Kids I longed to be
Husband and wife standing hand in hand, watching their new edition stand. welcoming his new times with broken words, Planning deeds which will take him a step towards, Winning the hearts of surrounding others. Trying to anticipate what they sa
listening to...
In the 40's and 50's. people took in foster children to pay their house note. Little consideration was given to the child as long as the parents met to minimum requirements. Food, clothes, and a place of shelter, much the same as a dog was given. I write this to expel some of the lingering pain, and to share what it use to be like as a ward of the state. That documentary has never been done, but I believe it would be horrific.
dune and dawn of an island
instant love fragrance...
His Eyes
i made this in 7th during our poetry unit. its basically that someone's brother made/makes his mother cry everyday, and one day, he got so sick of her cry, that he just got up and left.
I REMEMBER
THIS IS NOT A POEM. I WROTE THIS TO SHOW HOW SPECIAL GOD, MY FAMILY, AND MY LIFE IS TO ME!
The Gingham Dress
This poem is about my mom. She grew up in a half horse hamlet called YThe Narrows in New Hampshire she only had 2 dresses and they were gingham, The poem says the rest.
Red Balloons
Watching neighbor letting balloons fly for her deceased son's birthday.
Reading as a Child
“The greatest tragedy of the family is the unlived lives of the parents.” - C.G. Jung
The Ocean
My young ears hear the sound in the night It is my first night The rhythmic rush and pound and the quiet churn surrounds me The window, cracked open slightly brings in the cold fume of the salty air Each breath is soothing and I fall asleep
WHEN 2 STARS MEET
TREAT EACH ONE AS IF THEY WERE A STAR!
Never say never
Lol nothing much I just felt I could drop some lines. :D
time
Time is a rule, maybe a ruler, don't be fool, school, cool
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
Fast Away
Fast away when time was gold When daybreak a new story to be told When life was pure and my mind was clear And thses words had I not heard anyone say But now say I And almost cry Fast Away Fast away when steps I took When tomorrow came a
A Child's Christmas
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all CS folks! Please remember the Children!
Man of My Dreams
I had a dream When I was small I’d watch it play out Against the wall Though he came As if a stranger There never was A lasting danger Excitement then He did invoke And when he left My heart was broke The dreams they left With chil
Poet to Poet 1/14/15
Poet to Poet early morning/ darkness/ Poet, old bag of bones upside down, what are you searching for in poetry, in meditation? the mother you never had? the c
Deck chair for hire.
The hired out lampshade poem jogged my memory of a hired out deck hair,
PAISLEY
This is a children's book i wrote please leave me feedback