Darkest rose in the garden
I stand alone I fight away the weed that grew up with me It wraps around me tight Don’t let go... day or night No matter how I try, I’m too weak to fight But when my garde
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Saw my sons facebook page status update this morning..... I tried to be a good mom.. I got away from the abuse I thought in time.. I just screwed up both our lives. God I love him.. Im trying to think and come up with solutions.. I have none.
Mom on the Street
turns another corner of tables and tricks, chasing alley dreams of drinks and fix; another john hustle, smile and wink- my, how your boy has grown taller I think. not since Cleveland but don't you see, tomorrow's another daddy
Island of misfit boys
I love to sleep because i pretend that i'm dead, but i hate waking up, 'cause it's hard to forget that i've lost all control of this life that i've held so dear. I wait for the bus but i'm not on the bench. I'm just spread across the ground making fr
A Cry Out
abuse in every manner possible caused by my biological mom and her boyfriends. She was an alcolholic abusive mom. I have just come to terms with this. Poem and letter to her maybe she will admit what she did
"TELL ME THERE"S A HEAVEN"
These words of "Chris Rea" from the record "Tell me theres a heaven" listen to the record!! and cry with me.
"Don't you wish"
just wishing....
"GOOD PARENT"
You say you're a good parent Though your daughter's on the street. You paid for things, a roof and clothes She never lacked for stuff to eat. You ask, "How can she do this?" To YOU , when you've given so much! It's just not FAIR, ungrateful k
Pain
I just can't think, I'm losing control, The pain that's inside, Cuts straight to my soul, Deep, dark and empty, Tired of living in sin, My mind starts to wonder. Where should I begin? Should I start as child, When my step-dad used to beat
* Illusions *
I used to believe in illusion.. there was a time when I would close my eyes and believe that the stars were shining only for me I would carry my illusions with me, as if they were a child in a womb imagining.. that with their birth I'd know complete
2 kids.....
Hanzel and Gretel you see lost their way and found a place of humility. They did not know where their home was or even why this had happened to them only that their father had always been a friend. They came upon a house as sweet as
I wish I had a Caveat
About a book I wrote
Losing Control
I jsut can't think I'm losing control The pain that's inside Runs straight to my soul Deep, dark, and empty Tired of living in sin My mind starts to wonder Where do I begin When when my dad would beat me Or should I be 18
Dad
well my dad left when i was young and i think alot of people can relate to this, i suppose i wrote this poem to consolidate the occasion to express the feelings with no anger involved :).
One in a Crowd
Just thoughts that came to mind
In Search of Jack Frost
As a child I looked for Jack Frost with my parents so this is in Christmas remembrance.
God loves me
Just read it
Once upon a black sheep
"Do you remember, when I was six, you told me I was a mistake" you miscarried before me, but I took their place... "you made it clear right from the start, my life would not be easy, your words of resent, so true and so stark" "you beat me
The Gods of Prospect Road
This one is about growing up.
Terrified Teen (Please Notice Me)
It was hard being a teenager and in resent events a young teen took, her life from the pressure of cyber bullies in the northwest suburbs of Melbourne. In addition, it made me think to what it was like back in my teens and how hard it would be in today’s social tech world for teens.
School days past
this was Inspired by a Irish lass thank you
Broken Dreams (Part 1)
How can it be right when never shown the light? In a time in his so called prime told do as I say not as I do He’s just the problem child, he’s just so wild He begs for help but he says he is fine He was told grow up, get over it, it will pass H
Playtime
Having been raised in foster care, I thought writing about it might bring a new perspective. As with most of my poetry, what it did was bring some peace of mind
Childhood Memories
Thinking back to long summer days when life was simpler and pleasures more appreciated.
my favorite color
dawn melts the yellow sun as i sit in in a world of new imagination the yellow sky follows me into night i wonder through dreams of yellow clouds with yellow birds and when i wake up i feel the yellow sun stare into my soul as i walk down the streets
ten mile jump
Little boy thoughts of what's hiding under the bed, when it's time for lights out an sleep. :)
My Old Friend
A little nostalgia for the girl next door.
Rock Me to Sleep
Written by Elizabeth (Akers) Allen. 1832–1911
Paperboys day
Memories of Youth
child's lullaby
Stay awake tonight till the mornin light don't rest upon your bed though your pillow is soft and deep your not as sleepy as you seem stay awake dont nod and dream stay awake dont nod and dream
Little Mary Bottle : Part 2
Twas a beautiful day in Cutesville as beautiful as could be. And little Mary Bottle was cheerful as cheerful could be. Today was the day that Mary most desired, today was the day of the pageant to pick "Best Child" of Cutesville this year. The p
Only the Dark
Wind tapping on windowpane dark shadows drift near First fright Child it will be alright Its only just a starless night all will be well come morning light
Growing Up
Well the memory is still vivid of long ago and the spirit is still strong of thought, although slightly creaking just a few lines of a scene that fleeced itself from time.
Little Mary Bottle : Conclusion
The little boy from the other side of town raised his head and looked around. All the town folk and the judges of course, were looking at him. Looking at him with expectation on their faces, please try little boy they seemed to be saying. A spar
crazy world
crazy world
raceday
my son was 10 when he wrote this
A Childs Wish
childhood flashback (no offense)
Hundred year old horse
start of a novel if I had the energy
"LIFE'S LESSONS"
Sat on her lap till age eight or above, my mother taught me how to love. Sunrise sunset not afraid of the dirt my father taught me how to work. "Dont back down, when your right, your right" my grandma taught me how to fight. "God comes first every da
Leave me alone
this poem i dont need to explain its meaning however just to say where i wrote where she doesnt tell and her tears are her own, i wrote that only because its reality, so many school kids keep to themselfs to deal with what they think is THEIR problem when its not, its everyones really in knowing how school bullying can be solved.
Porch Swing
a friend from here on CS asked me to write about where i was from and he did the same! this came from the core of my upbringing. please send some feeedback
Break The Chains
Life of a foster child