Krystle Duke
Krystle Duke
2 days ago

Is there a place beyond broken
A place where all the more than broken souls live
Is it dark there
Is it cold there
Is it a place you can leave
A place you want to leave
Or is it a place you are used to
A place you call home

Sometimes no matter how much you love someone and how much you tell them that, it' hard to reach them.
#broken   #life   #family  
Roopali
Roopali
3 days ago

I was exhausted of sitting in the car,
In traffic jams at noon.
Travelling a distance too far
In an attempt to reach soon.

Glad I was home when I expected,
I started telling my Mum about the day.
I continously blabbered,
Not giving her any chance to say.

As I was done speaking,
She asked if I could come with her,
"Sorry, I can't", I  said after thinking,
Shopping isn't something that makes me feel better.

"It's the grocery to be bought", she said,
Hoping that I might budge ,
I denied again,
And so she struck a bargain:
"I was thinking we could have sweet buttermilk."
I heard without lifting my head,
and with a child-like grin, I began to trudge.

I can control my desires well,
But I am a foodie with a sweet tooth.
I'd be in heaven, I can surely tell,
If I have book, couch and food.

"Choose a shop before we are way past it,
It was fun today", she said, smiling.
Isn't this what we live for?
It is the time we spend, and not the lure.
I was unknowingly overcome with guilt,
And we reached home, while I was still thinking.

21 March, 2017
#love   #life   #family   #negotiation  
Ryan Long
Ryan Long
3 days ago

Lord I come to you with my jar of tears, though I've lost count through the years

I know you have every one counted and numbered, every tear whether awake or while I slumbered

Lord I cry, this one thing I ask, and is it really too much a task?

To be unconditionally loved by one so dear, and to have someone to go through life and to be near

All I desire is to be a husband and a father, to love one woman and never another

To raise up my children in your holy word, even when to the world it's so absurd

Father, I cry, my heart does weep, please my desires allow me to keep

For I thought I was there many a time, but always was cast out feeling my worth less than a dime

My heart is so broken I don't know what to do, Father do you hear my words when I cry out to you?

Lord I wait on you... I know your timing is best, please grant me peace and give my heart some rest

I wrote this poem before I met my fiance and was starting to wonder if I would ever get married and have a meaningful relationship.
#love   #life   #pain   #future   #god   #sorrow   #family   #marriage   #desires   #wife  
Laura Enright
Laura Enright
3 days ago

I was bothered by the idea of it
but dared not speak up —
I was afraid I'd upset my mother.
Her heart was set on moving back to her childhood home,
even if it meant giving up our one.

I thought about it a lot,
a date set two years in the future
but imminent all the same.
I thought about
no longer leaving a spare key
beneath the rusted bucket in the shed,
the porch wouldn't belong to us anymore
where the sun shines in, especially on a Sunday morning.

The attic no longer filled with our old castaway toys,
even when we try to explain that when we remember them,
they make us feel like kids again.
Whoever moves in here to this bungalow in the country,
the new inhabitants could never possibly know
of what went on inside these four walls,
and if these walls could talk
they'd say they miss us.

They saw two newly-weds raise a family
and the first time she got a letter addressed to Mrs.
There will be dust under the family portraits in the hall,
the pale yellow paint is dull under the photographs
of a wedding, a confirmation, a degree from UL,
a poster with our names on it advertising a musical,
boxed and packed away.
They must hang in another house, on another day.

Happy World Poetry Day!
#home   #family   #childhood  
Luiz Syphre
Luiz Syphre
3 days ago

And because of that...because there was a time when together we'd
bathed under  the sun. always we'd sum a 4...close nit,  like God's children in birthday suits, we were together didn't have a care but only US! the sum of always 4 together, what a perfect, that number always was to us.  There was this time that we would bind, bind close with our kids together and we'd be loved by the same smile, soo much love from our Son, from that ONE smile for both of us to share, it was enough that smile because together we showered him with soo much love honey!

There was that time, that we'd together celebrate that time - your birthday HONEY! and that time was the finest of the happy times, now turn my contorded face holding back the flood...that flood that will forever, thruout time be there for you to flow with a smile.  There, that time wife, oh how my face contorts when once you'd make it smile, that time...a long time ago but yesterday.

treacherous reminis! on what was once a happy day for you, for us, for the perfect four of us... of this time my  love,  we both shared under the missle tree sweetheart, on that your favorite holiday sweet face, soo beautiful that holiday with four of us, now that holiday forever ends with four of YOU, but DONT FORGET ME! AS THE FLOODS FOR ME NOW OPEN!  WHEN YOU SIT UNDER OUR FAVORITE JOSUA TREE!

THERE, NOW THE PERFECT FOUR OF YOU, ILL BE THE ONE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN.....

Happy  Birthday my Love.

self - explanatory, written on the fly, unreheared, uncorrected and from the bottom of my heart....BITCH!
#love   #sad   #hate   #loss   #family   #brithday  
Amy Irby
Amy Irby
4 days ago

In the months before my wedding,
I searched for a special perfume
high and low, sampling scents,
making everyone crazy with
"What do you think of this one?"
My reason for obsessing was this:
to smell this fragrance
and be instantly taken back to the day I married
the man that I love; my best friend.
Because scents can trigger memories.
When we smell, the scents and odors around us
get routed through our olfactory system
which, in short, is closely connected
to the regions of the brain
that handle our memories and emotions

So one day, I opened a package
which held one of many, many, samples I purchased inside.
with notes of gardenia, jasmine, rose and a personal favorite, violet leaf - I thought I would enjoy it
however, this small vial held more than I ever expected.
I removed the stopper, and took a big whiff...

A warm floral scent, with a soapy musk, a slight spice and fruity notes
Suddenly, without any warning...
I was in a small, white bedroom, with two twin beds
a table between them, and on top, the lamp filled with shells.
The window with lacey curtains.
The two small shelves on the right wall with trinkets -
the dolls at the foot of the bed by the door
I could see the closet, with all the special clothes
the ones us grandkids wore to play dress up
and there, in the middle of everything, was the vanity.
That special vanity we couldn't touch, but secretly did
I could see the old makeup on top the warm stained, wooden vanity with the big mirror,
and the little bench
which sitting on made you feel so special.
In the middle of the memory,
I could smell it... this perfume
I knew it wasn't the same, but it smelled exactly like that room
like her...
like my grandma

I could almost hear her in the kitchen, yelling behind the closed door
"You kids better not get in my stuff!"
she always let us play in that special room
   that little bedroom, once shared by siblings
always mad when we played with her things,
but she never stopped letting us play in that room

I remembered where I was,
and felt the wet tears in my eyes
But I kept smelling... (inhale)
hair rollers, and combs
doilies and the sandwich cookies
her black as night coffee and how she drank it at all hours
the giant backyard, and how it seemed to stretch for miles - a place to get lost and have adventures
the clothesline we would always hang off of,
   for which we always got into trouble
the kitchen island, and the barstools
   grandma always got on to us about kicking our short legs and marking up her cabinets
the special character cups collected over the years
that were for just us kids to drink from
I can see all the fridge magnets,
pictures and trinkets of all the places she and grandpa had been - all the places they planned to go
I remember Christmas, and the tree shaped birthday cake for Jesus
how she made us sing Happy Birthday to Jesus
and the mice, oh the mice
   only Grandma, only Leila James
   would collect figurines of something she was afraid of

I remember where I am, in my room
but I can smell her perfume
and can hear her sass and her jokes
   I can hear her speaking the colorful language of a sailor
I remember the weeks we stayed with grandma and grandpa, when a hurricane took our home
   In all the frustration and heartbreak
   she told me it was rough, but I needed to be strong

I remember when I am
I remember that she has too slowly forgotten
No matter how strong the will
the mind does not remember
but I will remember, my small piece
I know so many others knew her better than me
We all remember when she began to forget
She started asking all of us grandkids
"When are you getting married?"
and now I know I can't look in the aisles and see her face

I never thought I would be without a grandmother on my wedding day
I never really thought I would ever get married
But I certainly never imagined being without three-fourths of a generation

I remember the night I wrote these memories down
the day she died, a day that was strange,
a day that I knew hurt her husband and children,
a day I knew she was finally at peace.
I remember the decision I made that night...
When I smell this fragrance, I smell her
maybe it only smells like her to me
I know if she were here, that is how she would smell
standing next to me in pictures
and telling me to shrink down because I was taller than her
On my wedding day, I want to know the ones I have lost are present in spirit
I want to wear my grandma's perfume

March 20th, 2017 - My grandmother, my mother's mother, passed away after a long struggle with Alzheimers. This poem is for her, my mom and grandpa.
#love   #death   #loss   #wedding   #family   #memory   #perfume  

I say sad words
with a contented voice
Smile when i cry
Cry when i laugh
Will anybody
hear my call?
Call for help

Im in here.
#friends   #sad   #life   #lonely   #alone   #help   #family   #miss   #call   #anybody  
ali
ali
4 days ago

i am so sorry
about your loss.
i am so sorry
about your heartache.
i am so sorry
about everything.
this is not how a romantic story is supposed to conclude.
i am so sorry
that the doctors couldn't save you.
i am so sorry
that the bed is empty.
i am so sorry
because you were the glue.
i am so sorry
because you were far too optimistic
your heart was too full
your spirit was too high
for everything not to fall
apart around us
in the way that only a death this sudden can -
ripping everything in its path
to shreds -
rippling like a wave
my father crying in an italian restaurant,
kneeling at the edge of the bed and praying
pretending that i do not hear
the crack in my father's voice,
or the shaking grip my mother has on my hand.
if god exists,
i think he's a sadist.

rip stephanie
march 18 2017
Delta Swingline
Delta Swingline
4 days ago

Most of my life is a forgotten cliffside. There's nothing you can really do about it, it's just the consequence you pay for being alive.

I don't remember a lot of my childhood. I can remember my schools, my friends, my parents, my teachers. But I don't remember my sisters. Only my brother, the little boy carrying the family name on his shoulder blades... But he is not ready for that.

As for my sisters... I do not officially "know them" until they begin to leave. I was 11 when they started leaving my house, and 13 when they started re-entering my life.

There is no excuse for arriving late to my life crisis. But what crisis is there anyway?

I grew up alone.

Sisters too old, brother too young, parents too protective.
And me...

Too eager to run through the halls of my early life, and high school is not what I expected the years to be. But I am still here... alive.

And there will always be that to hold on to when the sky falls from the stars that pin up the rest of the universe.

Or the the clouds fall from the blue sky just before that cliffside collapses into the abyss.

This is the artistry that is my life on a power surge. Feeling the shock of the first kiss, and the break of the last word.

The many voices, and single sayings. The before and after. The push and then the fall.

The feeling of all my memories being shot.

But not killed.

This is the joy of living off of the electric tower... or the Eiffel tower.

This is life made wild, love made public, friends made family, me made whole again.

Me surviving the cliffside fall for the 378th time this week.

Safety nets were never written in the fine print of this circus act.

But this feeling can kill as much as it can save. It is, and always will be a cosmic shot across the front of my skull...

Opening my mind into eternity. Until I decide to go back to that cliffside...

Again.

Let me put everything back together.
#friends   #sacrifice   #thoughts   #family   #was   #is   #lettinggo   #cosmic   #cliffs   #hasbeen  
Talia Grace
Talia Grace
5 days ago

I've always hated watching the people I love suffer
Like watching paint dry I knew what the result would be, and I just couldn't bear to watch it
Sometimes I'd try to cheer them up
Run my fingers through their hair or place a kiss on their head
But it's never enough

I've always hated watching the people I love go through painful times
It's like watching someone die slowly and knowing... There's nothing you can do
Every time you try to help it seems you push them further
Like they're running from you, because you're the problem

I've always hated watching the people I love care about me
Because I always feel like I can never fully return every thing they deserve to them
Like holding a hug for too long or watching as clouds roll over a perfectly sunny day
Knowing that there's rain on its way in but no one will notice until it's too late

I've always hated watching the people I love suffer
Because I feel like I'm the reason it all began
And the only way for them to be happy
Is for me to say goodbye

I'm sorry... For everything
#love   #friends   #hiding   #family   #lifeless  
 
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