I came into your life at such a young age, you were only a little girl.
You had to put your youth aside to raise a little girl.
You couldn't go out drinking & partying, responsibilities came into your life.
Such as a red headed little girl.
Throughout me growing up I've seen you at your weakest points in life.
At times it effected me a lot.
& other times it helped me be strong.
To not follow your mistakes as I grew up.
There were times in our life where we bumped heads almost all the time.
I said words that shouldn't have ever came out of a mouth from daughter to mother.
I apologize for that.
I want you to know that you have been an amazing mother to me & my siblings.
We've had rough patches together as a family.
But we all managed to get through it together as a family.
I just want to thank you.
For being my mother.
For raising your kids to be the strong people we are today.
For providing everything you have in my life.
& for giving me life.
I love you lots and Happy Birthday <3
Painted practice forgives the forward hand
Another man stands between the broken battalions
Caution slips underneath the tattered worn rug
And the apples and oranges rest naked and smug
The horizon stands poised neath a towering shrine
Wishing for salvation in an appetite of rhyme
And because there's no forgiveness for the weak or the rubbed
The one's left over have no need for the above
A cradle crosses the abstinent dream
Forgetting the difference between falseness and what's real
Pull apart your own fears, erupt sacred insecurities
Attack the dark with lighted candle and a roaring spark
Light across the window, cloud covers the moon
Reappeared faces make me strike another tune
Between the tide and the wave, sits a cap sized ship to heavy to move
The streets today are empty and how about you?
She moved like a serpent and spoke like a child
When the store owner's saw her, they all went wild
Two pair down wide and I've driven too many miles to cry
Why on this Earth is there rule you gotta' die -
Mountains peter past the fortunate blue
Of oceans to cross to peddle or bloom
Dead flowers rest on the graves of the dead
Birds lift their wings as they search for a bed
In a home where the mother grips every mention of moan
Parries a father to weak to address his crumbling tomb
See the spiraling trapeze spin and clap in tights
Even in dreams are we as forgetful as the vanishing night
They say that humans are compassionate and loving creatures, with a wide variety of emotions. Yet they also say humans are the most feared and horrible creatures on this planet. And all of these things were yet said by humans. What most people don’t say or tend to notice is that humans are full of oxymorons, hypocrisys, and failure. That may sound negative but it isn’t. If humans weren’t flawed then we wouldn’t be humans right? I believe those two most common perceptions of humans come from the two most commonly perceived personality types present in humans. You have the super happy-go-lucky type who believes the world is perfect and pure and no one wants to hurt each other. And then you have the extremely hateful cynical type. The people who have been hurt and stepped on and abused and feel they have every right to hate the world. But I think these two extremes are quite unfair to the majority of the population that is in the middle grey area. The reality is that the world is a mystery and treats every human differently with different experiences, just as all humans are different from each other. It’s quite beautiful, that grey area. You never really know what’s going to happen in the middle and its exciting.
Everywhere you go I am right behind you
that thing you look at when you day dream and stare
I'm the director behind all of your nightmares.
I keep you company when you're all alone
I watch over your house when no one is home
I'm the person that calls you and immediately hangs up
that stranger in the halls that never looks up
I'm the voice in your head you try to deny exist
the handsome prince transformed into a frog waiting for a kiss
I'm the choice you never made when you second guess
I'm the right answer you didn't circle on the test
I look over your shoulder as you gaze at your screens
the person you've never seen that appears in your dreams
I'm all of your evil thoughts and deed that no one knows about
you think are safe inside your mind until I help them come out
We have more in common that you may think
Welcome to Hell! Let's have a drink!
Plenty of poems from broken hearts who got loved then dumped.
Women writing poems about wanting a man back after he dirty dogged her.
Don't take rocket scientist to know something wrong with that picture.
Clue to men who ain't going to stay put even if he put a ring on it.
He's flirting with everything in a skirt, He ain't attentive after he hit it,
You gotta be the one always calling, He don't call unless he wants to hit,
He gets defensive when you want to know why he wasn't where he said he'd be.
Those are signs he's c-h-e-a-t-i-n-g and so are the ones coming up.
You catch him in lies and he makes you think your losing it.
He closes window of his computer when you enter the room.
All his is password protected and he wont tell you his passwords.
He's getting and receiving text messages he wont let you read.
He leaves the room when he gets a call.
If you answer his phone you get hang ups, phone rings until he answers.
He wont let you meet his friends or his family.
He starts arguments so you wont go with him when he leaves.
Men don't get pissed cause I'm ratting you out. Read one too many
heart break poems to be sorry for truth telling on my gender.
Men think about sex when they not having it.
If he don't want to hit it he's hitting it else where.
Coming up is ones to skip and avoid.
You can skip the ones who look at your cleavage and not your eyes.
You can skip the ones who live with mamma.
If he wants you to hurry up and quit talking or makes you feel like you
can't do nothing right, skip him too ladies or you gonna be crying
your eyes out over him.