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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 kid
Always cringing at your touch.

Of course you've had to beat her
Isn't that how all kids learn?
There wasn't time to talk to her
All that money you could earn!

She may be doing drugs you've heard
Where'd she learn that way to think?
Anyway you have to go
You're upset and NEED a drink.

There wasn't time to hug her
Or listen to her fears
When you did, she got a smack
She knew you can't stand tears!

It just doesn't seem to matter
How hard you work and try
Bad things still happen TO YOU
Now there's good cause to cry!

_____________________________KML

i hang my head and cry sometimes
thinking back i cant help it sometimes
scattered pieces of myself in sight
but I cant seem to pull the pieces together just right

echos of sorrow, memories of emptiness fill my mind
i learned to be disconnected, numb my cries
no one to look for me, alone every night
a struggle to hide the shame and pain from my eyes
so disconnected, i hide the truth with lies
lost my way, not knowing wrong from right
so many times i could have taken my life
but through Gods grace i'll pick up the pieces and let my light shine bright<3

Thinking about my past.
I would change everything.


We were so innocent... Was sacrifice the price we payed?
Back then we used to think eighteen was our magic number.


Just as children should we thought about swingsets and hide n seek.
Trying so hard to forget it all, we would long to grow up..


We would of course, So much faster than I would have ever thought.
Mistakes behind us and more to come.


Love may have past us or maybe it's up ahead.
We won't realize a thing.


It's such a shame we wasted nearly twenty years dreaming and not realizing it all.
If I could go back..If we all could go back.



We would change our past.
Everything.

He slips to sixty seven at mere fourty age. Into his childhood of pushed away an rage. A shaped partial future of getting to know. Miles an miles of past pushed aside then walking away you admitted her jus now. Back now to fourty's of reality mind that love in the future of mind will I find. Ever so present. . . . felt.

I want this poem to be finished
But I’ve got to start with it
I want my task be done perfectly
But mistakes, I can’t get away with

I want to stay up and awake
Yet, I can’t help but doze and sleep
I want my studies be through
But I’ve got to sweat and pursue

I want to hold onto my laughter
But I should get exhausted first
I want always to hang tight
But I lack courage to fight

I want to go reaching for the stars
But I have to keep my feet on the ground
I want to continue my singing
But there’s a need for a song to end

I want to be loved and be loving
But still my heart’s always left broken
Better be just myself, be with my pen
And let these thoughts and feelings be written.

There she stood
Slim tall and proud
Her deep smile
Could utter a crowd
She raised her arms
And looked around
Then down she went
In a single bound
When she submerged
With peirceing brown eyes
Focused on me
I had to say hi
She walked up to me
About to say hi
Then turned and left
Without a goodbye
An unforgetable moment
Never lost with time
She's with me forever
Forever's just fine
I wonder now
With the same sensation
Was she real
Or my imagination

There is an old story and it's likely not true, but I am still going to share it with you.

You see the old story went that if you wanted to catch yourself a little birdie, and I know that this is probably going to sound pretty nerdy, but they showed you could sneak up behind him before he could bail, and if you were quick enough pour salt on his tail.

The salt did something to him and he would not be able to fly, believe me to the cupboard I went to grab a shaker and give this a try. Oh I tried for more than one summer, but I could never get close enough to a bird and so it was a real bummer.

Then one day I realized it was just a silly cartoon, well believe me I felt like a bit of a loon. I did stop trying to sneak up on birds and their tails, but the metaphor reminds me of how my life sometimes derails.

Problems we have can feel like that salt on our own behind, keeping us down and weighing heavy on our mind, but salt can't stop a birdie from flying, same as my problems can't stop me if I just keep on trying.

Don't be like me and chase after birds salt shaker in hand, the fact of it is you will never leave land, fly like a bird is another metaphor not real, for humans can't fly so we just have to deal.

Dealing with the everyday stuff, believe me I know that road can be rough, watch out for your derriere is what I always say, don't let a birdie put salt on your tail, no way.

It's just a poem but it has real meaning, stay true to yourself is where this one is leaning. The problems we face are like salt in our shakers, life has it's givers and definitely it's takers.

Do what you have to, to keep your behind free and be hasty, of the little white grains that can make some food more tasty, but salt of this life can ruin something good, how much you use be careful you should.

I know this all started by me watching television a long time ago, but the meaning is here and it's something you should know. Life and the things that are thrown right in our faces, are just the everyday things that happen in all the places.

Next time you think you have it the worst, think of this poem and let the laughter just burst, imagine a kid with a shaker in hand, running around on his parents own land. Looking for birds to shake on their tails, the grains of the earth, now those ships have sailed.

Don't let this poem stop you from trying, if I see this myself I will laugh until I am crying. Not laughing at you or your task at the time, just laughing my butt off thinking about this rhyme.

So a cartoon inspired the words written here, no more salt on my tail, at least not this year. I am going to try like the wind blows, to take all my problems and send them a rose.

I figure it like this at times when I am stressing, the salt on my past tail was merely a blessing, you see at least I still have a tail to watch out for, it's lucky for me since that thing has been chewed just about right off before.

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

Do you remember me?
I have never forgotten
You; my first love,
My first kiss.

Our walks home from
School, holding hands,
Giggling, always smiling
At each other, making no
Sense to anyone, but
Ourselves.

How we parted when
We reached the empty
Lot that was my
Short cut home, we
Just stood there,
On the sidewalk
Facing each other and
Telling each other
How much we loved.

It was then I kissed you,
We both were shocked; but
We giggled even harder.
We said bye, I trudged the
Path that led to the street
I lived on, stopping every
Few feet, turning, calling your
Name and waving at you,
And you to me.

Until trees and other
Houses blocked my sight of you.
We were seven, in love for
Eternity.

Sadly, I cannot remember
The face nor name of
The woman that helped
In my journey to manhood;
You with dirty blonde hair,
And blue eyes shall be
In my mind to the day
And the moment I take
My last breath.

Alone she sits in her cold
Freezing room

Wondering to herself what she now should do

She stares at her doll,
That is naked and bare

And gets a pair of scissors, and cuts off its long beautiful hair

She pokes the dolls eyes out
And scribbles on its face
stabbing its body, out of pure hate

But she doesn't cry, lest anyone asks

Hey little girl, what are the secrets you have to mask?

Shhh she says, to the mutilated doll, don't shed one tear

For if you tell anyone I will hurt you more, and you will have, oh so much more to fear

so be strong my little doll, just for me

Because I all on my own always have to be



She hears footsteps coming and climbs into her freezing cold bed

Feeling even colder, as the bedroom door opens wide

Now Wishing and praying, that she was dead