X equals O
I equals YOU
Why can't they be there too?
DustDusty fingers move quickly,
When they are sickly.
Clean Fingers make haste,
because they don't have the time to waste.
Lopsided FeelingTears run down my face, I cry
Inside and out but you dont know why
It because of your skull of steel
That my thoughts dont turn your wheel
Im weakened and starved by your words
But that doesnt meant Ill allow my flesh to be eaten by the birds
I amI am the child that waits
I am the child that fears
I am the child that worries you'll never be here.
I am the teen that hits
I am the teen that cries
I am the teen who is always asking 'Why?'.
I am the adult that works
I am the adult that fears
I am the adult of the child that waits for me to be there.
Excerpt From FB Fan-FictionThree hundred sixty two days, Kyou reminded himself with an indifferent voice.
The cat couldnt figure out that out of everyone that he could never see again, why did she have to go. Why did she have to leave him in the shadows. Why couldnt she stay? Within his mind he kept replaying the scenario constantly over and over again in his brain even though he knew the answer. The carrot top shook his head fervently trying to shake the images of her delicate kind face from his head. He was foolish to love her, to care for her, and to try to protect her.
To try and defy God...
The wind blew solemnly tossing hair in his face. Closing his eyes he let stray strands of hair tickle his furrowed brow. Fat puffy grey beasts rolled around the sky soaking up its moisture, they growled with pleasure as they began to approach the Sohma residence. Just as the young man stood up and began to file out curses towards the clouds he heard the petite slam of a d
All the Time You NeedI'll give you a chance
Give it a try
I'll give you a second last chance.
When I am 15 ((Poem))When I was 1
I didn't talk, I didn't walk, I just stared at you
When I was 2
I still didn't talk, But I stumbled my way to you
When I was 3
I knew your face, A Brecon of shining light
When I was 4
You'd wait by the door, to grab my hand and dance with me
When I was 5
I loved Scooby Doo and you always watched it with me
When I was 6
We had a uneasy trip, But we still found a wonderful home
When I was 7
I rode my first bike and there you were watching
When I was 8
I couldn't skate trust me when I tripped and fell, You covered the wound that's where I said thank you
When I was 9
In school, I tried, You wouldn't shout when Dad did
When I was 10
Things seemed to bend, but you still stood and smiled
When I was 11
Dad left but you stood by when I cried
When I was 12
We watched Doctor Who, I loved David Tennant and you did too
When I was 13
We did have some trouble but you still were wonderful
Now I am 14
We watch Supernatural and Sleepy Hollow and you don't mind
I don`t bite...really!!I`m not a bad ogre
just a harassed person
I won`t roar or bite
if you`d come talk to me
I`m only human you know
just like you are ....see
there`s a soft side to me
you just need to come and ask
no need to be afraid
I`m not a dinosaur
only a cuddly mother
that wants be love you too
life hasn't been easy
is I`m sure for you as well
but we have a common link
that's reason enough to try
I`m sure that he knows
we want to all get on
but its hard to share a son
with his new girlfriend
life is sour enough
so we must do our best
learn to live together
if we are to get along
so come and talk to me
never hide away
want you to feel comfortable
come on, we can really do this
© Lissie Bull. 2014
These MomentsSome memories I hold dear
No matter what came after -
The pain, the loss,
The suffocating feeling of
Helplessness in loneliness -
No storm that followed can take away
The calm of these moments:
The german cowboy's songs, cracked
And drawn through the mangle
Of a once new record player,
The scent and light of tall white candles,
Long legs stretched out beneath my own,
Strong arms holding my small body;
I rested on Atlas' lap
And all of this,
It was enough.
(Tears)Lágrimas de mis ojas cae abajo mi mejillas.
Digo mis amigos <<Yo estoy bien>>
Pero yo no estoy.
Estoy muy ofendido.
Yo merezco amor.
¿Por qué mi hermana tiene amor
y no tengo?
Solomente tengo lágrimas.
No me ama.
Y nuncas personas me amará.
Lucho con mis emociones
Y lucho detener mis lágrimas.
Mis lágrimas han pintado mi destino.
Mi color a negro, me convertí.
Saber a exilio y a cansancio
Estuvé muy consolador.
I Was Raised By MonstersI was raised by monsters...
Can't you see?
They fought and jeered and yelled
As if they were in hell!
I was raised by monsters...
A victim to their words
Can't you see?
A person broken inside
Lonely in this cell
They weren't monsters...
Can't you tell?
They screamed and cried
For the pain they felt.
Can't you tell?
They weren't monsters...
Broken on the inside...
MOMMY AND MEBy: Gerry Albert
When she gets home she pays a small fee,
Many hugs and kisses for just Mommy and Me.
We watch cartoons singing in harmony,
Giggling and dancing just Mommy and Me.
Playing in the park I hide behind the tree,
Hide-and-Go-Seek with just Mommy and Me.
Walking back home I get as close as can be,
Pointing and talking just Mommy and Me.
Watching my favorite cartoons on TV,
Laying on the bed just Mommy and Me.
We play games each night which fills me with glee,
On the iPad just Mommy and Me.
We sing songs, and I jump wee wee,
Then we snuggle up close just Mommy and Me.
When I’m sick we rock in the chair you see,
Warm in the embrace of just Mommy and Me.
I lay in my bed and my mind is free,
To dream of playing just Mommy and Me.
I wake in the morning and who do I see?
We get ready for the day just Mommy and Me.
Untitled"You look like him" muttered dad,
look at me, I wished at him
as he gave me some pins of Rimbaud and left again.
They spilled onto the floor
The one I could find I kept carefully
knowing these things were my only chance.
My mother: an elephant in a china shop
filled with questions and vulnerability
she forgets how big she is
but likes the noise
They asked for a swan,
and got an ugly duckling!
How come I can't buy a road map,
to sunsets by the sea
or old dungarees covered in glitter?
My cousins, they flood my heart so much-
(Sometimes I do want kids,
but I'm not good at buckling my seatbelt
and I wouldn't want to ruin them either)
They look at me with open faces
I am used to being benign, or worse
and when rainbows come up
I'm like a bristled and confused cat
(not a good example for the cause-
that I must keep my freak flag tucked in)
No one wants to see
Sisterly LoveI sculpted my face to the correct response of every trait she thought I should have,
And hid anything I thought she might use against me.
That is my definition of sisterhood.
Not a pleasant picture is it?
Her "love" was rough,
A laugh in the face at any part that was sensitive.
Scorn, for any ideas that she disagrees with.
Hugs and intimacy are for the weak,
And if you can't lug around fifty pounds or more of weight
Then you are worthless...
Now I hear she misses me,
But the words don't translate properly.
They are senseless drivel by her own standards,
And I redefine them as follows:
She doesn't have anyone to look down on.
No wonder it took me so long to recalibrate.
How easily I fell into a pattern of locking everything away.
Just for her.
Sisterly love is a filthy thing.
And I wish I had never adapted the behavior.
Older sisters can be mean but this was mental torture.
It took me years to break free.