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
The Gay AgendaThe Gay Agenda
we unpacked the car in hundred-and-ten degree heat
home after our three-months, big-haul supermarket run
stared at the late season watermelon
we grabbed on an impulse
I got the cutting board and a bowl for rinds
you got the never-dull, wedding-gift ceramic knife
we tore into our pieces at the same time
swamping desert thirst in southern fruit
pretending we were comfortably cool
believing it during each bite
I opened a new paper towel roll (we had been out)
you gave me the next slice, cut yourself another
we ate the whole damn thing in one sitting, not talking
just munching one icy wedge after another
until I mumbled a joke you made me repeat
(had to slurp-swallow to do it)
I said, “I said, I think this makes us—”
you, with a fresh juice smile, finished: “—a couple of fruits.”
DadI turned out like my spot-skinned father
and I would twist and turn the dry tall-grass threads
that I found on the prairie into braids of hair
like he taught me,
and I would feed the horses blocks of salt
before they took flight in the bleak twilight of the plains.
I lived in a world of dry winds and cul-de-sacs
and reached the thinking end of things
before I knew I had no-where to go,
and I first fell in love with a girl
who’s handle is lost to that wind
but her brown eyes are sketched to my soul for eternity.
When I left home he stood on the old porch
while the wind chimes sprung chords
across the flat land like a funeral bell
as my mother walked me to the car,
and as I drove across the cattle grid for that final time
he was already inside the house and gone to me
as a shape and as an image.
He died of a stroke 6 months later
and she told me in her soft sweet voice
how much he had loved me and his pride of me
but it was always in her voice
and I had to use my imagination
Loss, in Five Actsi. Return
Through a dark tunnel
of bent birch and cedar I walk.
Soft moss on cobblestone. Home.
The tilted bird bath drips with
tea coloured rain. Vines snake up
old walls even as the sandstone crumbles.
Decaying gutters sag with sad, welcoming
smiles, heavy with dead leaves
and the fallout of terracotta tiles.
On her lap, in the evening, swinging
on the front porch chair. Humming
a lullaby, she whispers softly and
marks with a brush of her ringless finger,
magpie and minor, chicken and hen
and then, soft kisses on my cheek for bed.
At the bus stop, she is squinting and waving
and waiting. At hometime, she is feeding the
pigeons every last crumb from my lunchbox.
The garden beds sit like unkept graves,
clutching the roots of dead roses. Row after row
of thorny crucifix. Anemic and budless.
Were they red or white or pink?
That memory is dim. Perhaps something
more obscure. Champagne or chartreuse.
A sudden notion. Todays bl
still,"i want grandchildren."
that car ride ruined some things
threw a wine bottle at the wall
15 years sitting
it was good enough or
it wasn't good enough
all the silence forced
my pride to jump out the window
if any rested in her
she showed it off like a speech bubble
tied it to her teeth
slammed it in the door
had it under her pillow for months
and years and years and years
there was no statement
there was no outstretched hand
just steering wheel clenching
knuckles white and jaw taut
(all because who i bed was not her mindful of
i still think i'm a tumor
she shows it off like a speeding ticket
i put a pin through it
i put it on her sweater
she never wears it
What The World Is AboutHe said "Daddy, you're the best."
He said "Son, I love you."
He said "Mommy, hold me close to your chest."
She said "Come here, Baby."
He said "Sister, Why are you so mean?"
She said "Because you don't know what it's like to be me."
And every Christmas, he'd get what he wanted due to his father always at work
Every Spring, he'd play in the sun even if it was just him alone
Every summer, he said he wanted a brother, and mommy said no
Every fall, he said loved going to school
He just wanted to have fun
He was only five and never understood what the world was about
He just wished to be happy forever
He said "Daddy, why are you so mean?"
He said "Because, you wouldn't understand."
He said "Mommy, when will my brother be born?
She said "Soon. Come feel him with your hand."
He said "Sister, Why don't you love me?"
She said "Just leave me alone, I just want to be free."
And Every Christmas, he'd get clothes for presents because Daddy got fired
Every spring, he'd play outside by hi
Cry Of The Fatherless
Father where are you?
I'm all alone.
Father i need you.
Where have you gone?
I feel forsaken in this cold dark world.
The world you've left me to wonder alone.
Dark shadows rise on either side.
You my protector, have left me here to die.
The shattered remains of my heart cries out,
Surrounded by confusion and doubt.
I seek answers but find none.
Darkness clouds my thoughts...
Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you you left me alone?
Do you even love me?
Do you see me as your own?
In the ashes of what could have been,
I sit covered in sadness and guilt.
My past i've spent without knowing you.
My future uncertain without you.
Do you see my pain?
Do you see my broken heart?
Can you hear my plea?
For a father to do his part??
I need you father...
I need you.
Come back to me
...and wipe these tears away...
Abortion - Dead Before BornToday, I will face my indelible death
My life will be silenced, though I am still unborn
My Mommas eyes, stained with sorrow
As she wipes away the tears, her cheeks have worn
But she promises to herself, that she wont mourn
For I am a product of her illegitimate mistake
A consequence of a love, forbidden and torn
And eradicating me is her only route of escape
Though there is no glimpse of light where I am hidden
I know the world beyond this womb is filled with colour
That there is transcendental beauty my eyes will never see
And a life I will never have the chance to savour
Defenselessly I will descend to ashes
By a remorseless choice made from shame
My loveless existence will be aborted
And my fathomless dreams, buried in a grave
Never will I consume my first breath of air
Or experience the effervescence of laughter
Never will I know the meaning of love
Or envision my future from hereafter
If only at this moment, I was given a voice
To speak to Momma and comfort her woes
Soriku m-preg FF perfect picture couple .:2:. It's my wedding day today, Febuary 28. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a white tuxedo and a white lace veil, but I didn't like how I looked...
"How come I can't wear something else?" I asked Kairi who was in awe at looking at me dressing formal for once.
"Why?" She answered, trying not to yell.
"Well, you dont see Riku with a seven month pregnant stomach, do you? I feel weird. I love my babies, but...I don't know." I shrugged while I fidgeted, fixing my veil.
"You look amazing. Don't worry! ...Go get 'em, tiger. Knock 'em dead!" Kairi kissed my cheek lightly and placed her hands over her mouth; she was almost in tears as she watched me walk out the room with my veil flowing behind me and my bouquet of yellow roses.
My ring is so beautiful. I can't stop looking at it. I love to take it off and put it back on, always smiling when I did. The inside of it had my and Riku's name, the date we got married, and a small paopu fruit carved in it. Jus
you secretly want her faults so
you can have something to say
you were like her, you have
something of hers. only
i think her faults skipped you
and went straight to me. i
like to collect things i'll
never touch again, collect thoughts
and collect pasts only to
stash them in the cupboard
so i dont open the doors.
its the silences in between
that makes me think of her. and
i think of her everyday
i do i do. i even started
wearing her pocket watch
again because it makes me
feel like im doing something
i know you deserved
half of me
remember the days i was
lonely and i was terrible and
i was mean and i was.
i was not your
i was not i was not and im
sorry, so so sorry.
you dont need to shout for
me to listen. i'll listen
even if you
whisper. even if you
say nothing at all.
i like to keep secrets and i
guess im like my grandma, li