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There you go again doing things that you are not suppose to be in and then you look at me like oh i'm so sweet if you only knew I can be a freak without showing it. Here they go listening to the rumors but i'm your friend so in the end I know that they are true. How could you do that with him and her and they were on the ground you were pretending to pick up gum? You need to be safe, making out with strangers girl I aint no saint but god what are you doing? I don't want to see you years from now telling me you got aids, I worry about you and I feel like your special so I even wrote about you come on look how much you mean to me. You like him I get it but how many other guys have you liked in the past. He's your only, he's a phony make sure he's not just in it for the prize because girl you never know some guys are. It's the truth and you need to listen, I don't mean to sound bossy but soon enough your name is going to be posted on all the bathrooms walls. Telling things that you haven't even done yet. But you will front about it, Lie again. Telling everyone it's happened how do we know what's real or fake. I love your personality I wish I could steal it, Your loud, and flirty, daring and smart girl you got too much heart to be showing it to everyone who wants a sip. this is for all the nasty girls out there who think I don't know what i'm saying just ask anyone of them who are dead now or are on the streets prostitiuting. Don't be afraid to be a freak it's healthy but sometimes it's better when it's secret closet freaks have more fun.
Blowing through a vast crevasse – from whirling tempest; to calming balm on wounded skin; to constant howl; to sunlit kiss, onto warm lips – I am a promise, to the girl who waits, within the cave, where no light shines; where sucking blackness and decay consumes and claws across the barren expanse that is – My inner child's mind. Little Kristin, girl of 7 (when time stopped) suspended upon a bony pillar, sits, engulfed by craggy mountain walls – The cave of sorrows. A black pit surrounds the tower, held hostage by those who would keep her silent; (protecting the illusion at all costs) she waits, bound, and as silent as the fear that creeps up the lone pillar, (coming for the light in her eyes) killing slowly, methodically, attacking light – the light that creeps through cracks; breaks through holes; breathes life into darkness – (minions of death vying to stay her shine). Her holly-hobby night gown (full of broken dreams) tattered and torn, crowns her dirty little feet. A grayed white gag, beneath soiled cheeks – (like apples, they used to say) blackened by yesterday, save for the dappled light that shines, from green eyes – just a glimpse… then gone. A tiny flame flickers, within small hands – (holding what was stolen) keeping the beasts at bay... (lighting a Mother's way) They say I was everything to the one in the photographs – The light giver. Light taken, and given. Her battery drained, (strength offered to the shining moon) then gone. Permanently erased. Eradicated, liberated (grace or fear?) Strength was my gift born from her weakness - my birthright, and soul's mantra. My soul was God's gift - my strength, was her gift – I am battery doubled. No more am I dirty black holes hiding in shadow, For I am wind… I am nowhere, And everywhere. I am past, present and future. My soul is freedom blowing through the cracks left by the black maker (innocence taker); into my darkest depths; holding the little girl (lost, no more) – kissing her face; drying her tears; leaving the cave - carrying my child home. Together we light the ancient halls, Where I am the light maker now. Winding my way from heaven to ground; kissing the nose's of my five reasons found – My soul is wind from the heaven's, unbound, and these are the gifts that my soul resounds. Amen.
LOVELORN Saw a friend of mine the other day He wasn't in the mood to play His face was sad his mood was low I asked what made him worry so "Well I'm in love " the guy told me "I met this babe--she's fine to see! Her face is perfect legs are great Her eyes are blue her hair in braids When she crossed those endless legs she dared me to sit up and beg I watched her sit down by the door And knew I wanted no one more" "And have you told her?" I had to know "I call her every day or so But she plays coy and stays so cool It makes me feel like such a fool!" "What other tactics have you tried?" "I sent some daisies" he replied. "We watched a movie, went to eat And oh that girl is really sweet! I would give her anything!" "Will you buy this girl a ring?" "Of course not, she's as poor as dirt" Buffed the cufflink of his shirt "Just want to play a little while won't let a waitress cramp my style" Left him sitting in the park I hope that chick will break his heart
Tell me of your peace. Let it tell your story now Of trials and tribulations, a tale not of dreams Weary from a journey of self-discovery My child, know the comfort in your peace You feel hope in this familiar place As it gently sloughs the pain away Tell me of your peace In which we all are blessed and free Search throughout your soul sweet child Peer not within your cluttered mind Look out to rest your tired eyes but do not let them see Solace found strewn upon daily thoughts is fleeting at it's best Lasting merely moments, in untouched souls a true peace Oh yes! You'll know when you arrive but only you will know The world will melt away as a candle left under the blazing sun Away away, until you feel home again, an unguided familiar scene An innocence once lost is restored, all sins suddenly forgiven Soaking this in with relucant ease, Breathe it deep with a slow release Take it in, delight in details you discover Be calm here child, please have no fear, I am here You are safe in this place of yours, no hurt no tears We share not the same peace, no no Unique to each of us, yet stranger to none Trust in more than what you see, know beauty is within reach We share this unspoken bond of freedom from ourselves Please young one, listen closer now I say, leave it all behind you love, it will only weigh you down Cleanse yourself of careless words and careful lies I know you're weary, let go of all you carry Don't be afraid, here you are burden free Trust in you, blessed one, it's easier than you believe Sweet child, tell me now if you see Peace resting deep within Waiting for you For you to let it be
I bare myself, to take a better view I wonder if I can recall her name Is she the girl that yesterday once knew? Familiar face, I see, but what remains Of silken slender curves, is not the same... And while I take a deeper look at you, I frown and recognize a scar or two Then sigh, and long to see a flickering Of tender years within the mirror's hue But then, I'm not too bad, considering... I stare at her, and see beneath her brow The child-like girl who fought against the tide Would I go back in time, again, somehow? Erase each wound, along with all the pride? I think it best to see the brighter side My years have earned the badges of my scars I know much more of beauty, now by far, I come with life's experience and quest I smile, again, to see the girl you are Well,.... not so bad, considering what's left Inspired by Cyndi's Contest: "Birthday Suit"
I grieve a life that can't exist for things that could not be of cherished plans that upped and left of a girl no longer me I grieve my dreams that slumber on that I can not wake from sleep and as another does drift away for it's emptiness I weep I mourn the loss of who I was of possibilities and more and wave farewell to a life not had as she walks out through the door I sit and ache for what is not for the girl that can't be me of things that only might have been for the she that can not be. Brian Strand's contest 'A first 50 posting' (July 2011) 1st place
I have enough time Yes 'cause love's alive and baby in its prime Oh it is just like Success ain't fun and games but for the saint's life Yeah he'll pray but maybe Hell'll hit Faithfully turn off the safety Baby Cupid shoots shells with hollow tips He'll lose an eye and they'll think he's crazy so We'll say it gave him a gift Baby the trait of a certifiable kiss Girl I see you have more than usual Yeah even before you visualize the visible With a noble temper, mature and golden in a A higher temperature than a crucible's molten innards But there's a secret to your strategy And it's a tragedy 'cause darling you had to be So naturally keen at dodging me And it's a line of defense And girl you make a fence So girl I take offense Oh I know it's cliché but yeah they say that great men make it in- To places few others who even do take the risk've ever been But the only one in my blood that That doesn't shine like the sun it It naturally has to be the one where I refuse to call it a pun when I call you up to call you the one, there's A secret to your strategy And it's a tragedy 'cause darling you had to be So naturally keen at dodging me And it's a line of defense And girl you make a fence Hence I take offense Oh to ward off Hell to reach towards Heaven You play the chords You make me insane but maybe I'll give you your credit Oh to ward off Hell to reach towards Heaven You play the chords You make me insane but baby I'll give you your credit
I will bleed girl I will bleed. The sharpest glint of silver lies upon my wrist. You must read girl you must read. Feel the words that beat the heart within my chest. I am dead girl I am dead. The question answered with the softly whispered yes. I am read girl I am read. The words contrast upon the page forever dressed.
A restless girl in a pink bedroom Scans the implacable ceiling, Or buries her face in a book To subdue the hurting feeling. And the days fall flat as roadkill, Grind on and cool their heels In minutes and hours of deadlock, Like rusted cogs and wheels. Childhood sneaks to closure, And nothing does no good On the border between confusion And the bloom to womanhood. In the tangle of ebony hair Lank and listless on the sheet, And the summer-kiss tan of her skin Lie the sorrowful signs of defeat. She could cry for the ending of times Rose-tinted with visions of love, Now a restless girl in a pink bedroom Sighs and stares at the ceiling above.
She's split amongst the two One a girl unheard of, Few see little from Who gawks at the slivered moon through blotchy eyes, Welled up tears as big as moon pies The other a girl who holds up her fibs Conjurring by magic, A cloak to mask the lies Who catches tears before they slip Neither bangs or pursed lips Can hide the sadness in her eyes Both are placed with broken wings She pulls her head together and flies ME; this one note she sings
Mirror, Mirror, why are you so cruel, Why do you reflect such a figure, So sad and insecure. Mirror, Mirror, what do you need? What can I do, to make you happy? Sweet girl in the mirror, who reaches towards me, reaches out to touch me, but our fingers never meet. You smile when I smile, But I can see right through, I know your pain pretty girl, because I feel it too. Girl in the mirror, what makes you so sad? what drives your anger? and makes you so mad? Sweet girl in the mirror, how well you know me, I'm sorry that you will never know, what its like to be free.
You see my face and you see my expression but you don't know the real me that i'm protecting. You don't know that behind these eyes that a little girl cries every night, you don't know the half so why are you desperately trying to label me with some brand that I would never wear. If you'd look a little deeper into these pearly browns you know that I am not just a cover you have to take time to read the book to really know me. You can't just skim the back or listen to what other people say because yeah I might be talked about but unless you dip into the pudding you will never truly know why. Maybe if you looked a little deeper you'd see someone trying to keep up in a endless race. I keep on moving but it's never any good I guess I underestimate myself or maybe I just need someone to give me courage. I see the surprised look on your face and all I can do is laugh, I bet you didn't think that I had so much depth, I better you never realized. So even if it's not me your interested in, please let me teach you one lesson. You can see some much more behind the eyes of a girl than the cloud of makeup hiding her face. In a girls eyes you can see her insides, her deepest fears, her insecurities. Behind these eyes is the magical side, and if you can look into them first then I know that your confident and well worth the struggle.
Let the Deicide commence. You're a voyeur at best! Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest! And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence, And for you there is no forgiveness, On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies; The father of lies. I will never be enslaved in your superiority The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies. Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be Apollo and I will share our dreams, and you will be forced to see your failure! I know who you are... Readily the first to present your scars Chained by some despot or mental czar An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate! ...And you see me suffering Not caring of any casualties Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways Solipsist - Is there no one you can see? Even if she was presented burning? Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe? Even if Sophia was screaming? Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me Imprisoned in your own personal reality
I just wanted to let you know That I have this love for you... Although I'm not fast to show For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do And I can't control this love No matter what I try to do... While I know our lives are separating Which has got me pretty blue I just want you to know How much I love you... Because I was blinded by shyness And now my heart's feeling rugged So this here's An Ode To My Beloved Oh how I still see you every night in my mind You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find And when my eyes would fall upon your smile My heart would be put on trial And so if nothing else, I want to let you know That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat For you, won't ever slow... Because I was blinded by shyness And now my heart's feeling rugged So this here's An Ode To My Beloved So I wish you happiness beyond compare And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare Caring, passionate, smart, and loving From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving You will always be in my heart No matter where we go, how far we drift apart... Goodbye My Love...
My love of poetry started when I was still a five- year old child When my parents asked me to memorize verses and rhymes With all my feelings and actions, I recited my poems in front of a crowd Innocently receiving adulations but not a handful of dime The first piece I memorized was entitled, "Cradle Hymn" I was a small girl sent in a poem competition, so naïve When I've grown up , I realized it's a song lyric with Christmas theme So, I sang it and started to develop my good voice quite a bit When I was a teenager, I memorized speech and declamation pieces My teacher sent me in a poem contest for a campaign against drug addiction I tried to deliver my piece like a candidate for a star award actress Acting like a drug addict teenage girl longing for parents' love and attention As years went by, I turned out to be quite a flirty lady With puppy love and sweet crushes to some guys around me When one of them got me, so happy until I forgot all about reciting poetry Relationship went long but when we broke up, it created another life's story All my heart brokenness has turned me out to be a poem writer I also wrote few poems for my family, dreams and for close friends' requests My passion of poetry blazed and turned out to be greater When I found a writing spot, motivated and inspired by my friends-the great poets Feb. 6, 2013 First Place Contest: Who What Where Judged: 4/23/2013 Sponsor: Poet Carol Sunshine Brown
I contemplate in solitude, Not one false comfort gathered round; Away from all that's harsh and rude, I contemplate in solitude. Enthralled, I sit in lassitude, Though fettered hopes have pressed around; I contemplate in solitude, Not one false comfort gathered round. From the painting, "Solitude," (Above) by Lord Frederick Leighton. (Also Second image down in link.) http://proverbs14verse1.blogspot.com/2008/04/tearing-down-our-homes.html
A thorough yield On a farm field of far east It took me time to realize How far I am to my far east of coast Call of my weather Call of my winds I sailed further and farther To my naked coasts Naive songs, Nimble rains Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds Reaching this far I kissed my earth Ground of my grief Glory of my ghosts Glad is those leaves However scanty they are Cast is my shadows No longer they hide My colors and my figures They cast numbers on stars Measure their light Scope my winters Scale my summers Scanty my rains Scuttle I wish my springs Now let me see my greens Their leveling heights Their leafy gaze Their spiderly gesture Their primordial texture Now let me be slow In company of my greens #Poem by +Gokul Alex
You're a 3AM Wake up call With another sob story About the latest boy Who pumped you Then dumped you And left you In a sweaty lonely pile Upon another Empty bed And you cry Baby girl tears All over my phone And you wonder why handsome Boys With shining white teeth With full heads of curly black hair With six-pack stomachs And tight muscular Rear ends Can not be more like Mature Older Men "Just like you," Baby girl says "Just like you." And you cry Baby girl tears All over my phone And you wonder why reckless Boys Who party all night Who down countless vodka shots Who shout "muthafukka," "dude," "beotch," And other raucous Victory chants Can not be more like Mature Older Men "Just like you," Baby girl says "Just like you." You want me to empathize You want me to criticize The nasty boys Who took you for another Cruel and pointless ride You want me to father you In a way he never did But I'm sorry Baby girl I'm sorry I can't Because I admire and envy those Boys In the prime of their life Not yet defeated Not yet haunted Not yet beaten By the disappointments that Await They are a national treasure A precious resource From the exuberant crude shouts of Irrational wild boys Come the builders of shelter The providers of sustenance The conquerors of enemies The explorers of frontiers From the exuberant crude shouts of Irrational boys Come the daring adventurers The first one into the burning house The last one out of the burning house The one still standing when everybody else Fled From the insatiable loins of such Irrational wild boys Come the fierce wild girls Who dance insanely upon tables Who run naked through the streets Who make love without limits In open fields Upon damp grass All through the night From the insatiable loins of such Irrational wild boys Come the fierce wild girls Who cat-fight for their lover Who kill for their children Who wail passionately for their dead From such boys Baby girl From such boys You were born into the world My crazy baby girl You were born into the world Like father, like daughter And if I could be that young wild boy Again The one that you hate And love In such a maniacal way It would be an honor to be with you An honor to hold you An honor to love you Until my dying day.
I wake on the sand Right near the beach You have yet to awake Far out of reach And Daybreak has arrived A beauty unlike any other Comparable only to us, girl And how we love each other So I gaze up alone Marveling up at the sky The warmth of the sun Drying my eyes I'm reflecting on us Oh how each other we trust I'm just so happy we're together And I think to myself, Just as this sun, we'll last forever Then returning to be with you I lay again now Place my hand gently On your warm tender shoulder While I think of our lives today, love And how they'll be when we're older... I know there'd be no other way So "I Love You" I make sure I say To you, each and everyday
She's the little girl with pigtails, who sits quietly at her desk. Whose eyes lift to meet no one, whose clothing is always a mess. He's the little boy on the playground, whose strays alone without a friend. Whose countless cuts and bruises, are too deep for those to mend. She's the little girl in the lunch line, who stares at classmates having fun. Her mouth never forms a smile, her long sleeves cover what's been done. He's the little boy, who lashes out in anger, as his classmates stop and stare, in wonder at the skeptical, of a little boy who seldom had a word to share. She's the little girl who recites excuses, for every injury her tiny body may bear. A rehearsed story told so perfectly, no one notices the blankness within her stare. He's the little boy who startles so easily, and jumps at the loudest sound. A little boy covered in shades of blue, inflicted by an abuser his fate is bound. She's the little girl with pigtails, she sits alone, without a friend to tend, a black tinted heart of abusiveness, hidden injuries never to mend. They were the little boy and girl in the classroom, who sat quietly alone, concealing the crime, of living a life-time at the hands of an abuser, who raised their hands of abuse one last time.
Give me drink, rest, and solitude-- these are all the things I long for. Give me as well your finest food and I'll ask of you, lass, no more! My bonnie lass, what's the matter-- why are you all sorry and alone? Don't be sad because you're fatter than most, lass, for love loves its own. Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret. If I were a young lad again, I'd pursue you without regret! But as I am three-score and ten years old, indeed, I can never be the youthful lad you most need. But your pain won't be for ever: for your heart will refuse to bleed.
Written August 21, 2013 There's a girl in the garden She's messing with your rose bed Plucking weeds out from your head And watering the seeds in your bed But where will she wander When the roses are dead Will she come back for more When they turn back to red She can run all alone Write this story in stone On concrete slabs Of skin and bone
I know you. Candles lit, incense fuming, You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough. Blankets thrown about the room So recklessly, they refold themselves. And we roll down a hill together, Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes, Laughing with our hearts. "You'll just leave me for the next girl you find." "Yes," I say. Because only Nothing Lasts forever. And it spills through the cracks in your hands The moment you grasp it. Like water from a stone. She bites my neck Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails Spilling into me, fighting my words. "I leave when the sun sets."
People were Many things. Strange or not People were Different and Odd and fun. People were Monsters but… That's not all People were And still are Strange and odd. People are People. For life is life. Yet not. Not is lies. Truth seeps from Every mouth Lies, lies, lies Move, move, move But somehow Lies prevail. Lies are life. Lies are death. Lies are homes. Lies are pain. Lies are truth. Yet somehow. Truth prevails. Truth is life. Truth is death. Truth is home. Truth is pain. Truth is lie. Truth is that. Lies will die. Lies will cease. Nevermore. Truth will live. Truth will be. Forever.
I lay sleeping with eyes wide open, I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning, I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about. I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind, I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open. Seeing the dark change from dark to black. There is no moon, there is no sky just purple strokes of paint in the sky. Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes. Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind. The smell of childhood dreams, that as an adult never came true. Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open. Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you. Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying. Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light. Your lamplight turned down low, as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber. Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights, wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes. Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds and awake life to a new dawn. She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night. When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning. Life climbs over yellow mountains, and meets her fellow compainion a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego as I sleep there with my eyes wide open. As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me, and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn at the first sweet smells of dawn, I can see life go on with the handsome man and I blind and wanting to go to bed. I dream of dreams that have no meaning Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions tare me down and I am confused on which way to go. Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake as life slaps me across my broad cheek? Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand and regain my vision of the world, Start to sleep with dreams that make sense and dreams that are made of gold and have no end? Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings I would love that, and I would love to walk with life, but she is out of my leauge. And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping. So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down. I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open. I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning. I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains and lay beside me. I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage what is left of my spirit at hand.
Her smile always greets me As I close my eyes each night The love in her voice is comforting With passion, she's burning so bright A sparkle in her eyes And a fire in her heart Let's spend together our lives Couldn't stand To Be Apart To Be Apart would destroy me Reduce me to the tears Without her right beside me All throughout the years I don't know what I'd do If I ever had to restart And oh how much I'd lose If we were To Be Apart The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen With every desirable too She was everything to me When we're apart, oh what will I do?
Mirror mirror on the wall who do you see looking back at you? I would say to tell the truth but what is the truth really? As you look into my eyes can you honestly say you'd answer back sincerely? And just from a reflection, a mere image can you eat it up and digest the real me? I guess I'm asking way too many questions maybe I should start first. When I look into the mirror I see thunderstorms, I see troops running in dirt trying to make their way home. I see this girl in the mirror and who see's a cracked reflection. Lines going up and down like lighting in the sky. People tell her she's a dime piece but damaged goods she feels like inside. But she still can't figure out why she feels incomplete. Often times she feels obsolete just like empty milk cartons. In this mirror she gets images of herself chasing rainbows and butterflies in empty feilds. And instead of being barefoot she runs in heels. The real her, you'd have to dig down deep for because she conceals it. Almost like little kids burying treasures in the ground for safe keeping. If you find the door please turn it like a faucet and let her leak into you. All her life she's been searching for someone to seep into. Someone willing to soak up all her essense for like a sponge. The girl in the mirror is still searching....
Let me breathe,let me step on this earth to see the wonderful world of god. More than that,grant me the wish to be in your arms. Do not let the love,which brought both of u together become a curse to me ,which makes me pay a hefty price-i.e. my life. Kindly do not build me a grave even before I am born and do not flush me like waste for being a girl child. Is being born as girl such a crime to you are punishing me with death?. please do not fill your heart with venom instead of love. I promise to be a good daughter, take care of you always, be there for you through thick and thin, make you proud and laugh. do not crush my little heart which loves you, do not break my hands,which craves to hug u. I am a bundle of happiness not a burden. Is it too much to ask for a chance to live and love you? yes I am girl child,it does not make me less human. Just let me have my chance of living and do not pluck the bud even before it blossoms. [This poem reflects about the most dangerous crime -female foeticide.I hope this kiling stops forever and girl child is embraced .]
Her Face was perfection, Still see it everywhere The beauty in her eyes, Please forgive my stare Though to confess my love, Oh no, I wouldn't dare... So I'll just keep thinking of her, But it's just not fair Her Face won't go away, So engrained in my mind This girl was different, Unlike any other I'll ever find Oh how the two of us, How our lives could've aligned... So now, to everyone else, My heart is blind But she'll never know, Just what I would've done to be with her! That I'd gladly travel through time and space Just to appreciate her beauty, And wake next to Her Face Her Face comforts me, Holds me tight and dear Takes me to another world, A new frontier I'm dreaming where she loves me so much, That part is clear... But as I awake, Just shed another tear Her Face and her love, I won't ever forget Lust for her will remain, Lips will get wet I'll be reminded of her, At each days sunset... And I'll remember everything, From the first day we met But she'll never know, Just what I would've done to be with her! That I'd gladly travel through time and space Just to appreciate her beauty, And wake next to Her Face Her Face is the sunshine, A universal light With it's soul and it's passion, It was quite a sight Oh how just to see her, Brought me such delight... But here I am all alone now, Another late night Her Face will surely lift someone up, With unconditional love So what will come of me, Can I rise above? Without Her Face, I'm unsure thereof... Because see, out of my mind, to her, I'll never shove And she'll never know, Just what I would've done to be with her! That I'd gladly travel through time and space Just to appreciate her beauty, And wake next to Her Face Her Face, I see it every night, In my dreams Where everything will all align, Oh how it seems We're walking together... Hands together, Along the forests blue streams Her Face ignited feelings, Things I've never before felt Just got to play the hand, The cruel hand I was dealt I will always have my writing, To continue to dwell... On a lost love to whom one day, I would've knelt
As twilight now comes, we view a fair maiden, flushed by the fire, in the hush of the room after spending her day, where the heather was strewn The stroke of the brush, shows a blush on her cheeks She's enthralled by the flame, while a red setting sun, says a farewell to the day, while she sits in her chair as the light dwindles down As she sits by the fire, while she waits for her tea There is smoke in the breeze, and a whippoorwill song There is dusk on the meadow, and dew on the hill as the moonlight enhances the old window sill She sits and reflects, in the warm amber glow As the evening is fading, and the fire burns low With Tabby, her cat, her one faithful friend, Who sits in her lap, and purrs soft and slow She will muse for awhile, dream of a far distant lands She will dream of true love, as the brush strokes will blend She will imagine her mate in the red fire's flame while the stroke of the artist, will take us along Transported by art, transported in rhyme We are swooned by the paint, and the thoughts that have bloomed that capture this girl in the room. ________________________________________________________ For Isaiah's Contest: Briton Riviere Based on his painting :........"Fire-Fancies" http://www.ebay.com/itm/Fire-Fancies-Briton-Riviere-Repro-oil-painting-/160376412482
In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. "Come on now, sweetheart. Don't lower your head. Don't look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don't go back into your bedroom. Don't lock the door! Why are you doing this?" my brain will plea. I can't help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don't have to worry about anyone but myself. I don't have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. But I would like to… I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man's hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain. And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally finally finally know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.
Face book Come home from work See my girlfriend crying She can't get on face book And whole day she trying Well I try to fix the computer To get she on the internet The girl cries so much Two handkerchiefs soaking wet What's up with face book? Sending this girl crazy Chatting with Amanda whole day And now she gets so lazy So I call her mother To complain bout she daughter She said she call back later Julie on the computer So went to her father And said she don't cook no more She on face book since morning Till I come home at four He call me out side He hiding from his wife He said leave face book alone That is part of them women's life The stove not light for the day All it has is bread and cheese She says darling I'm hungry Go order some Chinese This face book and women Is a bad combination It causing problems in homes All across the nation A woman updating she profile From almost all about When she quarrel with her husband She leaving that part out hannah taking out pix for face book She runs out of lipstick She takes two buses and a taxi Telling the driver to do quick So I call president Obama Tell him face book causing hell He said boy shut your mouth He wants no problem from Michelle Now face book is ok To meet family old and new But do they have to post Every little thing they do A man post he on vacation On the beach in Tobago While he home in couva But nobody don't know I try to organize some friends To protest against face book When I gone them on the computer These men already hook So I have to stay quiet Because my girlfriend very sweet I pick up the phone and said Darling what you want to eat
In a room filled with a solitary red hue The bourgeois spins a wheel With no destination, nor need She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice But she does not see - the rien I see The monster approaching her empty dreams Spinning still - she does not know The insomniac rose will begin to grow The thorn of clandestine and ebony Ostracized for he began to realize What lies in nonsense is decadence Which sparks interest Who's lover is a dadaist But his story is over now As Seth lead the way A poet dies in dismay The thorn as she spun penetrated A distraction and a lack of action She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation Of crass, rebellious - ways The thought laid it's seed In her Gaulish mind it breeds She has no other need and no regrets So she proceeds and the smile lets With full intention and desire Caring none of her fate that will transpire She presses her finger on the thorn So now she bleeds knowingly she did not recede
What is this? This way I feel? I've never felt before A desire for a love to heal A heart so cold and sore Out with the old And in with the new To my past love, I never told But I'm happy at the chance to meet you Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming In my heart, so many feelings assembling So much beauty in so many faces Spread across the world, in a million different places I want someone to hold dear by my side Each and every night To be there when I want to hide And tell me everything's alright Meet someone with their heart so open, their eyes so wide Who reminds me of the one I lost To pick up the pieces, while to my life revive And breathe love's warm fires on a heart of frost She's out there somewhere, thinking of me As I am of her Just a blank face in our minds For which our hearts slowly burn Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming In my heart, so many feelings assembling So much beauty in so many faces Spread across the world, in a million different places And my past love will do the same Meet someone kind, and new Know he'll grow to love her name Just as I did, and still do What will come of them, I'll wonder Pray she finds happiness beyond compare Under the sun, rain, and thunder But to share these feelings with my new love, I wouldn't dare Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming In my heart, so many feelings assembling So much beauty in so many faces Spread across the world, in a million different places
A rewrite of the previous,,after reading it again the one before this,,, I felt it was sending the wrong message,,,,,,at first to me it was what I wanted to say about my make believe sister,,,,,,only that the lines I wrote, could be mis-construed to another meaning. She is a dream girl, sibling, I never had. Not to sexy, or even beautiful to see, She is not exactly good or even bad. She is just my fantasy, designed for me. Not to sexy, or even beautiful to see, She is mostly happy, hardly ever sad. She is just my fantasy, designed for me. She has no mother, not even a dad. She is mostly happy, hardly ever sad. Impossible you say, this could never be, She has no mother, not even a dad. A dream girl as my sister, oh gee. Impossible you say; this could never be. Though it is true, she is my abnormal fad. A dream girl as my sister, oh gee. What I always wanted, since I was a lad, Though it is true, she is my abnormal fad. She is not exactly good or even bad. What I always wanted, since I was a lad, She is a dream girl, sibling, I never had. By Cecil Hickman Written for Sponsor Paula Swanson Contest Name Pantoum
41, Sleep's enemy is the racing mind. The girl gets caught in judging Viewing kaleidoscope unkind He's better She's an idiot I'm furious They are malicious All vicious Up throughout the night The girl keeps pain cycling Love suppressed by might. Who's tortured: not idiot or false friend. The girl becomes a zealot With no peace to make it end.
I knew a girl once She played the victim very well Let you know how much her life sucked How it's a living hell I knew a girl once She pushed all this guys buttons very well Let him know how much pain she had It made him feel not so swell I knew a girl once She blamed all her problems on life Never once admitting That she was the cause of her strife I knew a girl once She never grew up and chose to live in her fantasy world The man in her life finally grew up And the woman remained a little girl I knew this girl And maybe you do too Just don't be conned into feeling sorry for her For she has put this "pain" on herself and you
be still my heart just hush ill get rid of this big bad crush if only you knew how much i care the kind of love i have for you is rare you dont even know my hearts on fire and that your the one that i desire i dream of kissing your lips but when i wake away you slip be still my heart just hush ill get rid of thei big bad crush i wish i could tell you how i feel then your touch i wouldnt have to steal you would be mine with our hearts and body intertwined i wouldnt have to dream and i could be with you always i wouldnt have to scheme this secret is hard to keep into my heart its etched deep
What if the tables had been turned... And it was her, looking at me Seeing what the eyes can't believe And what the heart can't embrace I'm looking into sorrow's face The sadness wraps itself around her Like a blanket of grey fog A face so pale, so ashen and cold as a winter's day Betrayed and abandoned by her youth The girl she used to be....why can't I find a trace? A youth taken away by choices, By circumstance, by life experiences By things that I cannot know My memory of her has been stolen away In this unexpected, brief encounter I swallow tears in my grief, as I mourn the vision That had been tucked away in my heart for so long Is it regret, or is it a guilt I cannot name? A friendship born in childhood, so young, so carefree She, with bright eyes, and blond hair that curled Around her high cheeks and rosy smile She was the one who shined so brightly, Who's charm, who's gay laughter I had so admired A childhood where we danced together in sweet grass under sunny skies Where is the innocence, the radiance? No longer there, not even a glimpse of the girl I knew Oh, how I weep inside Now, here, this meeting by chance After years that had taken us to seperate worlds In my mind, and in my dreams, she had always been The fair maiden, the one who had held my hand Two little girls who made promises Who sat in the dark, under a summertime sky By the light of the moon and wished upon the stars. The stars now gone from her sad eyes, the look of weary miles Now fill the void ......as one more time..... we say our goodbye. What if the tables were turned And it was her, looking at me..... ...................................................................................................... In honor of Desiree's Contest "What If"
I've eaten the chocolates you brought last night in the box that was prettier then the taste of the candy oh… forgive me, I don't mean to sound ungrateful but... I'm not that kind of girl you know one who is bribed by roses and Whitmans nor... am I likely to fall for fluid practiced lines meant to make a girl swoon and fall in love for a careless hour of your time with your hungry, shallow anticipations… of removing my pearls and chemise you know… the one who waits with excited expectations for your silvery seductions... just yearning to be seduced by your lover boy's touch or … for a midnight tryst that ends before it even begins oh yes... I see your majolica, opaque heart It reveals the opacity of your dull mind nay,... you interest me not my heart rises to the golden boy the one who laughs with his eyes and... he really does see me with his heart the one who listens- who knows the color of my eyes he spends $1 on my favorite kind of licorice not… $20 for a meaningless box of chocolates or… roses meant only to impress he's the one who learns quickly he really wants to know things about me those little endearments… you know... like what my middle and last names are he knows and sees what I have to offer it will be appreciated by a true heart for I am not an empty headed young, seductress waiting... to sweep you off your feet with empty lines and ploys no... I am not that she who expects fancy gifts unloading your checkbook of it's contents putting out her soul for sale no... I'm not some plastic Tinker toy you put together and then pull apart so… I think I'll just wait until he comes along If not… when I'm alone I'm happy the smell of the dogwood their fragrance in the breeze I'm okay with just being me
Her Cheekbones, smooth as pebbles Grasped tightly in his sexed up hand, sweating indelicately Resembling that night the thoughts between the sheets were conceived Weighing like soaked white carpets Beneath flea market stands She Is Beautiful, she is beautiful Belladonna, noxious Dusty eyes and wavy hair Neruda book shoveled away somewhere deep Inside her closet full of chewed up bones Illumination, dying in Latin never seemed like A juxtaposition before the closing of the soul At least his eyes are a Cambridge blue Jazz muted in Mortality sings on dangling participles leaking out From the saxophone What is that worth? Thick waist, hourglass coke-a-cola Mama-sita, mira mira Lolita-like N.Y.M.P.H.O.ed up eyelashes Coating tears with manufactured glob Somebody put in a bottle The higher your skirt the more your face value Goes up, up, up pass the mystery between monogyny and the thighs Right between the slit ice Like Mmmm, and he slides past the first three bases Oooh Girl you look so good in those Six Inch Heels What is it worth, to throw away your Worth For a toaster oven and a washed up guy sitting on your back porch Scratching his head waiting to be given a pardon for his misdeeds While American Media stole him away And blamed it on the graffiti on the Church Walls when it was really Hipshot for the Hip-Hop , This shameless act of cytotoxicity when it was really The Devil trying to slow dance with the pretty girl behind the stage Eyes that lie time after time and are almond shaped but see no further Then 6 feet deep and a saxe blue sky Baby girl, on auction in the club (Going once, going twice, it's okay we'll sell her half price!) Like a slave, a sycophant child to some sick twisted game Dancing in the Matrix style of killing the clock Biting off the hands, to chew them up, spit them out To pretend like the world isn't ending over our heads Seven kids, bloated waist, waitress fingers and lips Smile, Misfortune dotes on you, Lucky One What are you going to do when your looks run out? Heyyy girl, what's your face value?
Her name is Mary not Virgin Mary or the girl with the dragon tattoo it's Mary the girl with a curl when she is good she is too good when she is bad she is too bad in her teen years she dated Wild Bill and tried almost everything jail drugs and orgies but in her twenties she married the other Bill the guy from the hedge fund who smells CK and wears only Armani suits and now she lives in a mansion in suburbs and has two beautiful kids Her name is Mary The girl with a curl when she is bad she is too bad when she is good she looks like a saint...
SHE RAN AWAY WITH THE CIRCUS The neighbor's daughter ran away Gwen is gone .....her brothers say When the circus left the town She was nowhere to be found I heard them whisper –all the biddies While they tended little kiddies… …..With the circus..... Did you know it? How that mousey girl could blow it! Throw away her farm girl life Plans to be a farm boy's wife . Who would want to see a city Drink excitement with the witty-- Who would want to fly the coop Jump the jump and hop the hoop? Oh-- those biddies dream their nights Of Gwen-stolen guy in tights How he grabs that sly trapeze Sails the tent with cat-stealth ease. Me--I wish that girl the best Hope she's happy and the rest Wish I had the guts to run Find out what is west of sun But I'd rather read about it Let the others scream and shout it When I think about her daring I envy her for not despairing May her dearest prayers come true And her skies flash starlight blue Hope the circus shapes her life Wilder than a cardboard wife. Victoria Anderson-Throop 09/13/2012
Looking at the window glass the reflection began to appear Ever slowly I could see the looking girl was me Behind me in a long long line others began to show Each one awaiting for their turn to see what they could see I took my time and really looked and saw a second me Now this one's who I really am not who I used to be The first one's light was fading fast gone before the looking glass I grabbed the girl and pulled her through she's who I want to be There's love and peace etched in her face The old one's gone she's been replaced to look no more into the glass I've found my life it's here at last
you were there and so was i you in youre world and me in mine yet somehow we werent there at all and our worlds were just to small together we would unite leaving our old worlds behind creating a new worlds together one that we would share forever and ever now here we are as we have and always will be in a world that we created for only you and me no longer in our own worlds but in our dream world
Trinidad girls Meet a girl in Trinidad She like to eat plenty pepper But if you see the girl She sweet like sugar She likes to sing And she can dance for so She likes to go shopping Gulf city and San Fernando And she has a lot of respect The girl is pure class She says good morning To every one she past She likes to make chow With half ripe mangos And every Sundays with her mother To the movies they always go I seen a lot of girls in America From the east coast to the west But I have to tell you Those Trinidad girls are the best The Mexican girls are to feisty Some does cuss for so When ever they look at me I just bend my head and go The American girls are pretty Drive around in their fancy cars And almost all of them Looks like famous movie stars But some girls live in McDonalds Them complains how they're over weight So they orders a diet coke But the same food on their plate The girls them from England They are a little to cold It will take a really hot fire To try and warm their soul There are some nice ones You will find them in a bunch Walking down London Eating fish and chips for lunch But I am a true trini Like my roti and tomato I like the old fashion girls From Trinidad and Tobago A girl picks cloths from the line Fold and packs in a heap Clean the front and back yard Them go and take asleep She boy friend don't have much money But he treats her very kind In the evening they goes to naz cuisine And have a very good time Some girls are down to earth Don't like the glam and fame That's the kind of girl I want to carry my last name Please don't get me wrong Girls are beautiful all over the world But some thing about them Trinidad girls Is like mystery waiting to unfold
Trees are falling down in my world. The sun has gone down and it's not hot anymore. The season is winter. I find more and more that the dark side is speaking to me in tongues. She wants me to be bad and lean over to her. I am in a tug of war match. But I don't want to be. I run screaming into the church to forgive me for I have sinned. I ask them to wash away my unpure thoughts. But than I remember that were all human. I am allowed to make a mistake. I leave a paper trail of my regrets and I detest littering. I am hopelessly in love. I am hopelessly in lust. But the bottom and the top of my heart belongs to the one that I have fallen for. She owns my heart. She owns my eyes. She has the ability to make me cry. The daggers she throws I deserve them I know. So I take them as punishment for my lustful thoughts. Home is where the heart is and my heart is with her. She will never realize how sorry I truly am. In these last couple of months I have devoured her trust. I never realized how big of a part I would play in destroying us. "I will never hurt you" people say that and that's the biggest lie. We hurt unconsciously. We hurt without even meaning to. We leave little stab wounds every so often. We run off and leave each other bleeding everyday. People are not afraid to hurt their afraid of the outcome. Death, loneliness, prosecution. People will lie in love until the world is ending. I sincerely meant it when I said I never thought I'd hurt her. When I told her that I would be different. I will never say those words to anyone again. I won't promise that I won't do it again. After all humans were created from eve's great mistake. I craved the apple but I never did taste. I looked in the mirror and I barely recognize my own face. This girl I see she said many things.... She didn't keep up with the many promises she made. But this girl she is still learning the rules to this game. She sucked at life just like she sucked at chess. At the age of twenty and three she is not done growing yet.
Can somebody please explain to me? Why is it that she hates what she sees? A seemingly perfect life She is forced to hide behind a smile Scared to face the truth With a glance in the mirror, she doesn't recognize her own reflection A young girl's view so distorted she feels so lost Terrified to disappoint, she forces herself to smile The girl trapped inside, so desperate to break free And with every passing moment, the beauty inside begins to fade It fades further and further away She has lost herself So desperate to belong, yet she is unable to move on Unaware of the damage she has caused, she lives in a dream She is trapped in the fog She continues to live her seemingly perfect life Never showing the fear Never showing the pain Never showing the tears, she hides from herself Her reality is one where the truth can no longer be found Why is it that no one can see the beauty of the girl trapped inside? Why it is that no one can see that this girl is me??
The house that holds my little girl soul Drifts farther and farther away The woman I am must now move on But a piece of me wants to stay Isolated in my memory Is the farm house of my youth Locked inside are joys and pains Fantasy mixed with truth The light shines bright from my bedroom window While a storm brews inside and out The wheat shafts dance as the wind blows There is no going back, there is no doubt I see the little girl that once was me Standing and watching it fade I am not sure that she can plainly see The suffering that was on parade
I see a girl and I ask myself, Isn't she a beauty? But I'm reminded of a scare. I see that girl and I wish to myself, What a picture we'd be. But I just don't dare. I see that girl and I tell myself To try and see, But I'm afraid I'll care. I see the girl and berate myself, Tell her of me. But I'm afraid to bare. I see that girl and I ask myself, What does she see? And I wish I could share …
Today girls are so different A lot of mix attitudes Some are so nice and friendly And then some are so very rude I tell one girl how she pretty She told me to go to hell Then I did a little observation And the results now I would like tell Some girls are so shy They won't even show their face And some think they are so sexy Only dress in leather and lace Then some girls are so sad They will only share their sorrow And when the attractive girls passing All the guys will start to follow Some girls can think they are weak And have no confidence within Then the bullied girls feel like losers And think they just can't win But when god created woman He gives them unimaginable powers Women can be strong like a mountain And still beautiful like a bunch of flowers Women has powers to make peace And the ability to start a war For when a man loves a woman He would do anything for her Some girls just like to be alone And will do everything on their own Some girls are so chatty They will live on the phone Some girls can be suicidal And don't want to be here tomorrow Then there is the selfish girl Whose heart is so shallow? When a girl is embarrass She wishes for a place to hide And you will know the naughtily girls They are ones who lost their pride The adventurous girls are the ones who is out and about And the victimize girls They stop and no longer go out Some girls are tomboys will see them falling off a swing And the slutty girls well? They will just have a one night fling and the rejected girls walking around feeling empty And then the lazy girls they are always feeling sleepy But what ever types of girls there is Their powers will have no end A lot of guys will hate me for saying this But women is more powerful than men
You wanna know why I read? I read because books are my escape. I read because the friends I have in books are so much truer than the friends I have in real life. I read because in books I am as breathtakingly beautiful as the heroine in the story and not a one-hundred-thirty-three pound white girl with a black girl's ass. I read because the stories are either so good, I can try to wish myself into them Or they're so horrid they make my life look like a fairytale. You wanna know why I read? I read because the parents in books don't yell at me for failing a test that I stayed up until 1 in the morning studying for Or tell me I'm getting cellulite when its clear that I already hate the way I look. I read because the little brothers and little sisters in books are adorably hilarious where mine are annoyingly bothersome. I read because when my nose is in a good book, my mind is where that book is, not in the reality that is my life. I read because the boys in books are more kind to me than the boys in my classes at school. You wanna know why I read? I read because I love to read. But you wanna know why I don't read? I don't read because reading is shameful in the world I live in. I don't read because reading is something tedious, a chore you do simply to make the grade in English. I don't read because the stories in books remind me just how much my life sucks. You wanna know why I don't read? I don't read because every page I turn is another homework assignment not turned in, another failing grade to show my parents. I don't read because every time I read I want a snack to munch on, and every time that snack is a chocolate bar I think to myself "You fat, ugly girl, you don't need that chocolate, you know what they say: a moment on the lips a lifetime on the hips." I don't read because what boy wants a girl whose prince charming is not ever going to show up on her front porch with a dozen roses and a devastatingly handsome smile? You wanna know why I don't read? I don't read because every time I finish a book that was a new obsession, I have to find one just like it and there never is one. I don't read because when the hero dies, so does a piece of my heart. I don't read because every book I read just reminds me that I'm the freak brainiac of my class, and that's all anyone sees when they look at me. I don't read because the perfect characters in books make me hate my imperfect self. I don't read because I hate to read.
The new chapter. The new chapter of my life. A happy, healthy chapter…the one that I deserve. I searched deep within myself, and finally found the nerve. The nerve to move on... The nerve to forget… About the past, about the pain, and all of the regret. I am not the person I once was…. for this is my new start. I am no longer the girl with a broken home, a broken heart. I am now the girl with a bright future of love, happiness and success; So now is it time to go out, and buy a new dress? Because my old clothes just don't fit like they once did… So now, they hang as ghosts of the girl that I have been.
One day in Trinidad Was with my brother Down in San Fernando See a girl walking up the street From the store window And I ask roger If he knows her And when we came out side She was already in a car Then she looks at me As the car drives away Couldn't get her of my mind Thought of her the whole day And roger say don't worry We will try to find her You full the tank with gas And I will drive the car So we start from princess town Thru Claxton Bay /Pointe-a-Pierre We reach all the to St. Mary's / Waterloo But the girl was no where Who is this mystery lady? I am looking for in Trinidad Don't even know her name But want to meet her very bad Roger say lets call we Cousin Julie She know people from Couva to Caratal She ask we how the girl look Then say boy I don't know her at all Stop and drink some coconut water Then drive up to Port of Spain Pass thru Maracas Bay/Santa Cruz But we didn't see her again Who is this mystery lady? Some where in Trinidad Don't even knows her name But still I'm feeling sad From St. Ann's/Cascade/Mon Repos To debe/penal/ Barrackpore From maracas/st.joseph/lopinot But we never see her no more So we when to mayaro beach Beautiful day with the sky so blue We stop to buy some doubles from a girl And you will never guess who Now having bee's ice cream couple years after She laughs when our baby mess her blouse We been married two years now And having bar be que by Julie's by house
I was going on a vacation with my family one day, We thought we would head down Louisiana way. It was great being with my wife and daughter, Until I saw a black bird coming out of the water. It struggled to get to the beach we were on, When we looked again, it seemed to be gone. But it was there, floundering on the beach, Along with the fish, shrimp, and other birds just out of reach. All of them were strewn on the beach so far, Each was deathly sick, and blackened like tar. The sand which I knew should have been pristine, But the vision we saw was a totally different thing. The waves that approached were black with goo, Carrying more dead and dying creatures too. "Can't we help them, Daddy?", my little girl said, "Not now, dear, as most of them will be dead"! "But why are they dying?", she said to me, How could I explain about the oil from BP? "There was an accident from an oil company's rig", said I, My little girl looked at the animals and began to cry. I tried to explain that man uses so much oil, He has to drill in the earth, sometimes in underwater soil. "Well then we need to stop it if the animals die!" "I know", I said, "We just haven't tried". "I will try harder to not use oil", she said, "Especially if so many pretty creatures will end up dead!" I held her close and wiped her tears, Knowing full well that she was wise beyond her years. "I'll try too", I said to her, Not wanting to see this again occur. So I've made a pact with myself to be, Less OIL dependent so that others may see. If I have to walk a little more than so be it, It's better than having to watch the death of an Egret. Pehaps we could all take a stance, And with Big Oil, not take the chance. For anytime man's greedy hand gets into the mix, Then the environment is always in for a fix. But we can change, adapt, and try to help out, By being less dependent of Big Oil's clout. We had to come home early because of the spill, Like most people, we tasted that bitter pill. So now on a crusade with my daughter I will go, Trying hard to advise others and put them in the know. Especially of what I have seen thru my little girl's eyes, Those sickening deaths under clear blue skies. I will do my best to get others to stop in their oily run, Not only from BP, but Shell, Citgo, Marathon, and Exxon!
I found this old poem while helping to clean out a house that was vacant. I hope you don't mind that I didn't write it but it was too awesome not to post. Enjoy-------- What Do You See What do you see, nurses? What do you see? What are you thinking when your looking at me? A crabby old women, not very wise. Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes. Who dribbles her food and makes no reply. When you say with your loud voice, "I do wish you'd try." Who seems not to notice the things that you do, and forever is losing a sock or a shoe. Who unresisting or not lets you do as you will. When bathing and feeding, the long day to fill. Is that what your thinking, is that what you see? Then open your eyes nurse, your not looking at me. I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still. As I drink at your bidding, as I sit at your will. I'm a small child of 10 with a father and mother. Brothers and sisters who love one another. A young girl of 16 with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet. A bride soon at 20. my heart gives a leap. Remembering the vows I primised to keep. At 25 now I have young of my own. Who need me to build a secure happy home. A women of 30, my young now grow fast. Bound to each other with ties that should last. At 40 my young sons near grown will be gone. But my man stays beside me to see I don't mourn. At 50 once more babies play round my knee. Again we know children, my loved one and me. Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead. I look to the future and shudder with dread. For my young ones are busy rearing young of their own. And I think of the years and the love that I've known. I'm an old women now and nature is cruel. It's her jest to make old age look like a fool. The body it crumbles, grace and vigor depart. There now is a stone where I once had a heart. But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells. And now and again my battered heart swells. I remember the joys, I remember the pain. And I'm loving and loving life over again. I think of the years, all the few--gone to fast. And accept the stark fact that nothing can last. So open your eyes nurses, open and see. Not a crabby old women, look closer, see ME. This poem was found among the effects of a patient who died at the Oxford University Geriatric Service in England. Author is unknown.
Don't get caught up in the game Don't get caught up in the fame It will drive you insane It's only you to blame When you get caught up in the game*Refrain: Because you walk through the crowd They all know your name The road twists and twists With a surprise each turn Try to stay above it all or you'll soon learn That the eyes looking in are hungry for your blood Don't mistake it for the love Cause they all want a piece Of the music, rhythm, and soul They love the Rock n Roll Then there's the girl who writes the rhymes Loves the love and soon you'll find Her spirit is so real and her sex appeal I know you feel The fire that burns from the words she writes to you It's a powerful heat that makes your heart feel new She loves the melody you put in her soul It warms her heart, it makes her whole Her spirit soars so high When you look into her eyes The fire is so hot between the girl and this rock n roll guy Don't get caught up in the game Don't get caught up in the fame It will drive you insane It's only you to blame When you get caught up in the game
Tonight I'll talk too much and try to and complicate my friends. Distant conversations, eye contact only now and then. I try and drown myself in futile disbelief, Only to be washed ashore by truth here on my computer screen. The monsters hand held out, hung me by my own beliefs. I held on tight, surviving by the skin of my teeth. I raised my head up high and took a look into your eyes, Searching for light I embarked into my own demise. I gave you what you want in hopes that it was what you need Tread the ground barefoot so all the blisters bleed. The dog he's only learned to love and stay, But he wants to get away, he needs to get away. Now you know I've found a place to hide, Got to run somewhere, leave you, girl you know I've tried. I'm stuck reviewing the memories of our yesterday, But I want to get away, I need to get away. Walking the forest whispering to all silent trees. I can feel the change, and relate to all falling leaves. The world bears down and my legs won't seem to stand, 'Guess I'm just arrogant, too stupid to see I've done all that I can. I gave you what you want in hopes that it was what you need Tread the ground barefoot so all the blisters bleed. The dog he's only learned to love and stay, But he wants to get away, he needs to get away. Now you know I've found a place to hide, Got to run somewhere, leave you, girl you know I've tried. I'm stuck reviewing the memories of our yesterday, But I want to get away, I need to get away.
What did she say when you told her you still loved me? Did she turn away or try to disagree Did you think about her or how she would be? No you were only thinking about me. She stands there now, all alone Facing her fears of the unknown Turning her head on what she's once known Realizing now, she's on her own With no one around to help her choose She stands her ground, not ready to lose Her head held high while hearing the news To accept her fate, she must refuse She tries and tires with all her might To win you back every night She has no plans to give up the fight Any hope is out of sight Her heart is now filled with hatred Will all the love that you desecrated With just that one sentence that you stated Her entire life is now dated Did you ever stop and try to think, Just how far she would sink? How close she was to the brink? Or how it could all end with just one drink? Just one drink to end all the pain Just one little sip to break the chain Just one to do the job, to her disdain Just one and she will die in vain. You don't even care to attend her funeral To you she was just a girl that you could treat cruel How could you be such a fool? You don't even know of the fire you've fueled. You come to my door and ring the bell You send thousands of messages to my cell Repeatedly the words "I LOVE YOU" you yell But for all I care you can just go right on to hell I don't want you anymore you Silly boy I am no longer your stupid little toy As for the loneliness you feel now, I hope you enjoy Because you had your chance and my love you destroyed. I am my own person without you I no longer rely on your every move I am no longer clueless on what to do I know now I can move on to someone new. As for the girl that you threw aside I hope you think of her every time you cry You're the whole reason that she died If you wanted someone to love, she would have been there by your side. She would have loved you the way you love me But you never opened your eyes and seen what there was to see I'll never love you no matter how hard you plea So wallow in your self pity, you'll get no remorse from me I hope you drown in your misery Thank God that sad little girl is finally free Thank God I knew it was time to flee This is goodbye, so don't bother calling me.
Little girl goes down to the water. Little girl climbs up the hill. Little girl wanders in the woods. Little girl collects little things. Creatures and curiosities. Puts them in her pockets. Skipping and running and playing at hunting. Now and then she stops, and rests. Her every heartbeat, her every breath, conspires with the fragrant moist air, the rocks and the trees, to forget her home. There she waits before the sunset. She waits as long as she can. Oh, how precious is this place. Her refuge. To the sea and the hills. . . Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Up in the clouds the king sits with no one around. His eyes roam to a fro walking the earth day and night yet with all his might he does not fathom the joy and happiness of these ants in his sight. Their life is short just days in his sight, but still they dream, love, fight, and die. Searching for a reason he left his throne. He walked among them and saw them as man; they walked upright, used reason and logic as he did. He came to a village a little girl cried I am so hungry, my father has died. The great king fed this family of three, but still they knew not the god-king he be. When they had ate the girl gave him a hug, the mother cried and bid him good-bye with love. This love was a thing he had never felt before, now he understood why they carried out their wars. The passion and pride that burns inside: a reason to believe, to fight, and to die. The deity returned high to his throne, having felt wanted he now felt alone; immortality looms large, it is too much to bear he needed a reason to live for, a purpose to care. The vastness of forever ahead no one to love nothing to live for the god-king dies. From his death there is a lesson to learn from his life, it is not how long you live but what you live for. Until you have something worth dying for you're not really living
Whole day in the kitchen Making my girlfriend favorite dish I cooking for her tofu With tomato and salt fish Tofu is a food can be cook In so many different ways She really love it So I surprising her today Tofu is made from soybeans Can absorb flavors of spices and marinades Is has been a nutritional value For Asian cuisines for hundred of years It's her first time in America So I want to make it right With tofu for dinner Serving under candle lights I can't wait to see her smile When she sees the food I cook I know she will watch me And give me that special look My girl friend is amazing To me she means the world She is more precious than diamond And the seas full of pearls I really wish to tell her She my heaven on earth And I mean it from my heart And I miss her so much it hurt She told me about tofu Very popular in western cooking There is even a tofu festival Every year they does be celebrating I have never try tofu But my girlfriend is very sweet So what ever she likes Bet your dollar I'm going to eat And I never eat onions Don't like how it feels in my mouth But if she cook it for me I will eat it all with out a doubt My girl friend is the best I'm really in love with her And she loves tofu So I will always cook it for her
Mmm this girl i know Shes bossy so For i do not like you I may be lieing its not true It may be love At this moment I cant move Your engaging stare has me paralyzed Im in you grasp How do you know of my love Its time for a retreat For that im beat I need to rewind My heart is stuck in a bind Ive never had the feeling Im going to jump through the ceiling Can i be this overjoyed Of this girl ive always tried to avoyed
Jocks and cheerleaders, Punks, Goths, and freaks, Gangsters and thugs, Nerds, weirdoes, and geeks. Of all the possible categories, I belong to none. I don't fit into all of them, Or belong to only one. I'm just that girl in the corner, So quiet and content, I speak mostly when spoken to, Each word I say well meant. I'm just that girl in the corner, To myself, and all alone, Never wanting to be noticed, Or to let myself be known. I'm just that girl in the corner, Observing the "café crowd," So shy and unassuming, With my head up in a cloud.
I'm riding the cloud of bright blanket dreams, The coconut smoke entwines with the mist, The potion of madness in violet streams Is carving the urge that I cannot resist. The mysteries find me still lying in bed, Enjoying the pleasures of drunken grapefruit. Just several gulps, and a room painted red Will turn to a princess' incredible suit. I'm a swift errand girl of my fortunate fate, When my fantasies leak, the reality hides In the weirdest world I could ever create With my eyes tightly shut, with my heart as a guide. A rose with sharp yet invisible thorns Will bloom in my gardens in endless July - The country of fairies and pink unicorns Beneath the enchanting and welcoming sky. I trust in the might of the element Earth, However, the Air attracts me much more. I'm hovering free, and I feel the rebirth. This madness is tempting like never before. I'm a swift errand girl of my fortunate fate, When my fantasies leak, the reality hides In the weirdest world I could ever create With my eyes tightly shut, with my heart as a guide. I giggle and slap the reality's face, I found salvation in madness' embrace. I'm a swift errand girl of my fortunate fate, When my fantasies leak, the reality hides In the weirdest world I could ever create With my eyes tightly shut, with my heart as a guide.
Mirror Images When I look at myself in the mirror, I see what is not there According to my clothes. Why has my viewpoint changed? I have always seen myself, As being thinner than I really am! That nasty fat girl is supposed to be gone, So why has she suddenly returned? I am not eating as much, Due to the stress of moving. But why has the fat girl returned? I'm confused!!! The fat girl is not what God wants me to see. He would want me to see The much healthier, thin woman I am meant to be. So why is the 450 pound person, Showing up in that mirror on the wall? Is it because we are moving Back to where I used to be Fat and ugly? Only God knows the answer, What am I to learn? Christine Stout
Trinidad boys Have a guy in Trinidad He says he's a ladies man So I ask him to tell me how t very slow so I can understand He has on a polo shirt And Michael Jordan sneakers He driving a Toyota He just put in some new speakers He sees a girl passing So he stand up watching she And when leave and gone He said boy that girl was marking me He said say he takes a girl to kentucky And he not a shame to talk Spend all he money, put she in taxi And said your love will make me walk So I ask my brother lights If he have plenty girls in usine Lights say the only girls he has Is the ones in them magazine He say he have the talks for the girls And it sweeter than honey All them girls does fall for he Although he don't have no money But still nobody ever see him With a girlfriend anytime They he have lots of women But all of them in his mind Trinidad produces some saga boys And they spread out around the world Using their home ground sweet talk On some pretty young girl I myself use some sweet talk And it smooth like silk But if you don't know how to use it It could spoil like milk Trinidad has some saga boys And they are world class They see a girl coming round the corner Before she even past And every country in the world You must see a saga boy Trinidadian And I bet if you see him He looking to sweet talk some woman
Is there anyone, who has it all? The perfect everything? The perfect skin, height, weight, mind, mentality? The kind of person, who has it all. If so, is it the ones, we've seen on tv, magazine covers. Or is it, the prom queens, beauty queens, or even the supermodels? Or maybe, is it someone, we would never suspect ? You? The girl next door, The girl who takes your order? Or maybe even me ?
We stumbled out of the professor's house drunk and dazed Cackling in that conspicuous way about something his wife had said. The outdoor air was tight and crisp in contrast with The kitchened cat-haired aura of the professor's home and my companions' eyes glinted in the reflection of slick streets and sweaty moon. New flares of laughter and I turned back to see the most beautiful girl Sprawled face-up on the sidewalk, Her lilac tutu once gaudy now rendered lyrical when placed on misty cement. She rose and we trudged onwards, shattering the suburban night With shouts about Boston, hidden summertimes, and pending separations. The most beautiful girl shone unaware of sticky leaves clinging to her tutu But I said nothing, for tomorrow would bring blinding desert and crushed-leaf memories And I needed to save words (and leaves) on this last night of being broken with strangers Like this most beautiful tutued girl Who saved me far more than any other had dared under this indifferent moon.
I never did like onions Or how it feels in my mouth Try it once when I was small But then quickly spit it out I never did try it again And I say that I never will And so many years has past haven't change my mind still When I got to buy fast food I will always say before No onion and mayo please Then ill double check for sure But love make we do funny things Especially when your love is true The girl I love says, she love onions And I said OMG I love it to When you really love someone There's nothing you wouldn't do You will sacrifice anything To show Your love for them is true At that time I wasn't thinking Guess I put my foot in mouth Now I spend the whole day thinking Of a way for me to get it out I have to go by her this Sunday To meet she mother and father And if everything goes well I plan to give her a ring after But she said her father is a chef From a long line of generation And when he cooking food He does use a whole lot of onion Onions are one of the worlds Most popular vegetable, And she father cooking Sunday So I feeling very uncomfortable Sit down at the table He really cook allot of food He put a lot of onions So my fear for it got renewed Comes time for dinner now I ask for paper plate Then I start picking out The onions to make separate They all quiet watching me Waiting for me to explain Trying to think of something fast And idea comes to my brain So I say to enjoy my onions I have to be home watching TV So I taking this home with me To eat while watching C.S.I, Miami Later that night told my girl friend I don't like onions I'm sorry She said you do all the for me So she drop a big kiss on me
Birthdays come but once a year A day we celebrate, a day to cheer We all know the day we're born and our age For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year On the other side of the world fear Horror for a young girl named Heather Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered Swimming around the ocean deep Working up an appetitate for something to eat Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper At home I thought I had turned fifty I figured this year would be very nifty My father who was in his nineties Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty In a land way down yonder A girl named Heather was pulled under Great white figured she was good meat Nice and tender a very tasty treat A girl named Heather was saved That very day lived to be one to praise People who worked to keep her alive She praised God who lives in hearts and on high Sara lived many years Saw her grandsons through tears She was the strength and glue Who saw her family's problems through Just in recent years in a land down under A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder Caught in a fisherman's net He'll probably live this mistake regret No, the fisherman cuts the lines Frees his catch and shark from bind Now the shark he named Cindy Follows him around even when windy Follows him everywhere he goes Let's him pet her on her nose Rub her belly and dorsal fin She even grunts and tries to grin Which of these do you think is the most grateful Heather who is now disable The shark who was spared his life Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife (The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg. Then circled and grabbed her left leg. The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off. She was only attended by a nurse who was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do. She was 20 hours away from the nearest doctor. She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg. The story about the shark caught in a fisherman's net was really not true. The grandmother here was a true story.)
Do you believe dreams are by random chance? Or can they tell you something in advance? I've had a few dreams that came true. Is this only me, or has it happened to you? A few weeks ago, I dreamt a that girl I like a lot got a diamond ring. Later I saw on facebook, she was engaged and planning her wedding. A while back in my sleep I saw a white car and one side was rammed in. My brother called that afternoon, saying someone ran a red light and hit him. I only bring it up because it happened again today. One of my good girl friends called and had something to say. She said I'm pregnant and want you to be the Godfather, will you? I said yes, then remembered last night I saw her with not one, but two. She went on to say, "I get the best of both worlds, its a boy and a girl." "I'm having twins," my head got light and the room started to swirl. I know I'm not Nostradamus, but there has to be an explanation. Or maybe I'm just going crazy and need a vacation. I hope I hear some similar things from you, and if not, I don't know what to do. I don't think I'm going crazy, my life is quite boring, and all the voices I hear in my head are usually just snoring.
The little girl who wasted years Ignoring precious time Has given love a second chance By mending what's inside And thus by healing her broken heart Two were saved to find A friend they lost, far out of sight But never out of mind And the little girl with an empty hand Now holds her mother's tight Free to talk about the pain Of time that passed them by And though the years once lost are gone It's now that holds the key It's not how many seasons change But time before we leave To tell the ones we love the most With measured time to share For a fleeting life, comes and goes But love's forever there, Was a lesson learned by the little girl Who closed her heart one day But given to so very few A second chance to say That love is now between us The wall's been taken down The daughter's found her rightful place Beside her mother now Kevin D. Fix
The first time see the girl Ah want to meet her family Going to get a diamond ring Don't care how much it cost me Went to ask her to get marry But she did not say no or yes What she up and tell me No body will ever guess She said she want a job letter To see with my weekly salary And she want it notarize Don't bring a fake letter for she She ask about my past girlfriends And if they have any child for me She don't want a man With an outside family She ask if I have a big house And the street that we live And after she sees my bank book Then answer she will have to give So I went home and say Mom we have to rebuild the house And call the exterminator To kill all them rats and mouse And I send my friend romantic dude To buy some cement and sand And ask D_illusionist and raj To come and give us a hand Now I gone back with my job letter That shows my weekly salary I working for 27.50.an hour And that is a lot of money So I when and give her All that she asks me for You know this girl turn around And tell me she want some more She wants to know my doctor To get a medical history And she wants the phone number So later she could call he She said she needs a loving man With a nice house and money But that will be no use to her If he come and give her H I V She ask if I bring my bank book And if I have my pass port And she knows I have no arrest She father working in the court Now she have me thinking Yes I start to think twice Is this a beautiful woman? Or is she a block of ice But still I said to myself Take it easy the girl looking good You will have the nicest girl In the whole Neighborhood Then she says man does like to lie And think they have too much brain So if I think she's stupid She not trusting no man again Then she ask me to bring my priest She wants to conduct an interview And after six months probation She will see what she can do They say that love is blind Well brother today love can see I take my diamond ring And ran and jump in a taxi I'm sorry for the next guy Who try to marry her And mark my words when I tell you Many will run away very far
Once again I find you writing lines on someone you barely know. What is it that you wanted, calling out to me in such a late hour? Like the boy who cried wolf, you are! You got some nerve girl thinking you can turn to me asking me to forget ! Last time you drag me out in the heat, under the blazing sun of July telling me it's worth all the fuss and trouble. And I said, 'What the hell! Maybe it is so.' This time is raining and you're doing it again, only this time you ain't even sure yourself. What is it that you want girl? I got no answers for you. And I'm tired of your melancholy moods. And of all your smoking. And your dreamy gazing out the window. And your long silences. And of those goddamn mushy songs you keep listening to. Look at all these lines you've written, lying flat in their backs flooding the place up, reeking of rain and smoke. It's like a goddamn minefield in here, everywhere I step a thought goes 'bang' and before you know it more lines! Words following words forming long grey lines, lying there deaf and dumb, and for what? I'll tell you what for! For no reason at all! It'll do you no good, your catatonic prose and poetry. It never did. And you better ram those popping thoughts of yours right down where they came from, cause they're driving me nuts! Sprouting all over the place spreading like a poisonous ivy, making my skin itch like hell! I'm done talking to you girl and if you don't get your act together, that's the last you'll ever hear from me! I'm going to bed now so keep it quiet, you hear?
A Shallow body of water Separated from the ocean People comes to Venice Hoping to find love fill emotions He drives a gondola With lovers from every where So many Private conversations He can't help but overhear There was a couple Got married this afternoon They were having ice cream Under a full new moon But today he's with another girl Sailing down the lagoon Hugging and kissing will go to his wife very soon There are so many rides Fill with love and adultery On the lagoon of Venice Only a gondolier can see So many comes here Looking for love that's true Hoping to find happiness So their life's can become new There was a girl from Trinidad Who was alone on the lagoon? She meet a guy from New York They found love that afternoon A couple came from England Looking for what had disappear They lost their love in London And are hoping to find it here It's just a lagoon But a place of love And people comes hoping to Find what they been dreaming of Some will find love to day Some might find it tomorrow Some love you will get to keep And some you can just borrow So many comes to this lagoon Waiting for love to starts Not knowing they already have it If they look in their hearts Love can happen anywhere On the land, skies and sea But when true love comes The Lagoon is where some hope to be Across the universe Under the sun or the moon People are falling in love On a beautiful lagoon
Son of a gun Wake up this morning Just laying there in bed The sun came thru the window Pulls the sheet over my head Don't have a job again The factory close the doors We all lose our wages since George bush start those stupid wars Now he is in Texas A triple billionaire And my bills are piling up But what the hell does he care Ran out of coffee, this morning Just my dumb luck Maybe will go to McDonalds And get a coffee for a buck Then my girl friend calls me And my stress just went away When ever I hear her voice It always bring sunshine to my day And I wonder why she never Take her love and run Then I said to my self You're one lucky son of a gun Call the record company Ask if they got my demo The girl on the phone says, no No kindness in her voice just plain, no I think she was very rude Maybe she's having a bad day Some times you're in a good mood And someone just takes away So I went in to Bips deli Going to play some quick draw Went in with a twenty And was broke when I walk out the door Use the .ATM in ShopRite Got some ice cream French vanilla Going to watch the twilight movie I like to see that girl Bella Then my girl friend Surprise me and came over Now we are having ice cream And watching twilight under the cover And I wonder why she never Take her love and run Then I said to my self You're one lucky son of a gun
I peek out the window looking for a glimpse while hiding as I don't want to be seen And I fantasize about the girl next door and I wonder what my actions mean I sit and dream watching others come and go all the while sitting in my chair Though I once had the courage to go speak to her I'm now afraid and it's not fair I have a drink and light a smoke and watch this girl next door and I wonder well what could happen if I just said hi and the answer makes me hide some more I chastise myself for being weak as I sit and write out my feelings in prose When in my mind I'm walking over to her and introducing myself with a rose But that's not what I do as I seldom mingle now and my neighbors think me a terrible bore And right they may be and though here I still sit I dream of talking to the girl next door
This pain in my heart goes far beyond my pout I'm in need of a drainage that's how deep the bleeding in my soul is raining I used to be a nice girl Now I'm the statistic I never knew how far the transmorphication had gone until I saw the disappointment in my mother's eyes It showed me I was less loved They flickered cold and sad When they rested upon me As if she remembers the daughter she once had I'm disappearing and it's quite sad I remember what I used to be This new girl shall be the death of me Sin leaked in through open wounds pretending to soothe I trusted it's deceit I liked what evil was doing to me Such power oh what a rush never seeing that inside I was changing God no longer laid any fingers on this future delinquent that I was becoming the shimmer in my eyes went out like two dead light bulbs and I barely survived the struggle Before I realized how deep the devil had pulled me under I know now that I need my mother I'm not gonna sugar coat the pain cause life isn't candy it's demanding and it can turn a good girl out Like pimps do to their prostitutes and I wonder everyday if I will continue to sway I grow numb thinking about what will happen if I don't make a change
I look at your face, and I see: A smile and a shy. A girl and a grin. I look at your hair, and I see: A wave and a wish. A cat and a crest. I look in your eyes, and I see: A twinkle and a tear. A sparkle and a sad. I look for your love, and I see: Afraid and a friend. A trade and a trend. I look at your life, and I see: A laugh and alone, And a boy who's your own. I look at my face, and I see: A smile and a grin. A girl and I'm shy. I look at the sea, and I hear: A wave and a crest. A cat and a wish. I look through my eyes, and I see: A twinkle in the sand. A sparkle in a tear. I look for your love, and I seem Afraid of a friend. I trade for amends. I live for your look, and I see: A laugh on your own, And a boy who's alone.
My eyes grew wide every time I saw her pass on by I knew that when I was done with her people would question why Everyday I would watch her walk, heading for her train I would fantasize, myself with her, the remnants down the drain I knew her smile, her step, her walk, the pretty ribbons in her hair I would risk it all, for her I would, I had but not a care One day good God, alas my girl, I saw her with a suitor I wrung my hands in worry now, perhaps it's but a tutor Day after day, my girl and that man, it was hell indeed My plan must change; I thought to myself, this is what I need My fixation for her continued on, it consumed my every hour How could I get her alone, with me, if I only had the power My madness continued alone one day, having my race nearly run I left my home, a purchase in mind and brought home a gun I watched my girl that final day, walking to her train I put the gun to my head, pulled the trigger and emptied out my ……
I sing a song O' joy For antiquated times O' how the people did fly... Searching the starry skies Listening for the babes cry Still, sing I must O' joy... Liberty frees girl and boy Father's search the nights A new mother soon sighs... Viewing contemptible lies Tearing at our young's lives Yet, we sing the songs O 'joy Liberty' freed girl and boy As we hear the babes cry A tear is shed from mine eye Once as girls and boys so forlorn Now as men and women Standing tall and strong O' joy, we're singing -- Freedom's Song All eyes are on the prize Because the people did fly… We sing your song O' Joy
Name brand designer clothes: Gucci, Fendi, L.-V, Versace, Prada, and more. Name brand things is what she adores. So what ! She can not pay the rent . It's not the neighbors business that the lights and water are turn off. This is why the kids are at her mothers house. Don't get it twisted this girl is not lazy or crazy. Her priorities are all mixed up. She claims that she works a job; that doesn't pay enough. This girl desires a lifestyle she can not afford. Her Lexus was repossessed yesterday, and she feeln' somewhat gray. She rides the bus without any fuss. Remember- ing the conversations of her friends.The abund ance of things don't mean anything . When your kids go without ; and you're put out of your house. name brand things are nice in their proper place.
I wish I had a happy story to tell I wish it were the color of orange blossoms I wish my body were not my jail I wish…I wish I had a happy story to tell I love him So I let him grab my wrist As he led me away I love him I told myself again I was struggling to keep up as he Was dragging me to my feet You see I had let myself fall I must have lost my balance When he slammed me against the wall I love him I wanted to believe But my tears kept me from seeing His weight kept me from breathing And his hand kept me from screaming So I yelled instead in my head That I loved him My body pressed against the bed I love him How ironic I had worn A pretty white dress For a pretty white mess I had not imagined that this would be my end But I love him I told myself again And as his knee bruised my inner thigh My voice was lost within a cry He'd forgotten to undo his belt So I took the opportunity to yell And for a moment I could not see As if a hot cup of water had been poured over me I began to drown in it But then I found in it Not the water he chose But instead a broken nose I love him, now harder to believe Please don't I mouthed a silly symphony Please don't Was my silent soliloquy Please don't And then it was as if the world were in slow motion I saw every emotion Run through his face As he pushed me away Could it be that he was setting me free Unused just as before I lay crumpled on the floor And saw his iron boots heading to me He stood there – the embodiment of all my fears Careful to avoid my puddle of blood and tears He said nothing but stood over me And with one swift kick He destroyed everything that was left of me Then he walked out the door Down the hall And far away Leaving behind in his wake A girl so useless Not even a proper victim for a rape But that girl is gone now She has been replaced By another with a stronger face A louder growl And quite a bite One who will always put up a fight Until she finds that you are worthy Until you are witness to her glory Then and only then Will she tell you this story
my life was dull,boring and a choir. From the state I was born I no longer adored I was the girl who knew exactly what she wanted, with dreams fulfilled, her happiness was still haunted. Born from the parents of regal perception, all through her life she maintained a honest connection There was still something else that she long for, her dreams,ambitions and goals, she didn't long for any more The wild side of her heart began to long for a new start, a new adventure She constantly maintained her strength,looking for a sign to be sent to her Filled with depression,sadness and anxiety- forcing her to live life as a perfect society She'll take the leap,go for the chance.lose control- without a second glance Back home Friends and family mocked her,told her she'd never succeed She paid no attention,continued her desire...her internal need Now This daddy's girl sets out in the big city she's got too much pride to except any pity she gets bumps and bruises along the way but her stanched determination won't let her sway She's been hustled,conned, and just made a fool of never lost site that it was really the journey she love At times broke,down and out and even no lights under the sign of the bull,she wont give up the fight I'll take on this city and it abuses she said defeat is not an option,get that notion out of your head. Think mom and dad will be proud of the life i lead invisible war wounds of the city is what she'll bleed Is there no one I can trust,lean on in this time of hour Hell No,man up,show you have strength like fist of power This story will end up good, not like others you've heard for certain only my success will be the last word I won't reveal the whole story, just know that I win I betcha they wont forget me....but rather remember me till the end.
Lying here I awaken to the old familiar dream As if not there, just an interloper it might seem I watch a life I no longer recognize yet it seems so real I envision innocence of the child I see begin to kneel Whispering a prayer from lips trembling with humility Love emanates from faith filled words of her reality Help me father to understand I do not know what I have done Mommy is so angry I want so badly just to run I do not want to anger her so please let me see why I will do all I can to help but please don't let me cry I need to be a good girl so she will not hate me you see I want to make mommy happy then maybe she'll love me Years have gone and still this dream comes back once again I know now it wasn't me but I didn't know that then Fear grips me still if anger is about to rear its ugly head No child deserves to live life with that awful sense of dread Help is there for every one that wants it to be I know as I was that little girl praying God would protect me.
That scary edge of angst a cold wind blowing through your chest bare limbs scratching at the window strangers where your mother used to be Someone died today "wait here!" you heard her say "I'll be back and it's okay, close the door ,don't go outside someone's giving me a ride" That was yesterday or more anyway it was before people came who had the key they came inside and looked at me I ran and hid beneath the bed the skinny woman turned and said "leave her there ,for now at least, she's always been a little beast." a spider crawled across my face I breathed the dust that hung like lace someone laughed and shut the door I couldn't hear them anymore I knew she wasn't coming home something cold and quite unknown crept inside my soul just then I never was that girl again The one who challenged every wave the wretched sea of mankind gave the girl who whistled in the dark who skipped the stones in Central Park And she was right when I heard her say truly,"Someone died today.".
The loneliest girl thinks into herself in dreams of gold soliloquy, and knows not of her inner grace that pours forth light and love at the dawning of new day. She drinks the nip from fear's chalice, drowns in quicksand of ire and realises not her soul has spurned the decimating dark and torches with relentless fire. The loneliest girl has deeper feeling within the fetters of her heart and knows not her sensuality that can lay rule to men and rend their mind and flesh apart. She weeps and feels unloved, alone, steeped in quagmires of distress and realises not how much her inner beauty craves release from prison cells of emptiness...
The soul searcher….the chick that tries to make "the connection" with each and every brother she meets. She'll wine and dine, buy the suit and even pay for the room. Yes… you are this desperate. Yeah I'm talking to you, sounds bad don't it girl. Sit on up lemme talk to you a minute. You are worth more to yourself, you were born of strong black wood like ebony trees. Don't lower yourself for a man. Let him take you by the hand and if he is worthy you accept... And you walk in the right way so that respect may be kept… I man doesn't respect you if he says hello and you jump clean out your panties. Maintain some pussycat control girl think before you leap. Sex is not a prelude to a beautiful relationship. Get to know the man ladies and in this case I use the term loosely. The phrase soul mate would imply a connection with a soul- correct me if I'm wrong but when was the last time someone told you souls connected thru human genitalia. For goodness sakes take the time to get familiar….. with lifestyles, personalities, and families, and if you can't see yourself married to or in the least having children with the man. Jump up and run like hell with underwear in hand. Come on how is important is to have a man that loves you if YOU don't love yourself. Can you say you love yourself right now... I mean if you do exercise some restraint. I'm no saint but dang girl your extra curricular activities make me tired enough to faint. You can't buy love or happiness so before you whip out the credit card girl…..Whip yourself.
He walked along never looking up to the sky, eyes constantly placed there on the ground watching his feet, I suppose, as he trudged along. Hands in his pocket, never a smile for anyone, he would walk daily, to where? I don't know, yet, he walked each and every day like clockwork. Was he disrespectful? Never, he just didn't ever have a word for anyone, he seemed a loner, but one day made me see him differently. She was five years old, playing with a bright pink ball in her front yard. The ball seemed to have a mind of its own as it rolled into the street. He was on his daily walk down this street when in the corner of my eye I noticed her venturing into the street to get her new ball. I wouldn't get there on time to stop the child as a woman on her cell phone in her SUV drove unknowingly toward the innocent child. He noticed, too, and like a bullet, shot out between other cars, grabbed her and placed her safely back on the curb. The child witnessed her ball explode under the weight of the car and cried. The girl's mother came rushing out just in time to see him walking down the street and she assumed the worst. She accosted him and accused him of heinous crimes of depravation and immorality. He tried to continue to walk but the wall the mother created was one of unbearable force, until I acted as he. I came between the cars now and told the mother what had transpired and the look on her face was one of only embarrassment as she picked up her child and ran quickly into her house. He said thank you and walked on, but not before I said thank you to him for saving the girl and me, the girl from physical death and me from a death of spirit. I continued on my day with a smile on my face and a love for the world in my heart.
Life is living and to really live it, love it ! Life is a state of mind. It is there for the taking, man trying to master his own universe, choosing his own path and following it. Life is oneness with Mother Nature. To wake up early in the morning watching the rise of a new day, when the lazy old sun shyly and slowly peeks through the clouds, hesitant to do its assigned task. To listen to the chirping of our feathered friends perched on some leaf-covered boughs, uncaring whether they are in tune or not. Life is taking treks down memory lane and remembering moments that give us pleasure. Just like the great Casanova, a man who conquered many a woman's heart, who once said: "When I consider that what makes me happy in my old age is the presence of a memory, I conclude that my long life must have been more happy than unhappy. And then I congratulate myself." Life is giving meaning to any experience whatever it may be. It took a girl to turn me down before I was able to fully unburden my soul through a song. Ah, thirty years hence, I'm still thanking the girl for having the sense to shut me out of her life, in the process turning me into an...accidental songwriter! Life is the peace you get listening to the strain of a guitar in the still of the night. Music is the language of the soul. Life is soaring over the clouds and looking down at the universe as it unfolds before one's eyes. It is the freedom of an eagle peacefully gliding, surveying its great domain from way up yonder. Life is discovering new things and enjoying the delights they offer: a biologist finding a new kind of organism, a chemist discovering a new type of compound, a physicist uncovering a new page in his quest to explain the forces that govern his world, a poet who finds a new way of expressing himself. Yes, the wondrous giggles of a small child as she gets tossed up in the air by an adoring father. Life is going down on our knees to converse and chat with the Great Spirit, debating and quarreling with Him - and yes, cursing Him for some of the wrongs in His creation - but at the end of the day, trying to make peace with Him anyway. Life is surrender. It is the acceptance of the things that we cannot change and the willingness to acknowledge our strengths and weaknesses. The ability to laugh at our occasional fumblings and failures while balancing them with a healthy regard for our achievements however small. Life is...
That girl with the beautiful eyes, She knows she can get all the guys. That girl with the long dark silky hair, When she's around, everyone has to stare. That girl with the designer clothes, She always fly, from hair down to toes. That girl with her sensuous walk He fell for her, she didn't even talk That girl with the creamy skin Don't compete her, she always win That girl who is high class All the boys want to hit that... That girl, chocolate, with a vanilla swirl Nobody can touch that girl That girl with the knockout smile Seeing her makes it all worthwhile That girl, she turns every head It's known how she looks, it's not even said That girl who is Prom Queen, Much rather prefer being unseen.