Childhood Poems (355)

up the dark hallways/down the blank stairs /through rotted doorways nobody cares. down forgotten side streets walking in despair. looking for someone but nobodys there. searching in the darkness trying to find a friend but never finding anyone is this how it will end?

I went outside one morning to play

I met a man who said good day

You had eggs for breakfast today

Would he know this? I said No Way

How could you know this I pray?

Because it's all over your face!

The wheels of the mind move around and around
Like a ship on an ocean heading southward bound
The destination is set but the route unsure
As our minds first thoughts must be so pure.

We instill in our minds throughout our lives
The routes to travel like bees to their hives
But what we dont know is we set and distort
From a child to an adult we try to learn to sort

The lies and untruths that are said in our age
Are put their to try and protect like a cage
Parents truly beleive that they are doing their best
But it is later in life that we are put to the test.

For as we grow older and we duly find
No need for such rubbish thats stuffed in our mind
If we could only remember to sort out what we really need
Only then can we become a most peaceful breed.

The world as we know it will soon be exchanged...
Replaced with a world that's so beautifully arranged...
Estranged they were lost, their parents deranged...
Yet found themselves willing to change...

The purest of heart they're unwilling to fight...
Resistance of hate is their purest delight...
Soon there will be no more wars or contentions...
Just give them the proper attention....

So many days have come and
gone, still no word from him..
She wrapped her pink blanket
tightly around her and rocked
back and forth
'Where is he, she sobbed?'I need
him so much.'
She had marked X's on her calendar
for all those lost and lonely days,a
wrenching eighteen months without
his hugs and the way he'd twirl her
around the room..
She picked up pen and paper and
drew picture after picture of all those sunny
days and fun walks in the park
The days dragged on which turned
into more months
Not even a letter! 'Did something
happen to him she gasped?'
It's not like him to stay away for
so long..'
Overcome with grief, she just decided
to take a long walk in the rain
She put on her boots and twirled her little
red umbrella kicking through puddles as
she went
Just then the town bus slowed
to a stop and amidst the pouring
rain a man emerged from the bus
with a cane and limp
She stood there in total
disbelief
It was him!
It was daddy home from
the war!
He dropped his cane holding
his arms wide and his little nine
year old girl squealed with joy
'I was hurt and in the hospital
darling and my strength to poor
to write
He pulled a stack of his
little girls letters from his
nap sack and said, 'You
kept me alive my precious..
Let's go home..'

Ohh... The Birthday Candles
You-Better-Make-It-Fast->
You Got To Blow So Many,
How Will You Make It Last?

crazy world crazy world crazy world crazy world crazy world crazy world crazy world crazy world crazy world

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 me?
Or, should I be 18,
When I thought love always escaped me?
I'd never known happiness,
Or felt loves truest form,
Now deep in my mild,
Rages a violent storm.

Lingering within the confines of my subconscious, they still remain.
Pieces of faded pictures from past occurrences seem as though they took place in someone else's life.

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

When love always escapes

I've never known happiness

Or felt loves truest form

Now deep in my mind

Rages a violent storm