My Mum!
@littlekitten. My mums comes across as a nag,. But she's got it in the bag,. She's kind and caring thoughtful too,. She cheers me up when I am blue,. When I was little she'd play with me,.
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@littlekitten. My mums comes across as a nag,. But she's got it in the bag,. She's kind and caring thoughtful too,. She cheers me up when I am blue,. When I was little she'd play with me,.
She was taken from her mothers arms, did she have no other choice. just a baby in her arms, an innocent with no voice. To a mother so confused, was all of the truth told.
As a little girl, I went in,. To my mothers room which beheld a tin,. And inside this tin was secret galore,. All the make up my mama wore,. Bright red lippy and powder puff,.
Every night just before three year old Amie closed her eyes and fell asleep her mother would sing a lullaby. "Sleep now my dearest love. What I treasure most is you. Dream of a pretty white dove.
#emotion/fear You're spreading your wings into this big wide world. I watch you walk out the door, keys in hand and I remember how you twirled.
#emotion #jealousy. She was a new kind of bitterness. Twisted and confrontational in unhappiness. She hated her self and liked to let others know. She could never find peace wherever she'd go.
"Please don't leave me!" Tilly was sobbing, clear tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why. You treat me like I don't have feelings.
I sat on the unevenly carved, stone bench and picked at the loose rubble. It was the darkest, deepest black I had ever seen. It reminded me of the empty feeling I had inside of me.
I pulled away and looked into her eyes. She pursed her lips and sipped her coffee. "Are you ready?" I whispered. Mum nodded slowly and sipped again.
My little girl. I named her Karma. Little did I know. About a karma. I was young then. And I saw it in a dream. "You'll have a girl. And Karma is her name". I love her so. She is such a show.
I remember sneaking into your room, Trying your high heeled shoes, Just to feel like you, I remember feeling oh-so tall, Although the chance I could fall, Didn't matter at all.
"I'm proud of you. Have I ever told you that?". My thoughts say once. My eyes stare back. You break down. I've seen you do it. So many times. Its truly sad. I lend my hand. You give it a squeeze.
#acorn (one of my first heartfelt pieces) When we met I was just a girl my head full of nothing but music dance, and getting a thrill.
I've always been a fan of Lewis Carroll's "Alice in Wonderland" and this is a poem I wrote when I was younger inspired by his tale.
All the girls they can afford The Superdry dresses and Gucci shoes. I don't know crap about brands For me it's all bad news I'd rather spend my money On things that are worthwhile.
(This is purely fictional) (457 Words) Description: A Young troubled teen girl confronts the killer of her mother in a drunken accident, her former best friend.
I glanced at the long black dress that mum was holding up. “No, I told you, no black!” “Why!” It would look so pretty on you, come on, at least try it on?” My mum pleaded.
“Honey. Come here and give your mother a cuddle!” I pulled both my bag and Jason into my mothers flat and gave her a hug.
For the last 2 years i have been dreading each day until one day where the dreading stoped. So did part of me.
Roller | coaster | toaster boaster | Roaster | Opuss-poster | foster | lost-her| Searching | perching | lurching | sPlUUUrching| Healing | feeling | seeing | unbelieving | Searching more| Got a...
It feels like days, but I'm pretty sure it's only been a few hours. My mind is going crazy and there is a pulse throbbing at the side of my head.
No mater how much I thought I could prepare myself, I was wrong. The prospect of my mother actually dying had taken on a whole new perspective. The doctors told us she had three months to live.
. 1 Every full moon the Mountain of Wishes was welcoming people from all over the world to make their wishes come true. There were rules, of course. One person - one wish.
In the dark her eyes shone, as pure as moonlight, Within her small pale hands, she held tight; A silver locket, covered in twining swirls, And on the face, lay three crystal pearls.