Poets Feature. Return of a friend

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Where I am FromI am from not the land I live in and no silence.
I am from the blue house with a swing as my get-a-way.
I am from the tiger lilies, the forestry of birch trees.
I am from family Christmas's and dark eyes, from Grandpa Cheney and Katona's and William's.
I am from the hypocrisy and am-right-no-matter-what's.
From "I dare you" and "Why are you so quiet?"
I am from imagination, from no barrier to creativity.
I'm from Canada, from Scotland and egg-noodles and apple-snicker salad.
I am from the divorce of my parents at four, the times we had pets I likes, and the sisters who let me sleep in their beds when I had nightmares.
I am from the meaningless painting of a house near a lake, school pictures of my sister's and me, and of a father I barely know.
From the aged painting of the house to pictures of me, it reminds how age will follow later on.
From the father I barely know, brings a small mystery that will never be solved. HeroesHeroes:
My family,
They aren't just people who I call family.
They are heroes.
Because without them…
I wouldn't be who I am.
My family has saved me.
Saved me from every cruel punishment of this world.
Saved me from turning into a monster.
They are everything to me.
They are my life, who I want to be.
And I own my life to them,
for everything they have done for me.
They've helped me mend mistakes,
they catch me when I fall,
they piece me back together like a broken doll,
and they make me whole again.
I couldn't do anything without them.
And I wouldn't want to.
And so, when it all comes down to it…
My family is the most important thing to me.
And they mean more to me than my life. Life Is No BurdenWasted potential,
Reminiscence of paths lost,
Decisions closing
Doors thought forever open,
To bring life into the world.
Heart warming laughter,
Wide, innocent, eyes sparkling
Full adoration,
Small hands eagerly grasping,
For life. For love. For Mother.
"Mommy, mom, mommy!"
Loss of self-identity,
Slipping sanity,
Freedom? Independence? No.
Full responsibility.
Silence in the night,
Sweet cherubs sleeping snugly,
Life is no burden,
Eternal love whispering,
God loves all of His children.
five mysteries why.there was a butterfly with poisonous
wings that bounced on the
lining of my stomach,
rusting away:
and you ask –
          1. do your eyes glance off such
          a patterned imperfection as mine?
         
          no –
          you are a stained gorgeousness
          that diminishes our world into a
          dull place of undeniable
          but incomparable beauty to one
          such as yours:
oh, and it was beauty
that inspired the great tales of
delicate words woven in a subconscious but
lovingly foretold death.
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FYI, GoodbyeI'll be eighteen soon
I'll leave anywhere
possibly even the moon,
maybe forever.
Am I coming back?
Never.
I've been in your cage
my whole life
saving this rage
for this new life
First thing,
I'm giving danger a ring
He knows I'm calling
I'm no longer stalling,
the escape of this struggle,
not like your ordinary muggle
Not playing any games,
cause it's already getting late
I'll do what I've never done
I'll cut this leash with rusty shears
and then, I'll run.
Never turning back
empathy, you've lacked
You never understood,
That I did everything I could,
to not be the rebelious,
but to be a coward mouse
Yes I know, I know,
this mouse stooped low
I know she turned into a lion
roaring out through lying
But can you really complain?
the truth would have left you
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A Numb GoodbyeAll these people I don't know
Gathered for you today;
Your spitting image released from his cell
To mourn the one he failed.
The betrayal of one
And loss of two others -
Four more couldn't make up
For what you lost.
We file in one-by-one,
Sit up straight in our seats.
The collared man speaks
But all we hear is static.
The curtains open
And you roll back
On the conveyer belt
Of death. I'm Looking for my DaughterI'm looking for my daughter
I'm looking for my daughter
Grown up and gone away
with a ten foot high barbed wire electric fence around her heart
to keep her mother out
to keep her resentments in:
the Alcatraz of love.
I'm looking for a rose
that smells so sweet you swallow;
you close your eyes and thank God
for a moment of this flower.
I cup it in my hands and sip the thick liqueur
and reel back from its power.
thorns are nothing but blood;
it's the intoxicating nectar that kills.
I'm looking for a starling
forced into flight before
its feathers were sure.
Dashing and darting unpredictably,
bright eyed and sharp beaked,
nesting, seldom resting,
flying away from me. Kleine Schwestershe was happily out of control
mad and high and ready to roll
he was neat and loved to lie
she was edgy and hated to cry
he would ditch her in the street
she'd beat him home with something to eat
she got in trouble
he loved to cause it
no magic remote or they would have paused it
she was his kleine schwester
he was her sworn protector
and then he left
(but always comes back)
always
ParentsMother is "mama"
Soft skin, warm smell
Laughing eyes and tired smile
Father is "daddy"
Rough hands, farmer's tan
Proud eyes and gentle smile
My parents are more than just "mother" and "father"
They are kind eyes and open arms
Stern lectures and raised brows
Hugs, kisses and a story before bed
Support, love and a shoulder to cry on
Laughter, generosity, and a source of strength
My parents are Richard and Rhonda
Daddy and mama
Forever and always Reach UpA small hand reaches up
A larger hand grabs it
Without real effort
A small face goes
Very near to tears
The larger hand
wipes them away
And hands the
Item to the small
Hand The Day After the FuneralHer Husky arises every few minutes,
in order to expose different parts of its mottled coat
to the flickering fire,
the dog turns in a lazy stop-start orbit
of fur and slurry-jawed yawns.
Beside the same dying flames,
a leather-bound Bible rests
on my Grandmothers lap,
an hour or so ago
the old rocking chair creak
fell silent,
now her head of silver hair
slouches to a side,
bifocals searching for escape
from the tip of her wrinkled nose,
the slow purr of her outward breath
makes a comforting sign
of late-evening life.
I should really venture out
to the dark dewy fields,
out to the open night stars,
to gather more wood,
out to the cold midnight breeze
that chimes the patio flutes
and scratches the screen doors itch,
but not before I finish this job I started,
listing the names
of the dead I know, (or once knew)
on old writing paper I found today,
in my Grandfathers study,
a list far too long for a boy my age,
a list whose names now include his.
NumbNumb
Unfeeling
Ignorant
Shut down
Why do you do this?
To me
To yourself
It's pathetic
Depressing
Weak.
You say you love me
Don't lie.
If you love me so much,
Stop.
You project your pains onto us
Every stagger
Every slur
Like a knife to the heart.
You said you were better.
LIES, all lies.
Why do you put us through this?
These are your demons
Your fears
Your skeletons
Your mistakes
And yet we must live with it
What gives you
The right
The power
The permission
To do this to us?
I hate you
For all that you've done
What you're doing now
What you will do
I shouldn't have to live
With your screwups
It's not right
Unfair unjust
The carefully put together barrier
Shattered
By your weakness
Your inabilities
Your patheticness
I don't want this
Never have
Never will
So now
I
Quit
Shut down
Ignorant
Unfeeling
Numb :thumb299894701: PleaseI call for help.
In this world of darkness.
Where are you?
Where?
I remember,
The times,
When you cared.
Can I,
Can you,
Can WE,
Go back to that?
I'm suffocating,
In this world of undoubtley hate.
Hatred that will always be denied.
I need you.
I can't stay standing in a pretend world of happiness.
I need to climb out.
Climb out into a light,
Beautiful,
Colorful,
Justified.
World.
I just need your help to get there.
Please.
Help.
Me.
Please mom.
FinallyAfter searching and wandering
and hours of pondering,
I finally found it.
I found a source of motivation to bring me far
away from devastation.
A time and place I feel at ease,
I now know I have finally found peace. nights in screamcellTheres nothing here called a fight
nor a victory.
its screaming bloody murder,
or making plans to flee.
Its war at highest level.
and danger at every battle.
One cannot sign a treaty.
AKA the divorce papers.
too scared between every song
that eats away at my ears.
too scared to open doors
for fear that it is near.
its too much for one to live this way,
but harder still to leave.
i just wish you could remember,
the lives you used to live. Sonnet XXVOp. 21, no. 7
Two Roads Converged
Where I may not remove nor be removed
Is where the Savior calls my path to lead.
He guides me, for I find myself reproved
When from the straight and narrow off I tread.
My finite eyes and mind cannot discern
The end that seems so far away from sight,
And so with feet of flesh, away I turn
Before God blocks my way and guides me right.
For every step astray's a step away
From her whose road with mine shall intertwine.
But wait! For now is not the time to stay;
I would not lead, but merely gaze and pine.
Unlook'd for joy in that I honor most,
That is his will to grow, not mine to boast.
Drake's First LandingAll these gatherings, there's no heart in them.
They're just idle chatter.
Two by two, to feel one another
Or are my ideas stupid?
Pretentious.
We always see in white
Always beg the sun,
To follow, to touch
To be always touched
With a word, with a look
Something unnoticeably serene.
Balancing the chemistry
A handshake with Sisyphus
Our Schadenfreude smiles
On cold-hearted intimacy,
All the love in world, there's no heart in it,
But still, I smile,
My body tells me.
Dreams of touched lips,
Sweet smells,
My ideals are biting my neck
Licking me tenderly,
Lying so I must believe
What I can't think to be true,
Nor ever hope to see.
Angel breath, it tastes like a kiss
From someone who gives a damn.
A touch on the heart, making it hurt
No more than the doubt that it breeds
Wherever a cold touch leads
If loneliness is thought
My mind is blank.
Coin-tossed starlight
Pools on dark eyes.
My tongue unties
enough to swear.
All these thoughts, there is no heart in them.
They're just idle chatter.
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:thumb301092953: The love you shared                                       Memories not forgotten by time but by coincidence.
                                 Masked in a square of fragments, divided up into shadows.
                                      Who you once were now amounts to question marks.
                               what i'm accustomed toi am not used to being literal when i speak.
i have spoken in riddles since the day my sounds made sense.
often i lied
because i was never clear
and that is what i hid behind for eons
at a time.
i have spoken about past lives,
and meeting my soulmates
because they kept changing
so many goddamned times
way before i was born in this realm.
[as if all of it was actually true]
i am not used to love being ordinary.
blame the ones before you
it had always been forever with them
it had always been eternity,
and though it gave security
it was pressure on my dignity.
they didn't understand that i needed to live
before settling for something lesser,
because deep down even they knew
i was way too good for them
and that made them hate me
[with sweet lies through their teeth]
i am not used to making love being just that.
with me, it was never just me and you
it was always time stopping forever
and then finding that a paradox
and saying it was all an act of the angels.
with me,
No ordinary tripI'm not an anomaly
And this isn't Physiology
You just happened to walk in during my Break Down Analogy
My mind is like Wonderland, tripped up on acid
Flaccid, my brain unable to keep a hard on
Remembering your name is insane, the game
Memory, but Lost isnt just a show
I know you're thinking damn she smoked her brain cells
But this brain sells, memories at a discount
My amount is what you see on my price tag
What I'm priced as is not my value.
But I value the fact that you bothered looking at me
Waiting to see
What I could possibly be
Even though you've already stereotyped thee as
Priceless
Yes, this price is a bargain in a thrift store
And if you want more
Appreciate
The fact that,
I'm not clothed in the latest Prada's
Not cuz I don't have time to bother
But I'm too cheap to waste my last quarter and dollar
For a shine that blings less than my Sketchers
Yes, that last line was suspect
So please respect
My honesties reflex
Accept
That I wont remember ya cusp sign
Or the moon shine on th The Art of WarBloody grounds, deafening sounds,
fear in everyone's eyes.
Adrenaline Rushes, weight that crushes,
under weeping skies.
Dodge to the right, never lose sight,
if you fall, always rise.
Thunder crashes, raining ashes,
scream your battle cries.
Crush their ranks, guard your flanks,
protect your comrades' lives.
Heave an exhausted sigh,
take a last look at the sky,
and pray to god,
that you don't die. She's Leaving Home.The curtain's restless, the bed is cold.
An old man stares, tired and old.
He tries to think but can't quite see
the girl he loved and their memories.
His skin in wrinkled, his hands are dry
but strong in hers, when she holds on tight.
Her eyes are blue, he sees, sharp and coy,
just like his when he was a boy.
Blue like the sea, deep as the sky
but his now have clouds passing by.
Clouds, he remembers, there were clouds on the day
he gave his mother's ring away.
Away from the city, he married his love-
his soulmate; his lobster; his turtledove.
He's crying now, he knows the child.
"How could I forget, you have her smile."
Too big for one, the weary bed,
he'll never sleep in it again.
But in his granddaughter he sees
the girl he loved and their memories.