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At internet dating sites secrets are hidden On his roller coaster of lies, Pam had ridden Though she agreed to meet Joe in a public park The sun had already set; it was growing dark No families or lovers were strolling around When Jim came from behind and pushed Pam to the ground Pam went home and was afraid to tell her parents In four months there was a change in her appearance Pam left home and started living on the streets Turning away from every stranger she'd meet 'Neath neon lights on a cardboard box she lay Night after night, visiting soup kitchens by day In her eighth month she found a home for pregnant teens As her mom endured the torment of fearful dreams Time neared and Pam called home crying, "Mom, I've done wrong!" Grateful mom said, "Dear, I'd have been there all along" Lifting Pam up from the grasp of dire poverty Her parents welcomed the newborn to their family If she hadn't made that call, Pam would not have known The comfort she'd receive in her parents' fine home * Entry for Gwendolen's "Mom, I'm Pregnant" contest. According to Douglas J. Besharov with the University of Maryland's School of Public Policy, almost half of all families headed by women under age 18 have incomes below the poverty line. This is almost five times the poverty rate of two-parent families with children.
I was laying on the beach On a hot August morn A sudden pain in my gut I knew that something was wrong It's Eddie. I felt it so strong I Picked up my cell and I called The emotional pain of it all My body curled up in a ball I sat up again to be sure, the solar plexus was sore Why to I question these signs I know that there isn't a cure For the feelings I want to ignore He never answered the phone I packed up my stuff and went home I worried all day and all night The sunrise brought more than just light The loud banging began at the door I peeked through the blinds to be sure There were cops all over the street Guns drawn made the picture complete I opened the door full of fear Oh my God! Why are they here? My heart dropped, I wanted to hide When he said "Sgt. White, homicide." Is your son home he wanted to know With his foot in the door I said no Do you mind if we just have a look And I backed up after biting the hook They swarmed through the house Guns up in the air Upstairs to his room They looked everywhere My solar plexus was right I'm glad I came home last night But where did he go? I needed to know His innocence still in my sight The officer said have a seat Let's talk about where he could be A boy was found dead in the street A witness put Ed at the scene Don't worry he said as I pulled my robe tight Your son was a victim of robbery last night I know he's afraid to come out in the light I didn't believe him. But I knew he was right. My son was afraid and now I knew why He took someone's life who's mother will cry He was just seventeen a year younger than Ed Why do these kids seem to be so misled? What happened that night is a mom's biggest fear A child was lost in the drug war I hear The exchange in the alley of weed for the cash Was a set up to rob him of all that he had When the kid put a gun against my son's head Said 'empty your pockets' or soon you'll be dead He had no idea that the pocket was packed With a 38 special protecting the cash The rest of story is packed in a box The panic, the fear, the action, the shock He emptied the gun and ran for his life While Nicholas bled on the pavement that night My heart cries to God asking why must I be The mom of the kid who killed her baby I cry for her loss as if it were mine I beg her forgiveness, and I offer her mine. You don't want to be either one of these moms Our children at risk, a sign of the times God please shine Your light on this good Earth today We're all human beings who've just lost our way.
The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow All opposition was crushed killed or jailed These elected ones to their people they failed This Buddhist country so religious in belief Now politically torn apart, impending future grief In the early 1960's with the CIA in place Discussing with Vietnam's generals, Diem, assassinated in disgrace With the Vietcong army, growing from strength to strength Another communist foothold, going to any lengths In 1965, with 3500 U.S. Marines in place By December of that year, 200,000 in many a base These U.S. Marines, in their defensive mode Over the coming months, peace would soon erode With the Tet Offensive upon us, and the "Battle of Hue" The Americans were now involved, this bloody war now brews One decision to end this conflict, came in 1969 Nixon sent 18 B-52s, bordering Soviet airspace line He wanted to show he was capable, to end this bloody war But as the months and years progressed, the body count would soar The anti-war movement was gathering strength, also in 1969 But the "Green Beret Affair" started to undermine A U.S. Army platoon raped and pillaged, the village of My Lai Where civilians were massacred, and many left to die In 1970-71, Cambodia incurred wars wrath Where they and the country Laos, were in the U.S. bombing path Also in 71, there was the cutting of the Ho Chi Minh trail But arms and supplies got through, this mission to no avail Later in the same year, the Anzac's withdrew their soldiers The U.S. also reduced, many of theirs from Vietnam's borders In 1973, Nixon declared the suspension of offensive action The Paris Peace Accords took place, peace with this warring faction Between the years 73 - 74 under Trà, the Vietcong grew in strength There was no mass offensive, to lure the Americans to their trench Gradually they marched to their target, to see their enemies eyes To their city of Saigon, now over a million humans have died The average age of the American to die in this bloody war Was just nineteen years old, never knowing what they were fighting for So many came home from this horror, leaving themselves behind Because so many came home different, home with a different mind Even to this day, many Americans look back and ask Why their elected Congress, feed them to these tasks The sad thing about Vietnam, it continues to this present day Where governments make decisions, asking guns to hear their say
Once again, the powers that must In rise again in what we trust An overseas conflict, another war Just what in the hell are we fighting for Families are asking, Korea has just passed Generations again reft, how long will it last A country in need, to rebuild again Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post To send back reports to hit home the most Military observers were the first to be sent in Another chapter of man entering existing sin I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719 US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1 His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "
See the girl living on the streets? does anyone know she is there, Do you see that girl down in the dumps? and does anyone care. We don't know the reason that she left her home and do any of us want to know? She's out in all weathers without any covers in rain, hail and snow. Does anyone wonder if she's ever lonely when we're all tucked up in our beds, when she's wet and cold, and we're warm and cosy does it ever enter our heads. She might have been beaten when her home she left, she's sad and she's lonely and often bereft. Does anyone see me alone on the streets? trying to smile at all that I meet, asking for pennies for a warm cup of tea, we're not all on drugs, at least not me. I'm trying to avoid going down that road I try to remember the things I've been told. Stories of people lying in the gutter, and people passing by all of a mutter. Do they care, what they see there? I suppose they think it's everywhere ! But I would like to say to all of you . I don't take drugs, I'm one of the few. So to all of you sat home by your fires, spare a thought for me, when you pass me by tomorrow, I'd love a cup of tea.
Do you know what its like to be in absolute darkness? I do. And I want to be back on a foggy night where winter doesn't fall too far the only thing you can see is a distant street light yellow and gold glowing from the distance the wet leaves that fell from the trees fill the night with a dewy smell darkness. I turn the key bright headlights flood the road one line, two lines, they all combine into a white blur keeping me from crossing into the abyss I could drive forever alone. I want to be gone again back to my home.
The sky screams, air is thick. Seconds like days, years 'tween each tick. Tit for tat the raptors dance. Each step wounds, talons like bayonets. Earth below quakes at each traded blow. Foundations shaken by spat of foes. Frosted, frozen, clad in ice. The world stands still, fear the vice. The center may boil, but winter-wrapped still She cannot reach out, no pow'r to stop the kill. Alas, Earth stands back and wills done be the fray. Final thundering shrill shrieks, 'tis gone for today. The scars still remain, Unbeknownst to they that tread. Earth still feels the pain, Still feels gelid winter's dread.
I am A shadow That lurks on The wall that has No Home None at all But to have no home a Shadow would say is worst way to live out each day. I am The shower cap covered in rust i do not work right but I am a must so you put up with me for the time being until you used me all for your need. I am an outcast who sits alone who is treated like I do not belong and goes off alone to cry plotting his end as others laugh at me and spin wicked lies about things I've done making me wish i ended it with a gun. I am the friend you once had that moved away and made you sad but said good by and turned away as you tried to stop me and make me stay but i smile and say the words you wished to hear all those years. I am me a young man with hope who ends his day trying to cope with the withdraws from drugs like dope and cry's as he chokes on his own words when he looks at you and you spit and curve away from me and all i did was say hi to ye but it wasn't you that made me cry it was the feeling of wanting to die to hide away from the world from those who say I Am a mess a nothing a no one.
Nobody knows the pain she hides, No one cares to look inside. This little girl that's only nine, Has to fight to stay alive. Her mom's an alcoholic, And her daddy does drugs. She gets beaten and bruised, Instead of kisses and hugs. Nobody hears the little girl's cries, Nobody notices her wet swelled eyes. When her mommy is drunk and her daddy is high, So she doesn't get beaten, she has to hide. She's sick of the pain, That she suffers from every night. She's sick of getting punished, For her mom and dad's fights. So, she went downstairs and grabbed a rope, And hung it way up high. She stood on a chair and put her head through the noose, And jumped and hung there to die. Her mom came home drunk that night, Her daddy came home high. To find her hanging by the rope, To find out she had committed suicide. Nobody knew the pain she hid, Nobody cared to look inside. The little girl that had wet swelled eyes, Committed suicide and no longer has to fight to stay alive.
Mister, Why did you hit Mommy? Mister, You can't punish me, You're not my daddy! Mister, You say not to hit, But your actions declare you a hypocrite. Mister, You push Mommy down, But you say not to tell unless I say she fell. Mister, I try my darnedest to be good, But you say I'm not action like I should. Mister, You hurt my feelings, But you say you're just teaching me something with meaning. Mister, You come home with more than just Mommy, But you say I saw nothing Mister, The night you came home drunk, You know the night you shot Mommy with a shotgun . . . The night you left her beaten, bruised, scarred, Bleeding on the ground. . . The night she went to sleep and never woke up That night I was left alone, Helpless, Nowhere to go. Mister, Why did you do it When you said you loved Mommy? Mister, Why did you leave me stranded When you said you cared about me? Mister, Because of you I am left here to die Beside this dumpster where you told me to lye. Mister, I've been waiting here like you said, For days, Weeks, Months, But you r face I have not seen You have let me down, Mister, But that is nothing new. You always told me to be a good child, So I will. With what's left of me, I will wait, Calling your name . . . Mister . . . ? Mister . . . ?
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daybreak welcomes the sun earthly beauty revealed celebration in paradise tainted apple difficult to resist one bite never enough mourn the dying planet This poem is not a true cinquain, but loosely follows the cinquain format. The fifth line is used as a transition or mirror for the two parts of the poem.
The Women (for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla) Pregnant, your husband on the run, your daughter, a child, a few years old, they hauled you in, these brutish men, into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell. They wanted information, you gave them nothing, these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter, and white was right in South Africa back then, but, you did not cower, you stood resolute, you, my mother, faced them down, their power, their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats. You, my mother, would not, could not break, You stood firm, you stood tall. You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall. You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles, the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad, my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place, by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men, whose skin just happened to be lighter. You told me many things, as I grew older, of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder. You were a fighter, for a just cause, like countless other South African women, you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs, of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow, you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow. Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still, a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life, all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill. I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers, the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land, who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand. I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed, your body interred in your beloved South African soil, you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder, of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil. I salute you! (for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours, who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)
I called my mother the other day- just to listen to her voice She answered dear Steve – yes this is me- how are you this day I said I was fine- it has been some time- I searched for more words to talk She cantered a bit then came to a halt- as I began to say Mother dear- this is Mark- how are you today Mark she replied- I have a Mark- he was the oldest of three How is school - are you making good grades- are you coming home real soon I told her I would- If only I could- would she know me anyway I visited my mother the other day- at a home for Alzheimer patients Her stare in the air- made it be known- that she could not remember I sat by her side- we nibbled on crackers- we looked out the window pane Then I was father- she told me she miss me –I cried a thousand tears She reached for my hand- I did not resist- I was blessed to make her happy How are you Tom- I said I was fine- The kids will be home soon I told her it's time- I must go home - I have to work tomorrow I took her hand- I'll see you soon- Goodbye Steve she told me As my Mother slips away today- how precious are my memories For after this world –I can hardly wait- for my Mother to recognize me
I can act insane But DO NOT Make me feel worthless I belong in God's family He will bless my future generation Don't punish me for Being myself – Don't envy my glee I can act like an Adult, but I'd Prefer to have joy… Not stress… That piles upon us in our Everyday lives Being childlike is A rare beauty – No one prizes it… No one came across it… In this lifetime… I can laugh all day I can make you smile If you'd accept my Childlike dreams of mine Don't treat me like a sick swine Renew my young heart Give me the ability To kill the old man… I have my place in God's family He'll be adored and glorified We'll exchange prayers and hugs By my future generation I beg of you – Don't kill my childlike mentality I'll behave myself… I'm positively sure that I'll make you happy I'll still have pieces of a child in me And pass it on to my future generation…
I am but a traveler, a visitor, observer; Call me an alien, if that is your wish. In truth, I am very much like you, But I am exiled here, marooned. I am not here for a crime of my own, But rather so that I can watch and learn; To observe humanity as it prospers and grows To experience Earth and its sorrows and joys. Your world is pleasant, yet here I feel lost. How strange are your customs and lives! That a minority flourish while many more die And the ones with power turn a blind eye To all of the suffering, torment, and death. Does it take a stranger to notice these things? To see that the greed and vice of mankind, Leads up to war, and destruction soon follows. How greatly I yearn to go home! Where pain is no more and Death has no power And everyone smiles because they are free And evil and suffering are nothing but dreams. I pine daily for the place I belong. Yet the distractions of Earth are ruthless. I fear now that they will entangle and blind me, And my home will seem more like the dream. Then I would be little more than human. And I would no longer be me.
Susan sits by an open window Remembering her brother It was during the sixties when it happened The exact date was May 8, 1966 They called the Sixties liberating A time when America accepted change But it wasn't like that for everyone Her brother Stevie Was two years younger than she was The guys in school used to call him names Like sissy boy and queer Saying if he got into trouble his sister would have to stick up for him. But Stevie was better Way better than the bullies at school. At home Susan and her brother Would move the living room coffee table Push the old couch back And then sing the old favorites In close harmony Songs about teenage love Like the sad love ballads by the Everly Brothers Or the Righteous Brothers The sadder the love song The more they liked it They would stand together Moving ever so slowly And sing those songs so loud And so close To each other's face Over and over And then Stevie would whistle the ending While their parents Clapped and clapped And clapped. Then one late afternoon When Stevie didn't come home from school The phone rang and rang With a strange incessant kind of ringing That jarred their mother It was someone from the school saying That horseplay got out of hand Then the police came A man in a suit spoke to father in the kitchen Whispering over the clouds of cigarette smoke Susan could barely hear his hoarse whisper Only things like "We're going to investigate this" And "I promise I'll do what I can" Her family never did find out what happened to the investigation. Along the way Away from home Something peculiar happened to Susan She lost something of herself And would sit Staring out of the window Not seeing anything Just thinking of her brother. She still does it today Just staring Out to nowhere Every time she hears one of those old songs She feels that Stevie is still with her. Forgiveness is a long word For what happened a long time ago All Susan has are memories If she could just absorb them And put them in a little bottle And carry them around So whenever she started feeling down She'd open the bottle And all those good memories Would remind her just how special life is And Stevie would still be there Their bodies entwined Singing harmony She holding the last note He snapping his fingers Whistling the last sad tune. .
All my life,All my days Wolves and sheep alike flock with me Like a magnet,they are drawn to me Like bees,they swarm around me. Sucking my honeycomb to Sahara Like mosquitoes,they bite and go but like Twist,they want more Vampires,what a befitting title. They've built roofless shelters Right in the corner of my pocket, the home of my juiciest fruit believing in its strong cover, when the rainy days roll in. They milk me dry with their pincers, Descending on my defenseless self Pouncing on my vulnerability Like a relentless leech, they hold on to my apron. Ripping me has become a hobby. Till i am as dry as the fig, my udder will be home to them. Venomous blood sucking parasites They will follow me to the end.
I feel that I have found a home in this cyberspace with full of hearts and ideas in a special place I wonder of all the people in the world to make me smile with antics that help me grow in every mile I do want to say to all of the people with respect because of all of you my mind is not in a wreck I would lie if I did not get ideas from all of you without you my poems would not come true I bless everyone with care with kindness and without dis-pare I hold my hands high and put them together with this I bless you with good weather I do read some of the poems that people put out sometimes I feel with out a doubt I feel the pain in the poems that some has revealed with hopes that they can read with their mind not sealed I smile a bunch with every word it is like a music in my head making a cord I do want you all to know that you have made my day to be a better day in every different array I cherish my time with all the people in my heart the words flow in my mind is just but a start I'm happy with everyone in PoetrySoup.com with hardship that came this cyberspace makes me calm I cannot choose five cause if I do I don't think it's right just to tell you that is just my own insight I thank all for helping me grow with all the poems that are shown with faith and humor, with views of kindness this site has grown If I had to say or dedicate my poems to who would be the first five who reads my poems with a point of view
A serpent underneath blue sky, in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye, above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor, venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water, misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son, mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon; on teli and in the press, on top shells, price none the less, in bedroom and at your door.. dawn of a new day seemed to be dark, after all.
I am a misprint, Ink blot on love, I remain a maybe Longing for fact, No speck of lint, A hand in glove. Thunder; a baby Will only react When you etch Parallel clouds, Whistling on cue To a dead town. Dream a sketch Of silent crowds Becoming you, This boiling crown Chews thought Into flagellation. Holes in the walls To spy through, Seeking a sort Of bricked-up sun. A heaven of halls, All leaving you.
And as the weary dawn laid all its burdens upon the restless sky, a quite light of morning tickled the sleepy heart of mine, a yearning tear landed on my cozy pillow, and a well painted smile crossed its way through my lips, I left up my head and gazed into the sky through the glass of my dusty window, I put on my coat and rushed myself out, the air was clouded with cold breezes of wind, and the street was still wet of few drops of rain, the pavements were empty and I was the lonely who's passing down this road, I lighted up a cigarette, sighed deeply and whispered to myself: I think I just miss home. I think I miss my torn out toys up in the shelf of my closet, and I miss that crowded street we used to play on till night, the air was fresher and the sky was brighter, the sun used to be shining and life used to be the sweetest, I think I miss home where all my troubles rest as I sleep and all my aches fade away as I weep, home is where all the memories dwell and all the dreams shine, home is where I belong and I think I lost my way back home. Samar Saleh http://echoes19.wordpress.com/
I did it again; I need forgiven. Will He still forgive me even though I've fallen before? I've fallen into these same sins countless times before; I still haven't learned my lesson. I am an ignorant hypocrite. Am I still forgiven?
I had a friend ,, from long ago We were only young you know She was my best friend At least that's what I thought We did everything together I liked her a lot ! But then one day I had to leave for school Though I wish I did not Cause I missed her a lot Then one day I came home When I called out to for her She did not answer me I looked for her high & low! But then I heard one day From the TV news man That she had met 3 bad men And they took her away She is with the angels now For it could not be any other way And I know she waits for me Cause she was always that way !!! I moved away from home, age 16, up to Oregon to get my degree in child psychology & teaching, come home at 18. had a dream that Sandy and I went to a house party "both of us age 18" then she went into another room with 3 men. So I stood there & knocked forever on the door. Sandy never came out. This is a TRUE dream !
It rained again last night, as he woke up from the muddy dirt he always sleep in. As he stretches out as far as he can, ouch he said my body hurts me so very bad again. The bowl for food and water remain empty, and the grassy areas are so far away. No home anymore the home I once had seems so far away it makes me so, so sad. I am hurting so bad I just want to stay in today so no one will be mean to me. I search the trash cans, dumpsters all around this town when people see me they say 'get out of here'. I runaway as fast as I can while I lay down to rest my body, legs and paws the food was thrown out. my belly is groaning, I am so thirsty, can't remember the last time I had ate any real food, all I eat is stick, twigs and grass. Lonely as much as a dog can be, not one person reaches their hand out to me. Night time came and he settles in for another lonely sleepless night. Now all that remains is a small grave with the words that someone had written, here lays a 'dog with out a name'. It's sad it was to late for this dog I now named 'Jake' no more pain, hunger or thirst for him. Rest in peace my Jake and we will meet you someday again.
Come and listen awhile I pray To hear a sad love story, I have only a minute to stay To tell the tale of Malcolm McCorey. I'm Malcolm, Sally was my bride I've loved her since grade school, She was my life and my pride And, I was her ever loving fool. Work let off early that night And it was pouring down in sheets, When my eyes beheld the sight Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets. My Sally was not forthcoming And, I was blind by love's adoring, I swear I never saw it coming The day my Sally went a whoring. This wasn't some casual adoring That I might could understand, This was at our home a whoring In our bed with another man. It was a cold and rainy night And it was pouring down in sheets, I wasn't prepared for the sight Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets. The truth came like a blinding light She couldn't wait to shut the door, When I came home early that night While she gaily played the whore! She glared up at me in surprise At seeing me suddenly arrive, I stared back into her lying eyes Down the barrel of my forty five! It was a stormy and dismal night And it kept pouring down in sheets, I'll never forget the awful sight Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets. The Padre' comes to comfort me My life's now run it's course, Today my pain will cease to be Soon, I'll feel no more remorse. I forgive myself of all at last My soul will soon go soaring, Today will soon be o'er and past The pain, of Sally gone a whoring. * Malcolm was executed in may of 1969. May God have mercy on his soul. Timothy I. Brumley
Mom and Dad divorce; the kids are damaged for life; but some are relieved.
In my day we played outside, riding horses, Playing hide and seek and on swings and slides. And only on rainy days Were we confined inside to play. We played slap jack, crazy eight, go fish And Lincoln logs was our dish. Everyone drank coffee and tea No caffeine worries did they see All our houses were painted bright And no one heard of the lead base plight The new homes of the day had asbestos, But what the hey! This was during World War II Where our fathers, brothers, uncles and aunts Left our homes for foreign lands. Here at home when sirens screamed It was our Air Raid Warning Drill. And companies that worked through the night Were required to paint their windows black Safety was our countries goal Here at home and on foreign soil. We played at the lake and tanned or fried When we got home a little cow cream was applied. Where I lived prohibition was still affirmed And Bootleggers were the cops major concern. The air we breathed was just air Unless a corral or hog farm were near. Transportation was car, bus or train The only planes I ever saw Were B 29's heading for foreign soil. I can't help but wonder how we survived Compared to the rules and laws we now abide. I just heard a well known man say "No more Santa Claus he is to fat" "It's bad for kids to honor a man like that." The Christmas tree has become "Happy Holiday" No prayers in school, It breaks the rules they say. Religion in government there is no place "In God We Trust" is a disgrace. When was the last time the Constitution was read Were our Forefathers out of their heads? "Merry Holidays too and you best take a stand If you want to continue to have Peace in Our Land."
Blowing out the light of another had the same effect on mine For nothing could deter my mind away from that gruesome thought Coming home brought me closer to what I wished to leave behind Funny how something can worth less than what it actually cost I was sickened by the act I had committed Though the deed was done with the purest intent My return home added to my disgust though I refused to admit it To the smiling faces who thought me to be Godsent My loved ones was overjoyed that all was well with me A thankful gleam in their eyes as they led me to the house But all I could seem to think about was that other family Lighting hundreds of candles for the one I had helped burn out It was at that celebration held in honor of me that night That I finally found what I sought upon going to war To see people praising me for what they concluded was right Is the very reason we will never achieve what we so dilligently fight for We are convinced threats to our safety lies in foreign countries Which is by far a misguided assumption in itself For in order to rid the world of terrorism in its entirety Is to collectively discard the half of one's own self It was a harsh realization as a matter of fact And one that I hoped had not come so late But there was no way I could ever give back The very thing my duty left me feeling inclined to take My epiphony weighed every bit of heavy on the mind So I bowed my head to the floor stained with dirt And I silently prayed that the healing powers of time Would someday mend the hearts of those I knew I had hurt I asked forgiveness for the lot of the world For my unjust actions and my many sins But specifically from that little boy or little girl Who wishes daily for their parent to come home again A tear slid down my wind whipped cheek At knowing that the satisfaction I so long ago sought Would not grant my consciene the peace it so desperately need A lesson that took ages to prepare but in a heartbeat was taught My soul had grown weary of the evening and it showed on my face So I bid farewell to the guest as I took my leave And I went where war was more suitable to take place To my empty house where I was left only with my memories
my love... my love blossoms amidst the thunder across the oceans and the beyond the seas my love reaches out and touches the moments of bliss as the loneliness flees my love is simple with profound feelings of yearning desire my love rages within the furnace of this aching heart's unquenchable fire my love basks in the warmth of the knowledge that in the spring it takes root and it will flower my love breathes in the light fragrance of her hair after her warm and delicate shower my love remembers drowning in her eyes of those ethereal moments frozen forever more my love recalls the fleeting ticking of the clock each minute apart stabbing at my very core my love she knows I need her so for she needs me just as much my love she sprinkles light flourishes of her sensual touch as my love for her continues to ceaselessly grow my love reaches down into the crevasses of my of being my love for her is held onto deep inside for in the coming of the cold ache of seperation my love settles between the folds of her heart, for 'tis there that my love for will reside my love like an eternal dream caresses me in wakefulness and in sleep and that is the feeling that I shall cherish a feeling of love that has settled in me a feeling so pure and a feeling so very deep...
I lie awake in my bed Staring at the spring stars above my head I can't take me to sleep I've been feeling so nostalgic I've been missing all your magic and what they do to me I let the autumn rain drench my body It's no use admiring the raindrops on my feet I've been missing your smile that is oh-so sweet How many seasons must I have to wait When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing When will I see you again Winter wind has me curling under your favorite quilt You got me melting even with your scent I've been listening to our kind of love song This is the one we both used to sing along Summer lights up the sky It doesn't soothe me and i wonder why I don't need a therapy Just bring it back, the you and me How many seasons must I have to wait When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing When will I see you again How many seasons must I have to wait Must I believe that what we have is fate How many more monsoons have yet to pass How many miles more before this would last Come home to me, Come home to me Don't think about it and just come home Come home to me
Written by D. W. Breidenthal You take my breath away I wanna stay in this entrancing paradise I want all of the negativity to fade away The darkness isn't my property…I despise Living a life that's filled with misperception and disaster I would love to live in the ocean's ecstasy That would be spectacular if we can abide in the sparkly sea This eccentric dilemma makes your angelic features too unclear It chills me to the bone… My heart pounds with hope and fear… when will peace draw near This flawless wish remains unknown The night's approaching…seek shelter and light Painstaking regrets – I can't back away from gravity's pull Hand me the rope and don't bestow your burdens upon my soul Sift away the misfortune and allow me to put up with the fight Help me fulfill my flawless wish And I'll strip away your anguish You're a burning candle I raise my head up from the mud I step forward with courage that I couldn't handle On my own, but you stripped away the agony Watch us grow and sprout as one flower bud! You took my heart to a wonderful place I wanna desert this decaying body of mine and seek you in splendid light You forgave me for my wrongs…you thrilled me with praise I wanna embrace the dawn's incredible, appealing light... Sweeping away the deploring night It soothes my sensitive heart…dismissing my vexing misery I have the urge to repaint the breathtaking memories I've spent with you Will it scratch away the sorrow? I have to search for shelter and burn away our calamity – slaying us with rue Will my flawless wish store hope for tomorrow?
the dumbest mother, award goes too... dumb me and why you may ask because i am not home schooling right now because my child my student fell softy asleep! during his math lessen today i wanted to personally belittle him and poke home with a learning stick and with a witchy voice say get up and open your eyes you can't get a job that way but i didn't do that, i just say are you sleepy and to my supreme surprise he said in a most tired voice Yes! I just took him to the doctors 2 or 3 times and they found not one thing wrong the other is talking in his sleep too and making sound so loud that he stop breathing and wake and talks with words that could be made out to be anything like words that are not of this the plant! I want to wave my flag but there is not one to tell and what could keep my kids wanting to learn when there health is small and weak and there understanding that these who are to do no wrong just do nothing aka:lyricvixen
Time is precious. Not much time; before . . . I leav home . . . and . . . I'm out on my own. My life has flown by my big open eyes. Only two years before . . . I leav home . . . and . . . I'm out on my own. Time is precious. Don't take it for granted; because . . . Before you know it . . . You're all alone. Away from home.
Everything on Thanksgiving differs in its decor: walls painted bright orange as a clown's hair to match the tablecloth as thin as linen... while the festive atmosphere resonates again! " Before you start enjoying your food, bow your heads and pray; don't take for granted what you are about to eat... think of those people who stand outside shivering in rags, sniffing the savoring vapors of that turkey...oh, what a treat!" A rich home is a poor man's wish as he begins to smell and drool, thinking of all the delicacies laid on those tables decorated with expensive roses and candles; is he one the wealthy ones who risked all to remain a pitiful fool? Will I see his passing shadow drifting over the brightly-lit lawn? Will he peak in and have enough courage to knock? I will open the door and take off his long frock... give him a big plate of food, make him smile and erase his frown! Entered in Debbie Gucci's contest, " Happy Holidays " Pick: Thanksgiving
Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend The steel point of eyes bore into my neck My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck I lose the match; the wife won't give me a kiss I wish I could have been anything else than this...
You and I. You. Your heart blazed, with a warmth of spirit, soothing, alluring, soaked in truth. Your smile burned, branding me permanently, gentle, tender, enveloping my being. Your love was complete, from the depths of your soul, unsaid, yet fierce, bathed in silent knowing. Your dreams were poetic, fluttering in the afternoon breeze, infused with the distilled essence of rhyme. I. I squandered your generosity of spirit. I vainly discarded your priceless poems. Now I stand, alone, empty, desolate, wasting away, rotting inside, day by day.
It burns and it stings. It hurts. More than drowning beneath the ice. More than remaining in a kindled flame She hits and I no longer cry. Why mother, why? It burned and it stung. The markings remained, returned, and were relived Looking, loving, and little known loathing were the known ways of living. Never was their pity for the child that cried Never was their relief for the child that tried You were that lovely bird that understood the complications of felicity Nothing looked the same in those dewy browns of yours. My everbeating would cry tears of joy. The others-they were yet to appear. Caring Mother, o' so fair You were that beautiful bird filled with care. The others came and were not alone. Their two suitors sat on the throne. Rampage and rage why did you come? I began to wither and wither slumping along. So very soon I- the child of fines- became a human raceme. The droops of the Lily of the Valley became the slumping of my heart. My lovely bird the enemy had taken you and the person you were is far from near. For that divine nature left its intricate self and you became irretrievable my big bird. All of your fairness died. With that went my pride. Mother, Mother what moved you so? Your intense spirt vanished only to supplement a monster. Mother, Monster and your tar filled lungs. How did I kill that liver that was so, so strong? The lesson of pain was one you came to learn. My darling bird why did you turn? My lovely bird and your big brown eyes I'll tell you once, but never twice. Pain is only a flower for it blooms and dies And a mistake can be killed as quickly as lice. You dear bird hurt me well. Though, haven't you heard? Weakness is a souls greatest strength. You brought me up, then you brought me down. You haved helped, hurt, and hindered my blazing spirit. A hero in my heart-I left you down in your deep black slumber. Escaping those terrible nights To go for the town of delights.
It's six pm Dinner's in the oven Table set for two One of us, here waiting But that is nothing new We agreed to have this evening You got held up there again Don't like the way this' going Is this coming to an end Smoke is rising to the ceiling It's now seeping out the doors Both dinner and I are burning We can't take this anymore The fire in the oven Is the same that's in my heart Too bad you won't be home tonight To see we've come apart Damn my waiting and your lies I really don't know what to say Hopefully when you see the house You'll know that I too burned away Because… I always get burned this way It's six fifteen The dinner's still burning Smoke fills the air I'm ready to run Cause it seems you don't care Supposed to be here at five It's now six fifteen Not a word or a call Not a text or anything Damn my waiting and your lies I really don't know what to say Hopefully when you see the house You'll know that I too burned away Because… I always get burned this way Smoke is rising to the ceiling It's now seeping out the doors Both dinner and I are burning We can't take this anymore The fire in the oven Is the same that's in my heart Too bad you won't be home tonight To see we've come apart
I stand, alone. Scratching for my truths, peeling away the veneer, I stand, alone, before this impregnable cliff so sheer. Cocooned in my solitary shell, wrenching a smile from a tear, I stand, alone, a little odd, and definitely quite queer. I stand, alone.
Two hearts beat, now beating faster; beating until they're one Two souls breathe, now breathing deeper; breathing until they're done Two lovers see forever, and forever is where they run One child comes home tomorrow for life has just begun Even when the rainbow's glowing, the skies can seem so gray Even when the wind's not blowing, the tides can turn your way And when the water's raging, beneath skies that seem so blue It's just your body aging, and it has nothing to do with you So now when our God comes calling, I'll hold your hand and stroke your hair Yes, as snowflakes start falling, I will look for you everywhere And Mother, as you start flying, remember as you rise above Marlene, you are not dying, but finding everlasting love One child goes home tomorrow to embrace the Father and the Son One child who knows no sorrow, for life has just begun
The soldier, the war, and I Today I am home and thinking to my self.. What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family? What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family? And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war.. Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country? Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely? Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go? Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured? Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family? Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back? Today I am home and thinking to myself.. Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill Today I am home and thinking to myself.. How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both! And at the end I stop. I think no more.. I am grateful for the things I have, I am grateful for the people who surround me... And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering Of all of those who have been touched by it.
When can I come home my baby ask me When mom can I be free Your mistakes have got you here Just hold on for a few weeks dear I know it hard to be away But you will come home someday When mommy I want to come back with you I know son I want you to come with me too But it is not up to me it is up to you You have to stay here till your treatment is threw I will be with you all the way I will write and visit as often as i can You have to be strong be mommy's little man God will watch out for you when I can not But even if I am not there your not forgot So just hold on son it will be alright You will be home soon so I can hug you thight For my son who is away at a boot camp for boys right now because of his actions at school he is bipolar and has add sometimes it is hard to watch what our children have to go threw and know there is nothing you can do to help except for pray. and hope that time and love will help. thanks to all my friends on the soup for giving me a place to vent my feelings some it means alot to write and know it is heard. Thanks to all Nita
a simple wish... no fancy words no more clever rhymes no more slickly crafted verse just a simple wish to cherish the moments in-between the hue and cry of this life no more the dull-edged jab no more the anger and the strife a simple wish beyond the wasted hours and the days and the blurry fears a simple wish of a simpler life after all the bitterness of the passing years and so to retire from the hustle to flee from the hollow wasted breaths that have been breathed to bid the emptiness farewell while ushering in the new tomorrow bathed in the soft glow of hope and kissing adieu to all the hurt and all the doleful sorrow...
If your looking for sadness, despair and tragedy walk in to the home of my family or what i like to call: a hypocrisy damage and hate are the walls that built it spider webs all over the ceilings but not even that could bring back our feelings. the covers of our beds are made of angry thin threads ready to cut and tear. i would say i miss justice and being fair but ive already had enough of my share. Its not a haven its more like hell where you come to buy depression cause its all that we sell. you can shut your eyes but you will still hear the screams dark and empty is all that it seems. so walk through our doors of our home sweet home and stroll through the halls as the light at the end of the tunnel flicks and drains away your moving in its opossite direction, far, very far away.
have seen bright-eyed daises open and baby yellow buttercups unfold, I have seen these spreading across water-mead's a cloth of purest gold, I have seen white clouds scud across blue skies changing shape as they go, I have seen storms from a distance rain, lightning thunder, hail and snow, I have seen pure white sheep graze and lap water beside a crystal stream, I have seen swallows playing games over mountains in my beautiful dreams, I have seen wretchedness far from home my longing for peace haunts my mind, I have seen deepest sadness and search for deep and good memories to find, I have seen in my dreams I am leaning on an old gate down in a spring lane, I have seen may time in England and lush green fields turning to gold again, I have seen yellow pastures where tiny silver waters flow like a silver thread, I have seen a skylark gently flying high singing sweet songs over my head, I have seen a dream that in my future I am free to return to my home some day, I have seen the truth it is all just a pipe dream and I can never find a way.
Those Distant African Nights... 1. The shadows swayed in your candlelit room, a cool breeze teasing your bare back, streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night, as my hands stroked your hair, kissing your soft mouth, holding you, ever so tight. 2. You whispered that you loved me, and I kept silent, the rain fell, shadows danced, thunder rolled, the breeze teased your naked back, you whispered that you loved me, as my lips found yours, the rain washed over our tender nights, lightning and candlelight, etching poems on your burnished skin, yet, a fear gnawed at me, deep within. 3. We parted ways, and you could never forgive me, you said, now, after numberless thunderstorms, the rain that falls, echo the countless tears that I have shed. 4. You are long gone, far away, happy, I pray, yet the memories persist, those precious moments shall never, ever, like the Jo'burg rains, trickle away, and I wish you well, for loving me as you did, for it was I who was not worthy, then, and it is I who is not worthy, now... 5. You were always true, it was I who always, always, refused to, to give myself, completely to you.
Written March 7, 2013 She's gone And she ain't coming back She turned around on me And walked away just like that She's not here no more And I can't wrap my mind around it My thoughts they have retreated To the back of mind It's so miserable Just to think about it This used to be the house On seven-thirty-one Sycamore street Where we could have lived out the rest of our days So happy free loving and easy But now you're gone and I'm all alone With nothing but my pillow ya see Why don't you come back home now And break these chains a-holding me Has it been three long years now Or just felt like it to me These past three months have felt so long I don't think I can keep on Living in this misery Why don't you come and comfort me To save me from myself Oh how tragic I've become Losing you has made me numb
Without you, worn down, weary, staggering into tomorrow, dissolving my todays, grim, dreary, I crawl, slipping out of my skin, flinging laughter, joy, contentment, into the gaping abyss of life's dustbin. Without you
I am powerless in mind and within my body, This alcohol has got me down and I am paralyzed, The world in which I call home cannot be analyzed, All through this drink, with this I have declared my hobby. My Friends do not respect me to which I cannot blame, I am depressed beyond recognition and with it I feel shame, Years without and years repressed and years I call lame, Not one happy relationship, not with family or dame. Salvation is coming and I keep telling myself bleakly, Each day my sanity goes through hoops only to survive meekly, The end has only that alcohol to calm my stress, This alcohol feels as if I am saved from the rest. I'm almost there and almost free from this asylum, My friends around seem to care not even some, I'm losing the fight even when both sides are done, Three days until I'm home again...any longer and my life be gone. (I survived and am now much healthier)
A Chipped Heart... Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass, my solitary facade a pitiful farce, shards tearing out of my skin, seeking release, from cages within, I am lost, in the dream, bellowing out a silent scream, torn from reality, drowning in the now, yet I refuse, I refuse to succumb, I refuse to bow. My chipped heart, may be wounded, wreathed in pain, still, I believe, love, truth, belonging, will take my hand, again...
A bitter and twisted tale to follow, everyday the same as tommorw, same old madness that will follow, empty dreams and a heart that's hollow. Ill begin each day the usual way, look in the mirror and see decay, a hopeless soul is what they say, still dressed in the clothes of yesterday. I sit on my bed with no real plans, except for liquid, to steady my hands, frantically search my bedsit floor, till i find what i'm looking for. A half empty can of a real strong beer, lost under the bed for maybe a year, sit back on the bed with ergency and speed, can to my lips for the liquid i need. with every swallow the shakes dissapear, twenty four hours till again the'll appear, with ergency for more i head for the door, checking my pockets to reveal my last score. Now out on the street i encounter a stranger, paranoid feelings as if my life were in danger, stare at the floor to avoid eye contact, and focus my attention on my beer contract. as i walk i scan the floor for butts, so i dont waste money on buying roll ups, long ones a bonus but short ones a start, for when i get home ill pull them apart. arrive at the shop and drool at his stock, calculating what i can get for my twenty spot, eight cans of tennents and two bottles of cider, then proceed to pay the shop minder. the usual pleasentrys as i pay, and as i leave he bids a good day, with the job half done i head back to my slum, not quite a walk and not quite a run. arrive back home and slam the door, just as the sweats begin to pour, sit back on my bed place beers on the floor, the liquid profits of my score, drink the day back into the night, slowly more getting as high as a kite, drowning self sorrow and drowning self pain, to keep myself from going insaine. now a waste of a life i have to agree, but i cannot deny that life was me.
She walked off into peripheral, feral and alone a lonely individual, trudging on the stone out into the element, not welcome back home beautiful, intelligent, yet worn to the bone routine was reality, cause real wasn't known she told me, feeling this , felt as a drone fear and shaky ground, surely made her prone falling unsupported, the state still condoned this way or that, no attention could be loaned prevention proving problematic past parodies partly shone privacy trumps compassion, it happens she's grown so my effort to recover info, unfruitful, lay sown nothing but more questions, and my sad little poem nothing but more questions, and my sad little poem
Father, Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be. I am the product of myself and my negativity. I trust You. I love You. I thank You. In Your name, We pray, Amen.
I hate the birth mark under my right eye I hate my extremely static hair I hate my big bottom lip I hate my spotty nose I hate that I have really *****y times I hate that people only remember me for my really *****y times I hate that the real *****es hate me I hate being cautious so they don't ***** about me I hate that I cry over everything I hate that people know I cry over everything I hate that I hide from them anyway I hate that they actually don't care I hate the fact that my brother is leaving home next year I hate the fact that I cried when he told me that I hate the fact that I hid my tears from him I hate the fact that he's all I really have left I hate my father for making me feel like he doesn't care about me I hate my mother for making me feel like she picked him over me I hate that my brother had to look after me when they couldn't be bothered I hate that, in my eyes, they don't deserve to be called mum and dad I hate that when I was younger I had to run away from my father I hate that my mother and brother left me by myself that day I hate that they left me closer to my father I hate that they went somewhere I would have felt safer I hate that I feel like my friends are slowly fading away from me I hate that I feel like I'm a third wheel I hate that I feel like my friend's don't trust me I hate that I feel like I can't trust my friends I hate the feeling of loneliness I hate that I read books to escape to a world better than mine I hate that I write to create a better life than my own I hate that people want to invade that one heaven I invented I hate that people ask me why I made Katy Clover Taylor I hate that I had to make a role model for myself I hate that she is the person I desperately want to be I hate that she is the one thing I will never live up to I hate that I feel like my grades would grasp my families attention I hate that feeling of disappointment when I get a bad grade I hate feeling like I have to live up to an expectation to hold their attention I hate that I am relied on because of my grades I hate that I am an older mind trapped in a younger body I hate that I am limited in what I can do because of my age I hate not being trusted upon I hate people treating me as a kid I hate not telling people how I feel I hate hiding behind an invisible barrier I hate not being able to share how I feel with people I hate being scared that they won't care. I hate people judging me I hate judging people I hate that feeling of giving up I hate the feeling of losing when I didn't give up I hate the choices I have made I hate that nobody thinks I can live up to my dream I hate people thinking they are so much better than me I hate the fact that they are right I hate that I will never make a good girlfriend I hate the fact I know nobody would fall for me I hate knowing that no one would help me pick up my life I hate that it has fallen apart I hate hurting the people I love I hate them not loving me anymore I hate knowing that what I would do would hurt people I hate the fact I do it anyway I hate knowing that I do all of this I hate knowing I hate all of this I hate trying to change it I hate that I am not able to change it I hate that I try not to give up hope I hate knowing all hope is lost I hate that I still try and cling to it anyway I hate knowing I failed at that too But most of all I hate not being able to express this until now I hate that this still won't change a thing I hate thinking that it still might I hate knowing that no one cares
Trapped. No where to hide.You scream at me through the door.Though your words still sting me. I sit on the ground alone.Blood drips down like tears. tears run down like rain.The room's spinning. My heart bursts out of my clothes.We got into a fight. Why is unclear. I tried to leave. You hit me. I fell.I started to cry. You kicked me.A sharp pain burst out of my chest. I could not breath. I have little energy,I kicked you. You fell. I ran to our bedroom. I am trapped. No where to hide.I'm weak. I stumble to your Night stand.I see a gun.You break down the door. I grab the gun.You start to choke me, squeezing my throat like you were trying to get some sort of juice out of me. I pull the trigger. BANG!Trapped. No where to hide.Your grip feels looser. Your face in pain. You fall down. i fall into darkness.Free. No need to hide.
You abide in the light I'll miss you…when you venture off at night Don't forget me… Don't discard me… Don't leave me… Forgive me for drifting away from you… Please forgive me… Please don't ignore me… Hear my pleas…don't turn the other direction… Run with me…into heaven's light I've given you my soul… I've shared with you my melody I've fed you until you were full… I've healed you when you were under the weather… I've tried to bring us back together You hang on the rope of hope I'll rely on you…I'll cling to you… You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss Don't reject me… Don't depart from me… Don't release me… Respect me for who I've become Please respect me… Honor my presence Protect me from any sort of harm Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? I've been driven away by my affliction I've set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land Have you forgotten my affection? I've tried to empathize what you're going through – I've gave you a helping hand Don't you understand? Will you ever understand? You abide in the light I'll miss you…when you depart from my heart Don't forget me… Don't discard me… Don't mourn for me… Forgive me for wishing for your absence… Please forgive me… Please don't give up on me… Hear my side of the story… don't turn the other direction… I'm still training for perfection Run with me…until we arrive at home Hold my hand and we'll take divine flight I've cherished you for so long I've lead you to my home town – Do you remember where you and I belong? I've given you my trust… I've shared with you my dreams You're an apple to my eye You were my angel of grace, promising concord – Bestowing blessings upon me Your vitality never wears off… You were my lamp – Glowing with serenity and elation Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease I'll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night I knew that that was love at first sight The moment you stepped foot into the light
my last words to you in a place where i once dwelled, there lived a boy i loved so well, he took his love away from me, and now is willing to set me free. i even know the reason why, the other girl was prettier than i, i ran for home an cried on my bed , an not a single word was said, my mother came home from work that night , an searched for me left an right, she came upstairs,my door she broke, and there she saw me strung by a rope. an on my jeans there was a note that i had wrote, it read: dig a grave, dig it deep, with marble stone , from head to feet, and on my grave, place a dove , an tell the world i died for love.
A Winters tale........................... As a child I never wondered, What life we could have had. I never blamed society, Or questioned my Mum and Dad. Though now as an adult I realise, How tough a life we led. Cold, cold winters in a council house, Sharing my sisters bed. Cold, cold nights, bleak and damp, Icicles on the windows inside. For years I suffered from whooping cough, Twice I nearly died. I remember us burning, shoes and toys, Just to try and keep us warm. But that was the only thing we knew, To us it was the norm'. Money was never a problem, But the beer and gambling took hold. That shows off my parents priorities, And it wasn't us kids being cold............
The Old House and the New Home ©2011 C. Brent Cloyd I've lived in houses in the country side There with my family I did abide By the dust and gravel of a country road Much pride was taken in our humble abode I've lived in houses perched on a hill Many of which are not standing still They provided shelter in their time Provoked memories that make life rhyme I've lived in a house on a city street Where the neighbors came out at night to meet I've lived in houses made of wood and stone On avenues where children could safely roam I've lived in houses of mortar and brick Where driveways were paved and the grass was thick I've enjoyed houses far better than most Where friends would come and I could serve as host But my current house seems like a foreign land Where everyone wants to lend me a hand Living in this place is not my desire Of this arrangement I easily tire The time has come for me to leave To this old house I will not cleave I no longer want a cottage here below To a fine home in heaven soon I will go. I long not for a mansion or streets of gold But just a place where I will never grow old A place where pain and sadness are never more Where happiness is found on every shore I am eager, yes ready, to move out To possess my new home with a shout! The promised home Jesus went to prepare Death please come quickly, I want to be there.
I don't sit home waiting for love to come call, though I'm spending all my time alone; the next time I hear love knock on my heart, if it's you, there's nobody home. When I answered the knock to admit you, I didn't know what was in store; you cheated and hurt me, then broke my heart, if you knock, I'm not home anymore. When you left I reached the conclusion, that no-one at all in my life; was better for me in the long run, than being a cheating mans wife. So don't come knocking again at my heart, thinking I'll let you come home; you better believe when I tell you, if it's you, there's nobody home.
a hollow shell of tangled synapses sparked into gradual madness which drowns out the truths of the day as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence dreams that reached for pure love's tender touch dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive what became of those fresh dreams and hopes as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves torn into shreds by time's fine scimitar devoid of the touch of raw passion when all that remains of love is a hollow shell
Every night A scared little girl cries herself to sleep With nothing of her own to keep Every night She prayed to God Hoping he wont come home tonight Every night Is another bruise As she bites her lip, trying not to cry Because she knows if he see's one tear She would be even closer to dieing Every night As tears run down her face She knows this abuse will go on and on And never stop Every nigh When she tried to tell someone They never believed her Because he doesn't look like "that type of guy" Every night She would pray to God Hoping he wont come home tonight
Sharing of Dreams He had a dream of living a life of rustic idyll, to see and feel seasons, so he bought a derelict cottage in pastoral Algarve. Took his wife along, explained how the cottage would look like when done up; she said nothing. With help of workmen he began repair and life for a while was primitive. He saw his wife was not happy, when she said she had go home to look after her daughter, he understood. Months went, but a day in February the home was ready, he had even acquired a dog. Outside the almond trees were shedding and petals looked as pink snow. Rang her, but she didn´t want to come and live in his bucolic wonderland . "But I thought you liked it", he said. "You never asked me, took me for granted, this is you dream not mine…" The cottage was still and cold, his dog sensed his dejections jumped up on his lap liking his face. He went into the shed, collected wood for the fireplace, his dream was now like an old coat too comfy to throw away.
The weekend went by too fast my time with you never lasts enough Wake me up when I'm home again My joy has set and I must wait to be happy again Time ticks by ever slowly being so far away is a torture unholy Wake me up when I'm home again Pressing on for your love a blessing I don't deserve In your absence the days are long I grow tired and struggle to stay strong I crawl into bed at night pretending you are holding me tight Wake me up when I'm home again Wake me up when I'm home again Wake me up when I'm home again
the things i do the things i think i just wish you could come home i miss you so much i wish you were here why did this happen to you mom i just wish you could come home i hope you wont die i just want to go back in time and be a little girl again to just be in your arms again MOM i miss you i hope one day you will be home again but that wont happen i
Flowers are blooming on the volunteers' desk: Roses, carnations, a spring bouquet, Dish gardens and gold mums (a more masculine look, The florist said). Blooming like a garden Of well-wishes and sentiment, Blooming here in the hospital lobby (Well, after all, it is spring). Each vase or container bears a card. What is its destination? The new mother in Maternity? "Oh, how pretty," as she nurses her baby. Or the woman down the hall? Whose baby died after a brief flicker of life. That's all she'll take home (this time): flowers. Maybe to the tough kid on the third floor? It was just an appendicitis, "no big deal." Next week, (or the next), he'll be back With his friends on Saturday night. "Hey, look at his scar," "Cool!" Maybe that one goes to the old man, You know, the one who's dying of…something, They don't know exactly….old age? He'd rather be at home in his garden. A hospital full of people, But only enough flowers To cover the top of the volunteers' desk. How many patients, (impatient, really) Will get nothing today? Here come the couriers with just a few more. "Let's go…..hospitals are depressing." Even with (especially with) so many pretty flowers Waiting on the volunteers' desk.
Home Such a long time ago So very far away The true memories fade Replaced by idealistic thoughts Streets change The ones you walked are now dead end Dug up to make room for a new dance club Even the street you grew up on doesn't look the same Buildings change names and shapes People move away or die Even the love of you teenage life is long gone Your favorite food has long past gone Smitty always made the best chili burgers Where is he now? His placed closed up decades ago There no more family run food joints They changed into national burger stands The local personality has died They say that you can never go back That home will never be as you remember it For once they are right You can never go home again
I am a drifting Jellyfish my hopes are none to all I love a place and a time the current rips it from me I have no home, I have no constant variables fill my mind I cannot show what I love but really it's a given All I want is a stable home no movement in my waters The selfish Sea only sees it's self one day I will be gone Beware you selfish Ocean my defense is my sting
day and night i sit and wonder when is my dad coming home he writes to me about the war and the things that has happened "dear son soon I'll be home and i promise you won't recognize me today i killed at 5 japs and took under my wing a boy not much older than you and this makes me wish i was home with you." one day I'll see my dad and hope that he looks the same day after day after day yet no sign that my dad is okay then one day an army truck appears inside is a man and a young boy right about my age. they knock on my door and i open it they told that my dad was dead and the boy in front of me was my twin and he was the boy that my father took under his wing . i gave him a hug and cried for the lost of my father they told that is 15 japs and a missile that wiped my father out. day and night with a new brother by my side i wait to be with my lost father again
Quiet vicissitudes on a lonely shore. Memories fading with age as the family home crumbles. It sits alone, abandoned, on it's now private island as the ocean continually encroaches with time. Nothing left but photographs to prove to the world it was here as a storm crashes overhead. With one final gulp a once happy home relinquishes itself to the watery abyss.
His home is always where he is – Beneath the trestles of clattering trains, he huddles in the damp & sandy wind, eyes across the ocean, sandwich crumbled, filthy in his coat pocket His home is just where he is – Now inside a box behind a dumpster in the middle of downtown nowhere, surrounded by the bizarre aroma-therapy of steaming, festering garbage His home is exactly where he can no longer go – Inside the placid, welcoming walls of the house where his sanity lives ~~~ He stumbles, aching, crying from his wretchedness, crying from his soul – His pants encrusted with what he could not leave behind, His hands clutching a desperately empty bottle, His hair in stringy, unkempt ribbons, slapping his face in the wind ~~~ He, trapped & terrified in a life beyond his living, seeks suicide by public transportation, wishing it could all just be over Wishing he could somehow force his feet to take his body into the path of the oncoming bus – But the driver will not mow him down, will not have him on her conscience – She refuses his anguished gift of responsibility & slams the bus to a squealing, furious, bone-shaking stop & screams at him "NO! I will not do it!" Sad, relieved, horrified, pleased, he views the scene as one more evidence of his beleaguered, hated, ridiculed immortality And laughs his drug-indentured way back to the motel which has a dumpster behind which he can once more box himself in until he thinks he can afford to take the public transportation system on again, And maybe this time, he'll find his win, he'll be successful And never have to live inside these walls of pain (again) which he only knows as home
I've lived in nowhere felt it's edges resided in it's blissful emptiness marveled at the complete beauty of what it's like to be invisible I used to skip rocks in a lonely pond just to watch the water ripple and when the water finally stood still again, I had mixed emotions because nowhere was home.
i'm sitting on the table shining my best hoping to show that i'm more than that title plated across my golden exterior at the end of the day they take the first and second but me they left behind feeling unwanted and unappreciated just wanted to be in a home where everyone would be proud of me but instead i don't matter i'm in last place so they leave me here if i had a face you would see my tears then that one day a girl came last and i was assigned to her she held me up with so much pride took me home and polished me till i shine at that point i was happy because before i would long for someone to take me home when someone would pick me up i rejoiced and had hope only to feel disappointed when they put me back and walked away but with her i was like a first in her eyes for the first time in my life i wasn't third anymore
Airport terminals betray many turbulent thoughts, as lives pass and friends fly, far away. I sit here in this chair, wondering when I'll ever see such faces again. Some tears have already made their way down, forcing themselves to the sad surface. When shaking hands with your teacher and your friend, hugging the ones who've made you whole - it is what it is. More, however, are yet to come. As we taxi out on the runway, departure-bound, I see behind my eyes this scene on the silver screen; and lo, what plays out before my glistening eyes. A soft melody breaches my ears and my mind, tag-teaming with the past to bring forth such savage depths; drops, slowly, continue to fall. As I think of those I will always miss, no matter how close or how undeniably far; as this is born into life on the page; I ache for home. I know what I am; I fight for all things familiar. I gave up my right to not feel this, to defend others' rights never to. A man dear to me once told me that I've done my share. No matter how long it's been, just the first step was enough, he said. That I owe nothing more. I hope he's right. I hope, when this is over, that I can find all these faces. That I can find my way back once more. Maybe one day I can figure out how to listen. Maybe one day, I'll live for me; maybe one day I'll believe him.
He went as he came, quietly, but not alone His family and friends gathered to see him home and pray that now he is pain free No black was worn colours only he would say its a good time, not really leaving you, I leave you memories, some good some maybe not, but memories are memories. No more tears for me, I am all around, you will see me everywhere in all things you do. Occasionally an inner voice will say " Tad would have...................... when triggered off. Just think of me until memories fade. So we said our goodbyes to Tad , made promises to keep in touch with family and friends as one does on these occasions. Went back home to our memories, never to forget. Nov 3rd 2012
My children are a beautiful rose I am the thorny stem. I was a young bride with no home of my own mistreated and forced to abide I left my children behind.... Their fate was to be with out always longing for our brief moments together They always excepted me with out any doubt. Destiny did not abandon them it provided a firm bond between them Now that I've come home to stay The Lord has taken me away In Heaven I will wait for them. Madre mia, your mistaken you may have seen yourself as a thorny stem we saw you as our own precious jem Your fiery and vibrant soul The Lord has taken Our unforgettable memories of you can not be taken we will hold on to them until we reunite again.
I really don't know where to start So I guess I'll just say what's in my heart I want to tell you a story About my dad that I never got to see He was kind and good and a brave man There were many like him who left to fight in another land Like others who went before Everyone prayed that they would be back at the end of the war That men would come and leave no more He never came back again He never saw my life begin Never saw my first birthday Or take me to school on my first day I grew up wondering why Why didn't God pass my daddy by To let him come back home safe to be Home to his loving family I'll never feel his loving touch Or hear his words telling me he loves me so much The dad I long to see is in a picture in front of me And yet I know he will always be here in my heart to comfort and guide me
POW – MIA Grandma, when Grandpa went to Vietnam And left you at home alone Did you ever think he wouldn't return And be forever gone No, dear I thought he'd be back And never leave again But that crazy war in Vietnam Was one we couldn't win Well, Grandma, where is he now Is he still fighting the war Will he ever come home to be with us Why did he go so far My child your Grandpa had to go And fight for freedom's sake But he won't be coming home again And that's so hard to take But Grandma, if he's not coming home Why did he have to stay I'd like to see Grandpa again So he and I could play Well, son I'm sorry to tell you this There is no other way Your Grandpa may be a prisoner of war Or what the Army calls MIA Well, why is he in prison Did he commit a crime I don't understand, Grandma It's been a long, long time Yes, dear, you're right, it's been so very long Since Grandpa went away But all the love he gave to us Is with us every day You're right Grandma He really did love us all He had to go to Vietnam To answer his country's call My child you are so very wise And one day you'll understand Your Grandpa had to go and fight For the freedom of our land Grandma, I love you so And I'll never go away I won't leave you home alone Home is where I'll stay Thank you dear, that's very kind But Grandma will be alright I love you too God is my guiding light He's my light too, just like Grandpa said He's always by our side He helps us every day And dries the tears we've cried Curtis Moorman June 17, 2011
The blind man waited, at the intersection, for someone to help him cross the busy boulevard... and he was accustomed to live in twilight, fumbling for a hand on his right; and he finally found mine! Judge humanly...not pettily, you could be in that situation and feel abandoned and helpless, unless somebody extends compassion and lends that hand in time of need; only human love can render a good deed! The orphan girl recognizes a greed so mundane, her body has grown, so has her world's view; that person who abandoned her at the orphanage when icy rain pelted against the foggy windows, was her own mother that refused to knock on the front door! She still feels unwanted, unloved and rejected by who, for some shameful reason, dropped her off and was gone into the dreary autumn's night to forget her despair! Judge the pain...not the circumstance that impels a misguided heart to err; beneath an appearance of denial, there's a certain humanity we can't conceive, and what prompts us to act in unreasonable and strange ways, is still not quite understood by all; all we can perceive is the guilt we can't bear, and the resentful restlessness which shortens this very existence! The elderly woman, sitting in an old wheel-chair, waits at the traffic light as the whisking wind brushes her frizzy and gray hair; the sunken-cheeked lady is the regular beggar, whose life has never been mellow, but full of tragedy and sorrow! Her frail voice is not insincere, but thankful and kind... when I hand her a dollar out of my car's window! Judge fairly... that could be you standing there, or someone you love; fate can be changed if we dare... we assert truths without clarity and condemn unjustly! Let's take the mendicant's place, at the same corner, and beg all day; wouldn't we be humiliated, be scorned or even be ignored by the glances of passerby that regard us not as their friend? The run-away teenager with lots of make-up, looks like a madam out of a brothel, who tries to hide her identical age by smiling at strangers... and her trade is that of an inexperienced gal, unprotected and exposed to many dangers; and it might cost her life...that's already a living hell! Judge not too harshly...when facts aren't known, and the only assumption rests with our pity; along the side of the street there are many eyes that weep, eager to return home, to a home that was so warm and cozy! And the lucky ones will make until dawn, others will not open their eyes, but eternally sleep! THE PLAGUES OF OUR DAY The blind man with a steel cane stooped and waited for someone to help him across the busy boulevard; he felt warm sunlight, and wished his sight back without living in darkness, then he saw a glimpse of that light when he was touched by my kindness. The orphan girl wants to escape, but she is afraid to venture in the outside world still feeling unwanted, unloved and shivering unable to shield herself from the cold. On many rainy nights, she sits by her barred window recalling her frail mom fleeing into the Autumn dreary night, and inside she longs for caresses to begin the healing. Another teenager, hustles in the dangerous streets of night...she barely can walk on high heels, but she endures pain for gain; her home was blessed with good parents, but she rebelled and ran away... she has no choice but sell her body...what will she attain? Lend a hand to anyone in time of need, only human love renders a good deed; How can we help abandoned babies and run-away and get rid of all the plagues of our day that infest society?
After many years a man returned home to put to rest some very dark demons, He left as a boy with hatred in his heart and an anger to match that hatred, A wretched upbringing the spite from his family who hated him was so harsh, What could a young boy have done to cause this bitterness the answer nothing. One day very early the door closed behind him the young lad had made a decision, He decided to leave that awful place and to make his way into the big wide world, With experiences of his existence he understood nothing could be as bad as now, With that thought he would not miss nor be missed, off went a sad lonely little boy. Making his way it was hard but and he knew that there could be no turning back, His father a vicious drunk would come home and blame him for his wretched poverty, His mother hated the boy she blamed him because he was the cause of his fathers anger, His brother wanted him gone as he got scared he would receive the same treatment. As a man his mind now strong living so long with a monkey on his back he returns, Walking the streets in town the place has changed a grey place of grim despair, People he knows walk the same streets they have lines etched deep in their faces, Etched lines are a calender of life's events of misery hard work and hard times. Their clothes are clean but shabby why dress up when there is nobody to impress, Shoulders rounded and heads down their lives are wasted they are nothing people, Hard men from his youth are beaten and pathetic living on stories of yesterday, Years of drunken weekends and family abuse have clouded and poisoned simple minds When these people were young and full of hope their life was rosy and scented, There were stores of honey in their minds and a thousand acres of wild flowers, As lovers they walked hand in hand along paths bright with a finesse of nature, Look at them now how things have changed their garden is overgrown with weeds. Once in a fountain of youth happy children chased after each other playing games, The dancing spray fell on their flushed cheeks as it gushed in the warm sunshine, It cast its silvery beads all around but now days nobody listens to its rippling tunes, And people have fallen away and crumbled beneath the tooth and finger of neglect. Now all the flowers are drooping and faded no footprints walk the old path of youth, They live in a freezing emotional wilderness growing tired of each other love gone, Their houses are now gloomy and very unhappy it is hard to pretend this is not so, No signs of any happiness no 'smile and be merry' as they have now stopped trying. I am glad I returned to my roots where happiness was just a dream hate was reality, Now I can close the heavy book I am satisfied that my leaving was the right decision, The people I saw were ruined wasted people whose lives went where the rut took them, I left and went back to my own life and like a ghost I faded from my own past forever.
I am me but it isn't enough. The kids at school don't like me too much. My family's poor; I can't afford nice clothes. All of my socks have holes in the toes. I have 2 pairs of jeans I wear every other day. I try keeping them new but they won't stay that way. I like different music but they think it's whack. Being Black, I should only listen to R&B and rap. I'm very good at school because I'm very smart But they try to hurt my feelings by calilng me a retard. They say that I am stupid and they also call me dumb. They say that I will never amount to be anyone. They push me in the hallway trying to pick a fight. Sad and depressed, I push through with all of my might. The girls talk about me on Facebook and the guys find it funny. They talk about my appearance and how I am so very ugly. I hold my head up at school but at home I always cry. They talk about me daily and I really don't know why. I'm too black, too tall, too smart, too poor... All I want to do is disappear through the floor. They don't know I'm funny, nice, kind, and sweet. They'd prefer to talk badly about me to everyone they meet. Am I too scared to face them and say what's on my mind? Or maybe I'm not mean enough because I am too kind... I try to listen to my teachers who advise me to walk away But my bullies follow me to torment me every single day. My grades start dropping because I can no longer focus. I get in trouble at home because education is a must. All I want to do is go to school without getting picked on. All of this external negativity is making me withdrawn. I used to be so happy and now, I don't know what that is. I have no idea how much more I can take of this. I hate how I've given them the power on how to make me feel. They've caused scars so deep that I wonder if I will ever heal. Why did God make me so different? Why am I so disliked? I just want to be pretty and cool so that I can be liked. I'm tired. Tired of hurting. Tired of being scared. Tired of crying. I feel small pieces of me slowly and constantly dying. No one to talk to because no one understands. Now I am no more and it's caused by my own hands. The kids at school didn't like me too much. I tried to be me but it wasn't enough.
Son you got gone today they got you while I was away Mac you knew it was comin you finally stopped runnin at least you'll be home someday Oh baby, this lump in my throat! Son you left your room a mess you did it on purpose I geuss you knew as I cleaned it would help you get weaned but to me it's a great test This damn lump in my throat. Son you even broke the bed tells me you're outta you head maybe I'll leave it that way so nobody else can stay ain't no one can sleep in your bed This huge lump in my throat... Reminds me when I would hear the sound you make when you clear the lump in your throat then I'd know you were home then I could sleep without fear At least you'll be home someday but to me it's a great test ain't no one can sleep in your bed I'll try to sleep without fear You too, ok?
Visiting with memories Childhood days, thoughts remembered, Things of me that used to be. House that's aged, weathered and grayed - I feel its splintering pain; Watching me as we all played. Elements she held at bay; Her walls hold cherished secrets; Creaky floors gave me away. Love has gone, home lost it's shine. Here I sit, this last recall, Earth to earth, dust to dust, pine. Once I left she lost her spring. Her heartbeat beat its last breath No more a home but a thing. Memories stand strong as she Reigned her years; everyone's gone Moving on as it should be. Thanks to you my ode homestead, I grew up secure and loved And trips to the wood shed. My heartfelt tears have a smile; Emotions, both joy and sad; New owners, life's worthwhile.
I see her image sitting over there, all alone Streaming tears running down her cheeks, on her face Her soft little whimpering voice, a babies tone I remember when she said c'mon daddy, let's have a race It was her first time that she played, in the yard outside I still recall her great big smile, on her tiny face And the tears that ran down her cheek, when she cried Because she tore her brand new dress, with the pink lace She always was my little Angel, my only child But I still cry when I remember, how mommy died giving birth But those pains somehow went away, when my baby smiled Oh how it was so cute that day, she caught a fish It was only three inches long, but to her it was just something sticky And how she loved taking flowers, to her Mommy's grave She always made me smile and laugh, when she said daddy Mommy's stone needs some paint, that it's old and gray Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came And how they took my baby girl, along home with them Oh how the stars did shine that night, up in the sky And how the day was dark, when we buried her Now all I have are memories, of her smiling face In the photograph hanging on the wall, and beside my bed Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came And when they took my baby girl, home with them My heart did break that dreadful day, by a truck As she ran out to get her ball, into the street And when I picked her up she hugged my neck, where she was struck I held her so tight to me, rapped in a sheet She said daddy it'll be o.k., as I wiped blood from her feet She said mommy says we'll be waiting, with God in heaven I'll never forget how my heart was broke, there in the street That day I lost my pride and joy, to some drunken men Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came And how they took my baby girl, along home with them Oh how the stars did shine that night, up in the sky And how the day was dark, when we buried her Now all I have are memories, of her smiling face In the photograph hanging on the wall, and beside my bed Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came And when they took my baby girl, home with them Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came And how they took my baby girl, along home with them Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came And when they took my baby girl, home with them ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This Is a sad song, Not a true story
Home isn't for me I try my best to respect my parents but they don't treat me right My pops always yelling at me and quick to hit me When I speak my mind My mom always cussing me out telling me to get my lazy ass up and get a job But times are hard and it ain't easy to get a job Home isn't for me because we're never peaceful My parents always arguing about money when they know every week they're short Sometimes I wish that my home was more peaceful A place where I can lay down in peace without nobody in the house fighting 23When I go over my friends' houses I always get jealous Because they and their parents always get along they never embarrass them when they have company They always encourage them to do better if they screw up it's like them and their parents connect all the time Sometimes I wish that my parents was like that always let me speak my mind and tell them how I feel I know it's kind of sad but I hate coming home after school or when I'm leaving my friend's house Because my home isn't peaceful it's like I'm fighting demons everyday Home isn't for me that's why a lot of kids run away from home especially the black ones Our parents don't know what we go through at school, work or out there in the real world When we come home from our problems we aspect loving and caring parents that has a happy home If it's like that maybe we all can get along and understand each other some more If there's no love at home what makes you think I want to be at home looking at how miserable ya are 24 I pray to God every night hoping and believing that he turns my place into a happy home
Everyday that passes by I sit and wonder and ask god why? Why did he have to take you from us so soon? The lord replied my child do not be sad do not cry do not sit and wonder why I took her home she needed to rest and know she is in heaven with one of the best Her task on earth must be left undone now you must learn to stand as one Be strong all those feelings will soon pass everything will get better at last She has left for now but not for good this to must be understood At the end of her day there was no more time for her to laugh, work or play I have decided her fate she has entered heavens gates her journey has not ended it has only Begun we will rise again just east of the sun so until that day that I call you home you must remember my child that you are never alone.
little boy sittin at home good little boy said his prayers all alone just before he said amen he thought to ask his question again when is daddy commin home? when is daddy commin home? amen nobody, put him on their shoulder's anymore he used to climb on daddies back when he had'em on the floor everything that daddies did his daddy did and more just to play with the son he verily did adore in his heart the little boy grew the vicious fact that he could not ignore that a home without a daddy is the home of the poor why can't God just end all wars why can't daddies talk with other daddies and try to end this war why can't daddies come home and be what they was before why can't daddies be what they was before the war
Strolling down the street hand on my gat, with the sun at my back ready to attack. Slow to the fight quick to react, always marching forward never looking back. 10 months in the desert not a drop of rain, only thing I've sen is suffering and pain. The weight of my gear is difficult to maintain, to end my own life I try to refrain. Another pointless battle in an unknown frontier, never making it home my only fear. Another explosion in the distance all I hear, as I push forward hoping the end is near. Watching the sun set I sit there and pray, that I will make it through yet another day. All of a sudden I see a white light and hear loud bangs, 4 more friends died with the blast of that grenade. Will I make it home I do not know, for in my countries arms lies my soul. My blood, sweat, and tears are my toll, and the hope of going home is all I know.
I know I can't stay, I died the night you passed away, I'm stuck haunting this place like a ghost. Hell looks a lot like home, My post, Greeted by your scent in the bedroom I've found my doom, In a home I haunt. Sulking like a ghost, I'm wasting away, I died the day you did, But in a completely different way. Hell looks a lot like home. Lost without you beside me, Hold me close, Protect me. Never deny me what I want And all I want is you So keep me close. But without you, you haunt my dreams, I see you everywhere, But things aren't as they seem. Even heaven is hell without you, And this home looks a lot like hell to me.
If I didn't need anybody I wouldn't feel blue if I didn't need anyone I wouldn't miss you if I could go on in this world all alone I wouldn't be drowning in this world so unknown I wish things were easy as everyone does but things can't be easy when the world loses cause If things could be simple then you would finally see if home is where the heart is then please come home to me I wouldn't feel blue if I didn't need anyone I wouldn't miss you if I could go on in this world all alone I wouldn't be drowning in this world so unknown I wish you were closer you're just out of reach like the heavens above where no sorrow can ever breach if I could only hold you like I want to right now there'd be no more sadness there'd be no way, no how If things were only different and we weren't apart I'd close down this workshop that heals my broken heart if I could only hold you like I need to now there wouldn't be anymore heartache there'd be no way, no how If I didn't need anybody I wouldn't feel blue if I didn't need anyone I wouldn't miss you if I could go on in this world all alone I wouldn't be drowning in this world so unknown If I didn't need anybody I wouldn't feel blue if I didn't need anyone I wouldn't miss you
having a family back home is not easy, especially when you can't go home if you plan on coming back, moving away from family and friends you've born with is not simple, as lifeless fools wage wars to waste civilian's lives, as you relax in America, you wonder what if you were there? where would you be? and what would you be doing? would you be waging wars too? every day you think about whether your family still alive or not not that you don't keep track, but the fear of losing them without knowing what happened? its always too long to be a way from a family no matter who your family is, away from family is distressing, without family how can you survive? all of our daily lives include seeing our family so how can you see them if they're thousands of miles away and stuck in the country that you thought was going to help you get ahead now tell me do you have a family? then tell me is eight years too long to be away from a family
Everyone laughs and calls me names I feel like I'am always in shame I never wanted to be in my own shoes people always call me a name or two when i come home at night I always run to my room and shut my door tight Waiting for tomorrow to bring a new light just so I can come home and cry all night sometimes i feel like I could just die and think bad thoughts in my bed as I lye I have no friends at all so theres no one to pick me up if i fall I just dont wanna show my face no more because I really dont know what its for
Her barstool has six legs, two are hers, it plants her to the bar and she is blooming like spring flowers. Drinking in the spirits from the bottles I serve her. The smile she wears is false, its from the bravado she drinks. She lives with me, calls herself mine, but its the bottle that is really her home. I only visit her and hold her dear, because those moments seem to disappear. I'm laughing at her as she shakes her butt to Johnny Paycheck, while my hands move with speed and grace, I'm serving the rednecks, cowboys and other dubious charactors. The girls are trying to look like movie stars as mine waves at me, she is teasing her way to a free drink, but she always comes home with me. Its past midnight and everyone is tight, laughing and being fools. I'm the bartender, leader of fools, mixing their delights, I light their smokes, laugh at the bad jokes, listen to their problems, fix marriages and broken hearts. I'm the law and sometimes a nurse. The night is over, everyone is gone. They're satisfied, some found love for the night, while others will be sleeping lonely, but medicated. I count the money, peel my wife out of her barstool and go home thinking, its all in a night here at Cleve's, I'm really just an actor and the bar is my stage, because all this isn't really me. I'm just faking it, lingering in the shadows waiting for something else !
Please do not define me by the house I'm living in. You don't know where I'm going; you don't know where I've been. Just because my house is not a mansion or chalet, Doesn't mean I can't be just as happy where I stay. The circumstances of our lives can change from time to time. It seems to me that this time, a change will soon be mine. I'm not sure I am ready to face this task again. I'm longing for the days of youth and happy times back then. No matter where I hang my hat, my heart is still the same. Four walls alone won't make a home when filled with doubt or shame. A house is made of bricks or wood, but this I must confide… A house is not a home unless true love resides inside. A home should be a place that reaches out its arms to you, Some rocking chairs on your front porch, where you enjoy the view. As soon as you set foot inside the door you know you're home, Where Home Sweet Home is always best, no matter where you roam. The welcome mat, it does just that…it makes you feel secure. It doesn't matter where you're at, or if you're rich or poor. I think a home can know if you are feeling sad or blue, And in its way, will do its best to take good care of you. To me, there's nothing sadder than a house no one lives in. No family to call its own, and empty rooms within. Its windows are the eyes that blankly stare, as if to say, "Won't you come inside and take my loneliness away?" The houses where I've lived before were happy ones, you see. I loved each one in different ways and I know they loved me. I left my mark on each of them in one way or another, Especially the one I shared with Daddy and my Mother. This home won't be as nice as some I've lived in, in the past. Financial strain can dwindle down a bank account so fast. I have to do what's right for me, and not for any other. If you don't like the place I live, I can't go buy another. I hope I won't be judged by where I live, because you see Your circumstances, too could change; you may live next to me. Tornado Magnet, Trailer Trash…call me what you will. The only thing that matters is the sweet relief I'll feel. Although it's sad to leave this home, I never understood, The heavy burden of my debt would soon be gone for good. So if you want to tease me now, I'm sure you will agree, This "almost" Trailer Trash is very soon to be debt-free!
It's dawn again, here comes the light to end another sleepless night and make me realise it's true I look around, and there's no you. It's time to get up out of bed the body moves but my heart is dead I look around, the house is bare and all because you're not there. I go to work and drive all day eyes on the road, my mind astray remembering the love we had, it really is so very sad. I come back home again at night to live again in constant fright, and look out of my window pane and pray that you'll come home again.
I AM One chain away from the day when everything was so black and grey One chain away from when I actually care about anything you have to say One chain away from home sweet home and home sweet home to stay One chain away from getting down on my knees to say thank you, God, and pray One chain away from convincing myself that I'm gonna make it and be ok One chain away from feeling hopeless each and everyday One chain away from being on my back abused confused and under attack when everything was so grey and black One chain away from coming out of the black and grey into the light where I can finally see One chain away from breaking loose and running free from leaving you and loving me
he was buried today had along lines of cars no more will he feel the pains from all of his scars Flowers on each side Where his casket lay Lowering him down As her heart mourns today Every one comes to her Her eyes swollen with grief Saying how they are so sorry As they slowly leave His mother was hospitalize it was to much for her brain she just couldn't bear that she won't see her only son again His life was taken away At such a very young age By a driver on her phone Checking her face book page It was just last week She was in her home cloths In the kitchen making dinner Grill chicken and Mash potatoes When she ran out of ketchup So he leave to go alone Then he was hit by a girl Distracted by her cell phone When he did not return She knew some thing was wrong When she got the call she fell to the ground Her father told her leave here Come back home to Trinidad But right now she's so confuse She lost the only one she ever had Now she has to be strong And learn to be a survivor Now that all from her life was taken By the habits of a careless driver A message to all the careless drivers Who are driving while on the phone? Stop now before you're responsible For Some one not reaching back home
When the home team has a five to two lead, a dependable bullpen is what they need. In the ninth inning, they want three outs more. A relief pitcher has to shut the door. Losing the lead for the team is crappy. The hometown crowd will leave unhappy. Such an incident happened the other night. The events that transpired were a bizarre fright. The "closer" was expected to deliver from harm. However, he incurred spasms with his arm. Unavailable, other pitchers took the mound. Not one competent pitcher could be found. The bases became loaded before we knew it. All the runners scored, and the home team blew it. The fans were sitting there dumbfounded and staid. Six runs crossed home plate before the final out was made. Therefore, the home team lost, and that was history. Unfortunately this season, it has happened too frequently.
Empty bottles on the floor I pack up as fast as I can I want to get out before you get home. You were way too out of control I want to just leave but so many memories Are in these walls. The time you came home And hit me and the walls. The time you came home And yelled for hours. The time you came home And ripped me out of bed. So many memories of my life. And so much to get away from. So much of my life of nothing So much to leave behind. I'll try to forgive you But remember, Its not only the walls That hold our secrets I do too And I'm going to talk. Goodbye.
Dear Mommy, Hush mommy don't whimper a sound. In your heart I can be found. They took you away from me I don't know why. Be brave mommy don't cry. It will always be see you latter but never goodbye. They call this home the days are long. You are my home with you I belong. Keep wishing on stars because you love me I am not far. Mommy rests now close your eyes and dream. Remember all the things we did we still are a team. Mommy you miss me things will be better you will see. I keep your picture in my backpack. I keep you with me so I can talk and sleep with you when the night is black. Mommy don't shed a tear. We may be together next a year! Mommy you told me rainbows are from God full of colors for hope and wishes not to sob. I will find one so our wish to be together it will be. Mommy I remember your smile and please don't forget me! Mommy being apart hurts my heart. With my colors I drew a rainbow and a kiss for you its my picture art. I love you I am waiting for you. Maybe tomorrow you will come and get me. Mommy I know someday we will be together again you will see. Love your Child.
Just Imagining the tyrant sand that covers my toes as i step within. Shielding my feet from the beaming sunlight that reminds me nothing of my home life, Unpeaceful and unquestionable. My long flowing hair whispering in the wind wondering when i might get away for good. Seeking admiration, affection, and warmth. watching in the distance a family, enchanted,blissful, and playful. Still reminding be nothing of my home life, Unpeaceful and unquestionable. The waves sprawling on the shore, causing excitement and confusion. Wishing that someday i can feel so much happiness that all my pain can be washed away, this is reminding me of my home life, Unpeaceful and unquestionable.
a few seconds ago millions of people died many of those no one will ever remember them... some where babies cute little angels dying before reaching the polluted air old people unable to take care of them selfs because they are weak young people dying because they are using drugs and alcohol because they thought mom and dad were lying when they said it was wrong Young kids because their parents decide to neglet their hearts but the worst deaths are the ones that die while they continue living destroying their family, friends, and the only home they have, the home in side their hearts....
Brilliant poet Whose life was consumed with tragedy Existence filled with bitter losses Happiness forsaking her life Passionate romance With poet Ted Hughes Swept her away Bringing magic into her dreary life Relationship intensified And they became united Living in marital bliss Coddling their two children For a short spell Through their love of poetry They formed a special bond That was destroyed by an opportunist A temptress named Assia Tender kisses turned into lonely tears As Ted's desire for Assia waxed His interest for Sylvia waned Her life now engulfed in despair She found it hard to cope with the reality That was her life She decided to kiss Ted goodbye forever By placing her head in the oven And turning the gas on Ending her pain forever From there Assia stepped into Sylvia's shoes Residing in the home where Ted and Sylvia Shared their lives together Raising her children Loving her husband As if she were taking Sylvia's place But, even after Sylvia joined the dark realm Walking hand and hand with the grim reaper Her memory still lingered behind Her former home with Ted Became like a shrine Filled with the overwhelming presence Of Sylvia's most treasured possessions Assia could not escape the ghost Of her former rival's presence Though in life Sylvia was cast aside and forgotten Now it seemed that her spirit Would not let go Of the injustices she suffered At the hands of the manipulative woman Who used every ploy To steal Ted away from her
Today I passed this little girl, And I could tell she was sad and confused. Here shirt was torn as well as her jeans, And she was wearing old, spoiled shoes. I could tell something was wrong, When I looked into her eyes. But I assumed if I asked her, She would've cried and told me lies. By the looks of her I could tell, That she was badly abused. When I got home I wished I would've helped her, Before I seen her on the news. The little girl went home that night, And grabbed her daddy's gun. She put it to her head and pulled the trigger, And just like that, her life was done. Now she's in a safe place, She's in heaven up above. Now she's in a place, Where she is happy and will always be loved.
My anxiety is something I live with, each and everyday, most days I forget I have it because it's become normality, some days are better than others, then some aren't so great, then the days where it's really bad where I just want to hide away. When it actually started, i'm not really sure, thinking back as far as I can I think it was when I was a child, I use to have these strange feelings, each day when I came home from school, as I got closer to home my heart would beating faster too. There are three kinds of attacks I get, only one can I control, the other two can sometime take me off to another into world, to caught up in emotions, as all the feelings build up inside, understanding my triggers now is going to my my next fight. The first one isn't to bad fleeting thoughts here and there, feel a little bit anxious but I tell myself there nothing to fear. being a little anxious sometimes I'm quick to snap, but I know when I'm in this stage because I can put my self in check. The second one I can cope sometimes like the one I having now, been going anxiously up and down for almost six hours. I don't like people annoying me, because I get over anxious real fast, A lot of the time I sit in silence just trying to ride it out. The last one I really hate, this is when I lose the plot, disillusioned by paranoia and fears, this one I cant stop. when I hit that state my life becomes a misery, I try my best to describe exactly how it feels to me: Someones got my lungs trying to strangle me to death, feels like I'm having a heart attack, gasping for breath, room is starting to spin as the wall's start closing in, feeling claustrophobic and itchy with in my own skin. Trying to shake it off only heightens it, by 10, then I could be off on another planet, speaking Latin, nothing makes sense, drifting in and out of reality, this is how my anxiety can sometimes effect me. M.Mahauariki © 2012
Living from day to day, Trying to make life a better day. Doing the best you can, To keep food on your plate, And cool air from your fan. Bettering yourself , The only way you know how. Constantly wiping, The sweat from your brow. Satisfying the same rude boss And customers working so hard, To not let them get the best of us. Crying out to your family at home, Because you and your colleagues Don't get along. Going home to answer the phone. Finding yourself, doing the same Things at work as you do at home. The same old job that causes you To prematurely age can't pay You more than minimum wage. While at home watching your T.V., Hoping and dreaming, to have a crib Like a celebrity, you hope to have a Chandelier like theirs. Then you look up At your raggedy light fixture. Getting the Blurry image of you sitting in an old beat Up chair. You're thinking, "Hey, I work every day." "I work very hard, and I can't even get My job's credit card." "What can I do?" "I can do nothing but sit here and sob." "My health in success is failing, all Because I'm dying for a dead end job." wrote in college while sick of retail work (2003-2004) somewhere in that time
I really wish I were free from the clutches You have put over me You've got me bruised and choked and hurt And covered my eyes so I can't see. I cannot show my abuse Or my longing for my freedom I wish I were sometimes all alone Marching to the bat of my own drum. I yearn for my times away from you When I am out of your reach Only then can I begin to relax And breathe a sigh of relief. I come home and go out to see you And you always act so sweet Then you turn when we're alone Into some sort of vicious beast. You throw me up against the wall And bang my head into the bricks But I still come back to you every night Because I'm brainwashed by your tricks. You beat my arms and pull my hair Leaving bruises no one can see It makes me believe you aren't in love And that you only want to hurt me. I can't physically leave you Because I am way too in love But I do wish I weren't being hurt I want to instead be your treasure trove. I'm trapped in a triangle That I can't even hope to leave I stay and believe you'll get better For the old you, I refuse to grieve. But I decided it was too much And slowly walked away I pushed myself out of your grip And quietly slipped away. When you followed me later Trying to force me in your car I wised up and took off running And home really wasn't that far. I saw you handcuffed and in the squad car Being driven away from me I walked away from your abuse forever So this is how it feels to be free.
Flashbacks of pain, heartbreak, and confusion targeted at all directions Coming from a broken home saturated with various forms of neglection Prematurely self taught to survive, put our of home at a young age I never knew a childhood, so I now live with suppressed rage My heart bleeds for a hug that can make the pain go away But I wake up to nobody, So I guess the pain has to stay I used to dream of hearing "thats my boy" from a father thats proud Pretending I had parents there cheering me on when I looked at a crowd Use my friends for crutches and life and someone to live it through Made a many of Valentine cards but had nobody to give it to Endured many years of people telling me that I won't go far I love the dark because the light shows things just the way they are Due to many tragic episodes my heart has been made numb to trust Thats why I keep to myself, cry rarely and don't speak too much This isn't a cry out for help,just a diary of struggles through my strives and tries This just a vivid picture of me and life through my eyes Stevie D/ Harlem Dedicated to the adopted
It's Valentines Day full of cards and kisses Wish you were here covers all of my wishes Easter is here and were celebrating our lord Each day that passes I miss you even more It's been seven years today since we said, "I do" It seems longer than that since I last held you We all gather together for the birth of our land It's the Fourth of July and your not here as we planned It's your birthday today marking 34 years When I think of you celebrating alone, it brings me to tears Now it's thanksgiving and the families all here The rooms filled with spirit and still your not here Out of habit I set a place at the tables head The kids leave it and "Soon Mom" is all that was said Santa is coming and kids are full of cheer I try to keep smiling even though you are not here Pictures with Santa and the lighting of the tree Smiles on Christmas morning I wish you could see We gather to wish good tidings to all I sit and wait by the phone thinking maybe you'd call You have missed a great deal in the year you've been gone Jason had a great time at his junior prom Katie turned seven and Chrissie turned two For all their birthday wishes- they just wished for you At night we all get tucked into bed We snuggle up close and then bow our heads Dear Lord please keep special watch over our Dad If anything happens to him we'll be so sad He's over helping the other country grow Doing his job as you already know He's helping other little boys and girls Opening their eyes to a whole new world We are so proud of him and hold our heads high But each night we hear mommy lay there and cry We all miss him more than you know Yet during the day we don't let it show We have to be strong and keep the faith That soon he'll be home with us and be safe We are proud to hang that flag up high We are all so full of American pride We pray for all the soldiers' safe return home We pray that there are no more families left alone Dear God for this Christmas please hear us pray Bring our soldiers home where they belong, where they'll stay
Sticky matted hair, Sweat from weeks past Sticks to his face. Like so many files he swats at them. Shifting through the piles Human refuge... Unknown horror and unseen disease Forgotten for an apple core... A few cans… The currency of the street. His home on wheels pushed, His life You scoff at making haste to the opposite side, Lazy He must be. Warm coat, home and car... All await you... Wet papers, boxes and carts... His life. Like so many files he swats them away... Moving on to his next treasure...
The love lost was in a home The love lost had worn its course and left on its own It was unhappy Because the love wasn't there the way it was planned to be The lost love was broken down bit by bit Day by day Minute by minute And fate by fate It was tired of not being used They made it feel neglected and abused In this house, love was nowhere to be found It was suppose to speak clear and loud, but it couldn't make a sound The love lost wasn't felt in the hearts of the home Instead, it was left outside in the cold to love alone To dream of a home looking for love to fill the space between the walls But until then, he has to wait until a home calls
Dreaming, Hoping, Longing I look to the moon with a prayer on my heart Awaiting the return of my better part Hand cramping, Tears streaming Is this one finally worth believing The man, the soldier whose loving words stole my heart You've etched them in to my soul With you in my life I finally feel whole Please my sweet soldier come home The radio plays all the songs The ones that show our support With wishes of you all coming home I find myself staring at the sky With a watchful eye Though I cannot help but sing along Please my sweet soldier come home I love you, I pray for you I wish to be in your arms Please my sweet soldier come home
My home Cavern ambuncuated,cliped off pearls to the. shatterd braces through the runway surface ,shutters opened in a v. blankets throwed like homemade wines,dusty as the sunset gathers. my dome like picture painted perfect ,and happily ever after. rainbows withdrawn across the moon lite sky. running water comeing through the logged bridge rushing over very high. home alone thrusted ,holding back the tears that reach my eyes. drinched in hot fluids ,reaching the surface with little breath. my home is where im happy at,where I lay my head to rest.
Coquina butterflies, in cases, in glass 30 years locked in my memory's passed The beach just brought home with it's sand still warm to a house full of love, to a brand new home When he smiled then, when he caught her eyes they remarried in whispers and sweet surprise As a child I learned, and I learned it well Drop into love, so with ease, I fell I fell in a dream with the ocean's kiss while thinking of them in happiness 'till the moment he wrapped the shore up to bite stone 'till the moment he told her he'd leave her alone Not by free will did he swim out to sea for the love of his life he would never bereave Nay, but with sickness, an anchor in tow He kissed her and smiled so she'd always know She swam out so far, to the boundary of currents and filled up the sea with her tears in her fury She screamed 'till her lungs had shriveled in salt and broke open emotion, engaging them all. Coquina quiet in cases, in glass in their home by the sea, in their infinite past She'll love now no more for once you are bitten there's no breaking butterfly wings, it's forbidden.
Bull Rider of Day and Night Sperm of Population, Home of Insomnia Place of Yellow Cabs and Nation's NASDAQ's Business Highlife, Loud, Crime City of making it Big: When I am there I am told that you are strong, for I have seen NYPD Blue sirens everywhere, catching what might harm you or me. I see the night approach as to cover me with blindness: Yeah in my mind crime might come for me. Yet you are a Big Apple, and that apples are good for me: yet you are the Big Apple that has so much poison. Is there away for me to escape the worm that may make me sick, and bite into a better Big Apple: I feel confined like I am in a box with no way out I need my South for comfort, High Sky Scrapers with flashy lights like among Las Veges show lights, you look Bold,and are in an A class line: Tough as steel like Philadelphia's Arch, Sneaky as a King Cobra, Open Arms, Wonderful Shops, Havoc Traffic, Block Parties, Big Bridges, Little Bridges, Over Rises, Mostly clear starynites, like bling bling earrings, shine like high beams on a car. Moments of terrible Migraines of the city with too many lights. Land of many possibilities of many jobs and Famous Celebrities. Hooray!!!! Wonderful Place of Famous Baseball Teams, Snowy Winters, Homeless people Begging, Home of Greed to the Bull Rider, of Day and Night, Sperm of Population, Home of Insomnia and Place of Yellow Cabs, and Nations.
Meloncolly Baby MeloncollY Baby Homesickness threatens me what with the World Wide Web at my fingertips Eye just smurfed a place that used to be my home before the SATAN came The place looks just the same as it ever was eye used to walk those streets Eye used to live those streets and almost eye was thrown away in that place. The bricks inside that building will all decay and fill a hole of great despair The entire city needs to burn to be destroyed to get the edges of the sword Eye cannot believe the sun is still ashining on the Stalingrad's hill. The place of vengeance of the scorpions the place of the passing of my shadow the sight of places eye remember has made me loose has made me useless. Eye remember far too much comeuppances hate has ruled their daytime lives. The city built of MAN will face the Judgment of its GOD and now the sins of this one man have been forgiven him. We only live until we die. No, eye am not proud to be American or proud to have no home eye am not proud of anything that eye have done just glad to be away from that Queer City of the sun. Homesick not. Homeless in America Homeless but eye won.
Old warrior, in the bar... Sips on his small, warm beer... It's still 1943 to him... And inside he still holds fear... The world hanging on the edge, Of uncertainty.... What the future held, No one could see.... Served his country, Of that he's proud.... Seems no one any longer cares... And his fellow warriors are now, Above the cloud... Soon he'll climb those stairs... Vanishing like dinosaurs, This American-Spartan hero... Has little left to do... Ask him about World War II, He'd be glad he met you... To show interest In his sacrifices... His wounded memories... His changed life... His long dead buddies, His long dead wife... His mate long gone, He stares blindly at the TV, Dressed in the poverty he lives No one can get inside his head, Save those so long dead... He has nothing else to do Be home alone, with old address books, Of all his long dead friends, Photos meaningless, Except to him, Time has cheated him, By leaving him here In the lonely bar, so dim... Struggling to make ends, Six dollars on the bar, The past in the air, At home he never cooks, He just no longer seems to care.... Cigarette smoke in the air, A forbidden pleasure now, No one seems dare... Used to be normal, Things have changed so, But not our old warrior, He'll be the last of his kind To go... If today is his last, That's just fine with him.... His future days will be the same... The final die is cast.
I was born in pain Therefore I shall die in pain Give my followers the chance to furnish my veins Here you go father, take your semen back Ain't no question marks for how these demons act Held in open arms as I regulate trade As impossible as it seems We find ways to segregate in the shade One cotton blossom short Of the tools in which we are educated slaves So tell me How's your happy home and your white picket fence College is further education I'm still reaching out from a sanctuary scary as home A reason to care, a simple reason to hold on This common addiction varies When you lead life cold and alone I see smiles of death across a new dawn Simply because I can not share feelings Life will go on with out me Thank your savior for your blessings Before you realize what you're about to see So tell me How's your happy home and your white picket fence The closer I get to hell, the more it makes sense How's your happy home and your white picket fence
I just want to go home And start my life again Not as a grown woman But as a child with no pain I want to be with my family Who will care for me tenderly Who'll permit me to have a voice And allow me to just be me I don't want to be a grown woman Nor the responsibilities now in place I want to be able live my life freely I want to go home and try to retrace I'm clearly begging for affection Something I'm not receiving at this time Please allow me to come home again My disposition is purely sublime © Stacy Lynn Stiles
corrugated soul survivor scraping sustenance each day, insulated taxi driver sees and says..... just go away. someone's hand extends a dollar, for a jig danced on the side Can you hear them hoot and holler, as they purchase shreds of pride. Homeless when the day is finished homeless as the night descends, just another life diminished, poverty that never ends. he was once some mothers' wonder he once bounced on daddys' knee, long before his fatal blunder, he was home like you and me. now he sold his last posession, now he gave away his pride, In the mirror ,his confession....... he's not even home inside.
In their home they make me ashame they're not aware of my pain I will run,there's much to gain I don't look back & my spirit sings In my mind my legs are wings freeing me to fly to my dreams my heart is strong and pushes me on my fear is stronger & clips my wings Again I walk,my steps are slow my heart is heavey,my head hangs low return to their home I know I must As soon as I'm in the sermons begin she cannot see she's hurting me can't they see I'm gonna crack they won't let up,I can't fight back I pray for strength but I am told it well be hell I will go I have a friend, she sends for me on a bus I travel there I run to her and spread my wings far to the north I live with her We love to dance,the music loud I will try to be proud away from them I will stand begin to love who I am By the phone she does the same hurting me with words of gloom she penns her poison from the book preaching of my future doom I shed my tears not my pain she only sees the ugly me She cannot see,till it's late the man I dream I need to be They kept their hold and wouldn't let go I was wrong to have told now I know I'll never be free my soul is dark and turing cold I know I'm weak but I'm not a freak The darkess is coming bringing me peace at last I find what I seek
The tears of a million years, Create an ocean of deep emotion, The heart swollen with pain Finds each beat a strain... I toss and turn, My mind does burn... Distant railroad sounds, Disturb the night... I miss the pelting raindrops Over my old bed, Lullabies through the night, And remembrances attached to The home that is no more... How I wish I'd died there, That I know for sure Die at a home that's my home, As my family did, Not here in this forsaken forest, Alone, alone, alone, alone.... Screaming from each aching bone But fate has tricked me once again, And this is where I'll die, Alone in no-where's-ville No one to see me cry. No hand to hold, No goodbyes to whisper No last kiss upon the cheek, I go out alone, alone, alone, Alone, alone, one last groan, I die alone and feeling meek.
Iwant to die she said with a sigh i dont belong here but i dont know why to live on this earth is such a chore i dont want to be here anymore it is peaceful with no pain to live on that heavenly plain so take me home dear god i pray do not waste another day heaven is the place to be take me home dear god take me
I always felt the outsider, looking through an open door. I know I was invited, but I didn't know what was in store. Spent most my life looking out. I never let anyone look in. However, I really wanted them to. I never made true friends. There were people that I knew, with whom I would hang out. But, I remained the outsider, still possessing doubts. Because of my unstable home and not wanting them to see, my life was not one, like theirs and I never thought it to be It never was that easy, to make and keep new friends. In fact, to this very day, I will swear it never ends. These feelings of unsurety that crawl into my head still keep me from reaching out and keep my demons fed. They prey upon my open mind when I'm trying to be heard and push me back, away again, never to be cured. When I was young, emotionally scarred, I battled to be free and open up to those I knew. I was afraid of what they'd see. That home that I was coming from; drinks, fighting and abuse engraved into my very soul, I'd never win, I'd lose. As a parent, I tell my children, to open up and trust. They will see and keep true friends, for having them, a must. I hope that they will always see, though no friends come by for me, It doesn't mean that they shouldn't always trust and try to be the best of friends with many others that they think are worth while. I hope that they can keep their friends and inflict no self denial. For if they do, then I have failed in trying to teach them right. Because, by example, I'll always be, forever in a fight with all my demons that keep me from making any new friends For to this day, I still put up walls. Some message all that sends!
What's the difference between you and me? Not a lot really, just looks and personality. It wasn't your fault I was shy and reserving, But it wasn't my fault you were loud and outgoing! What was your fault was the way that you hurt me, How you bullied and picked - made me feel unworthy. Remember the time you squashed the door against my locker? Knowing I was between them, you kept pushing it harder! No one believed me when I went to them in tears, "It's all in your mind", said the Head of years. I stopped telling then, what you all did, I did well with the hurts and tears I hid. Eating lunch in the toilets, staying out of your way, I somehow made it through each day. That was until one day in year nine, The evening I came home anything but fine. Tried to slit my wrists, but I didn't want to die, Just wanted to be noticed and scream, "I wasn't telling lies!" I didn't go to school anymore after that, I stayed safely at home with Mum and my cat. Years have passed now since I saw you last, But the nightmares and torment won't stay in the past. I hope you are happy wherever you are now, I'm slowly moving on but I still think somehow, The reason I'm strong now is your fault too. You probably won't remember me.... But I'll never forget YOU!!!
When I first heard the news I didn't think it could be true The cops must have it wrong I thought You'd never do that, no of course But deep inside I knew them right You did it to give me a fright You didn't think or even care You lacked control and couldn't fair I wasn't home and you where mad You thought that life was pretty bad You didn't know just where I was So you thought you'd play control You put the petrol there to burn And the mattress for no return You lit the match and toss it down And then you ran without concern The neighour, lucky she was home Called the team to hose it down The street the cops did corner off The fire they put out and stopped I came home later on that night Walked inside and smelt the smoke Not a light could I turn on The power had been cut not long. All I could see was black dark stuff I almost felt my mind did crack I walked along into our room Had a shower by the moon. I towelled me dry and climbed in bed The tears were there, refused to shed I lay there for a long long time When sleep did come it wasn't fine. The morning dawned and I could see A black dark room was choking me. I was so weary, so alone So very worn and felt like stone When I climbed out of the bed that morn Went to the mirror black and cold I rubbed a circle in the soot And then I saw a black face look The tears they were just brimming now I'd wiped me with a black black towel And then in bed when I did climb Was full of soot and gritty grime I stood and watch that face just then I didn't know if I could bend I knew that he just wasn't well How long could I still live in hell?
Poverty and rage is all he sees in a furtive,doleful glance, and the brightly-colored lights cannot console the wretched soul of his malnourished,shivering body: bundled up in rags and visible to all the hurriendly and careless passerbys, who seem blind in their own pretense... He rejects the mournful sounds interfering with his needed sleep; and yet,he lifts his drooping head to peak around the wratful trees to assure himself that the wooden and metal shack is well-secured and safe; his numberless doubts delve deep... In the middle of a furious February, winter has failed to invite the generous sun to warm up his frosty home so run-down; an impoverished home in which he repulsed luck that could have turned his life around; his regret is an unremissible remedy: consumed by a wishful valor that ended in bitter squalor....
Set on the cracked up streets and roads, I took the long way home that night Past the strings of shuttered glass With steel blinds padlocked good and tight Beyond the walls of scabbing brick, I rambled past the church burned out, Upon the privet hedges path That twisted, curled and writhed about. Through muddied pools that glittered slick, Down to the subway dark and cold, Emerging in the febrile light From distant houses growing old. And on towards the empty school, Up the hill above the rise, Where childhood dreams suspended still As dead things left to fossilise. Down avenues with crescent views, Then to the left and to the right, To start the journey once again, I took the long way home that night.
Maybe it is Saturday, But it's Sunday in my heart, Remembering things we did, Before circumstances made us part.... I used to get up early, Cook you a huge breakfast, Bacon, eggs, home fries, All a woman could want, Turned out it wasn't me you did want, And I shriveled Forever to suffer this haunt... My teeth too crooked? My hair too thin? My manhood too small? And after where you've been? A one time junkie, Loose as an old man's tooth, Time to face, What is the truth... You took the house, The cars, the money... But worst of all, What you took, my honey, Is my time with my sons, Time forever lost, A thing that I know, That can't be replaced, At any cost, Odd, for you were the unfaithful one, I returned to my parents, What have you done? In time to see my Mom die within a month,, I wonder if God wanted me to spend that time With her, and called me home, With the following years, To keep my Dad alive, I needed him as much, As a bee a hive Many years we spent, Together as pals Mutual support so great, I never had to wait, For a hand with any task, In fact, I never had to ask..... But those days are gone, As he is too, And far too often, I find myself feeling blue, Things got rough, I nearly died, No heat, no gas, no phone, No electricity in my home No food, I often cried.... I learned alot from a winter Without heat, Sold my rights to my wife's house, For her pretty neat... One hundred dollars, and a case of Bud, An eight hundred thousand dollar Triple home was hers, And I went back to bed Cold and saddened, Wished I was dead. But that's life, We carry on... The Soup buddies now, Keep me from being gone... I've told only part of my tale, Perhaps some day the rest..... All I can say in closing, My Soup pals are the best....
Joshua Quinton was born on April 12th and he was taken from us on the 4th of June. We knew he was going to be taken, but why did it have to be so soon? Maybe it was meant to be that he be taken away, But every moment spent with him is in our memories to stay. He was strong enough to make it 7 weeks, He made it so everyone could kiss his cheeks. We held him and loved him everyday. On his 4th day home we knew it was time for him to go away. We tryed to be strong and tryed not to cry. For onhis 5th day home he was gone and we barely got to say good-bye. Our hearts are crushed, but we will try to make it through. For we love him a lot, but there was nothing we could do. He will always be in our hearts and in our prayer. We know he will be watching us from up there. We will think of him all the time. For he is our one of a kind.