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A wise old women, she once said You' re not, the first and you won't, be the last If he loves you, he'll be happy to know To offer comfit to the lass, in her time of woe Shotgun wedding, the name...
I felt in my soul, in my heart, a desire to break free, a desire to pursue what I wanted. What I wanted was simple, but in this simplicity there was confusion, pain, even challenges and complications.
"we'll accept you for whoever you are" I'm here but I'm not barely there Christmas Eve dinner with the family I have to cover my arms cuts cover it 45 sharp cuts 5 small scratches I have to take my...
Two jobless spongers Ignorant to the life they lead Ones shooting up crack The other shotting speed What else do they need.
She found anger and disbelief He found love in his release Late night loving caused her grief He found out she wasn't pleased Yeah, she found comfort in a strangers arms While he found sanctuary in...
Sometimes I think I'm going crazy, I know it sounds like a cliche , But I'm being deadly serious , I have to question this.
Seeing my aged grandmother, Age still; Smiling at me Kindly Seeing her loop conversations Till I smile back at her wryly It breaks me to see this now; She seemed so strong, endless wit And here she...
Brother put your needles down the best thing for you is to leave this awful town. Pretty soon you'll have kids to feed. If you see mother tell her I can sing. Please don't worry, I am doing fine.
This poem was inspired by Mark Twain's "War Prayer". With a painful lurch the stranger came into the room, And cast his eyes about into the darkness and the gloom.
Do we all make the same universal mistakes in love and war. Do we know more now then ever before.
What did you do when you was young and new. Did you know what you was about to do, What you was getting yourself into. Did you set out with something to prove.
Why do we all run just to stand still. Looking down on the summit of manmade hills.
First woman down was your mother She did condone how you behave All you could see was your father His disrespect was in her face Next woman down was your sister Her silence did corroborate She...
An evil, venomous bitch That's all you'll ever be Spouting lies and causing trouble You better stay away from me Although your just a coward, You try and act superior, like you've won A sheep in a...
Caution: Brutal Language M entally and legally insane Y ou define bipolar to a T M ay be institutionalized at any time O bviously chronic depressive M y mom.
I'm only family when it suits you, This used to burn a little inside, But I stopped caring long ago, When you've got the devil for your father, You learn to toughen up your bones.
Your presence it hovers, the elephant in the room, I sit silently while inside I fume. You left my grandma, soon after you were wed, All along you'd had another woman in bed.
I was there: Afghanistan, with the mujhagidine. I remember gaunt-looking soviet soldiers inhaling short drags of cheap cigarettes with blankets of snow bedding down great mountains.
Part 1: Only 1 week until my little sister will be born, the father, he is long gone. My father was in hospital with lung cancer the day i was born, the last things he said were Brittany and Summer.
Beautiful victorian home. Walls made of stone. Outside a lions gate, & lovely bench. Roses blooming, window overlooking the garden. An old woman stands, hands clenched.
The curse of my family Must be repeated. Passed on for generations, Is everyone seated. It was a stormy night, Winds howled and roared, There was a knock on the door, And it had to be ignored.
Note - This is an over-lapping story to my previously published story called "Oak". Although not a direct follow on, it may have more context once you have read that.
Shaking myself, I read on. Each sordid detail of this house's inky past revealed before me...
Today I found out my Granddads dead My mums lying in bed Beating herself up Over and over saying he must of been lonely He's been dead for some time Only discovered now A profound alcoholic...