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I remember when i was five,

my favourite place to be,
was not school or the playground,
it was my special willow tree.

I could climb it and sit on it,
it would even give me shade,
sitting under it on a hot day,
with my little bucket and spade.

When i was twelve I'll never forget,
climbing up to the top of the tree,
I fell, i slipped and hit my head,
I broke my arm in three.

My parents roared
"thats enough, were sick of that damn tree"
"its coming down tomorrow"
"no more climbing for you, you see!"

I got out of hospital the very next day,
and came home to see,
a little knee high tree stump,
where my willow used to be.

I cried for weeks and weeks,
now where will i be?
i have no where else to sit,
i miss my willow tree.

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

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.

When i was 3,
I had my dreams taken away from me.
My dad was gone, everything was wrong,
The only one I had was my struggling mom.
I came from a home with a sister and two brothers,
All we had was Top Ramon for supper.
How could something that felt so right turn so bad,
This is my past, falling down hill so fast.
My life was turned upside down,
Then my step dad came around.
Because of my shame, i caused him so much pain.
Now that my heart has slowly healed,
I regret the things i made him feel.
Now, in my heart, he'll always have a special place,
I really did miss his smiling face.

heart so cold winter born love and life soft as grey but torn away just to laugh but cry just a little bit of humble pie smile for me even when im just in misery love me now more then life as i feel i am empty looking for strangers hands to guide my way into happiness again

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.

Got nothin' to say, and I'm sayin' it now,Just toss me a pen and I'll show ya how, I fiddle and scribble, the whole day through..reeking havoc in class the way I do..I disrupt my class on a daily basis,Just to watch the looks on those tortured faces,Who voted me the one most likely to fail,To spend 99 years in the county jail,And my teacher, poor thing, such dedication!,since they tripled her dose of medication, In time I'd be silenced by divine intervention,She assures me in sobs to pitiful to mention,Yes, I'm Johnny be good in your wildest dreams,And you never know what tomorrow brings, I might stay home,or I could drag in late,But whichever I choose is a dreadful fate, For the class, the school, and the public at large,Who humbly kneel to Johnny in charge!

I am the king of the unwanted
That is the name I gave to me
I have everything that I need
With the broken promises you made to me

I am the king of waiting alone
The front porch step has become my throne
Where I wait for you patiently
Since you promised you would come back for me

And you lie for what you lack
Gave me the world only to take it back
And you lie for what you lack
I still feel my heart but only where it's cracked

I am the king of the left behind
Search for hours and all you'll find
In my kingdom there's no one else
Because you don't love me more than you love yourself

And you lie for what you lack
Your the reason my heart turned black
And you lie for what you lack
Took my heart away and you can never have it back

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.

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