to the corner of this circle.
Oh, please just don't fight! I know you don't love each other; It's me, who to decide With whom I'll be with; or Where to go for seven days; Three days for you, daddy! Three days for you, mommy! Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays or TThS; Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays or MWF; Which one of this two you prefer, you decide? I have a God and Sunday is for him; Thou, it's just one day, yet I feel much of his love.
Before my adulthood, I recall to be a respectful, astute kid; neighbors spoke of me well... the ideal boy they'd have loved to have! My mother was the proudest of all, she ignated my ideas with a sparkle that was the foundation of a growing spirit challeging me and making me full! Before my adulthood, folks and things didn't move further away... deeper into yesterday; I discovered their sweetness, never leading me to discontent! Infinite horizons spread before me, giving me many chioces that questioned my intelligence: which one to choose...a small mind confronting a huge Universe... taking the first step and not fearing to look beyond! Before my time of adulthood, my plans for the future were an indefinite number; I stood before Creation,shrouded in wonders, not questioning the undaring soul: how to defeat fear and go past those bounderies that intrigued those who were not afraid... to seek the meaning of their existence!