Not all depressed cut, Not all sad shed tears, Not all strong fight, Not all monsters roar, Not all young are innocent. Some just work harder to maintain a mask. We are here, And you have reason to fear, We are the best liars, We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash. Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
With hasty fervor was I summoned to a home It was thought that a young girl did roam Away she went on her feet Or did someone take her in a van?
The children in the street they did report That the girl was dragged away by a man of a sort I checked the home even under the beds Under the covers where kids hide; the closets too
My counterpart and I got the whole story But our guts told us something wasn’t right In the kitchen we quickly discussed The rapidly changing story of the kids outside
There was something wrong Something not right, the feeling was palpable We double checked all places for a sleeping child Then glanced through the back window with fright
A pool. We became overcome with dread The officers and mother swore they checked the pool They said that they were sure she wasn’t in the deep But trust nothing and look for yourself is a saying to live and work by
Chuy and I stood at the pool The water was not nearly clear enough For us to rule out the unthinkable We both peered from side to side
I saw a dark spot that seemed to be a drain At the deep end of the pool did I bend And stared ever intently at the drain The drain started to move, ever so slightly, with the waves
Chuy confirmed what I thought I saw A sick pall did upon us fall I grabbed the long net And commenced a long haul
I felt the spot heavy on the net While officers searched for a kidnapper Which was accorded by the kids The mother thought we were wasting time
As I pushed the heavy To the shallow end of the pool I saw her four-year-old body “****,” I thought, bring the lieutenant
We drew straws to jump in To fetch the poor child To return her to her mother I lifted her out and wrinkled she was
Too late to revive, too dead Now how to tell the mother So we braced her for her fall She saw her baby stiff and wrapped
A toy floated by As mom she hurtfully cried We brought the EMT’s They saw she was too far gone
Called off the troops Squeezed the water from my pants The officers and mother could not understand How they missed the little tot
Our feeling, unfortunately correct A mother’s life wrecked It’s tough to pull a child from the water And a toy in the pool floated innocently by
I teach her to paint flowers. I play cards with her. I wheel her outside in her wheelchair. In the warm, sunny air. I show her I care. While my dear mother in Heaven looks down and smiles. I smile too. And then. Shed a tear.
My beloved mother always wanted me to work with the elderly. This poem is for her. I miss you, Mom.
Let me sit here and let life go by me and finally I'll be forgotten left to be ash on the side of the road stepped on like I always was no value, no worth no one to care so end this, please let go and forget Why wouldn't you give up on me? I'm just a rock in your way so kick me to the side and go away before I ruin everything like I always do
As the raven's shadow eclipsed the sun I trembled with doubt for my beliefs. I wished I knew hidden truths gods are privy to and I'll die in ignorance again. Once more I claw beneath dignity in search of a captain's beauty with wild hair and a member of my church. What will come of our bent knees?
Pray. Hear the beat of our hearts in a symphony. We might fail to bury the grief. We might find who we've spent our lives looking for. Peace.
Don't tell me you love me. I am a free spirit, not to be tied down. I am a magi of the earth - an apostle to the ebb and the flow.
Don't tell me you love me when you do not know the words that leak inside my head, when you cannot look into my eyes and read whats going on, when you cannot understand that I am woman - not object, not, possession not yours
Don't tell me you love me. If you loved me, you'd let me go
it’s a beautiful thing this day and age with bubbling permafrost with drug-resistance with obesity treatments with technological advancements with scientific discoveries with silent wars with blue lava with bleeding glaciers with divorce with sensitivity with my generation of people believing this new generation is completely and utterly clueless as a common occurrence
but let’s think about what these kids are into nowadays.
let’s think about who invented these inane things for the kids.
my generation of people.
so the kids of today are the ones who are ****** for liking the things that we’ve created?
I’m sorry but we have to be the ones who are obtuse for believing such things, oblivious for not realizing them and showing the world we have little or no imagination anymore.
the generation before us has lied to us and thought us to lie to the generation after.
whether it’s the gods or holidays or what not.
the youth of the today are autonomous. they can not take responsibility for their actions nor do they understand and just go along with the trends, much like, all the generations before them but we need a scapegoat to cover up our own farce implementations.
the truth of the matter is.. we’re all a little vacuous in our own way especially the ones with an answer for everything. living in an imperfect world where there’s always room for improvement nothing for us or against us wrapped up in our congratulatory self-contradictory and illogical theories and as useless as exploding appendix.
the lost generation the interbellum generation the silent generation the baby boomers generation x the millennials
a strong admixture of imbecility and self-assurance filled with belief and unawareness to a senseless world
like hate like blame like gossip like jealousy like being offended like being impressive like the punk rock dream like hospital waiting rooms like fundraisers and charity events like your co-worker to the right and the left of you and their families and their families before them
beauty is not defined by the colors of pigment you brush onto your skin to hide what you believe are flaws. its not defined by the fibers you glue onto your eye lids. nor the creams and glosses you swipe upon your lips. beauty is not defined by the skin tones that rest on top of your bones, or what colors of silk lay upon your head.
beauty lies peacefully within the soul, mind, and spirit.
Remember our giggles, When we used to play that game Where you trace letters, on my arm? With your tickling and suave touch, Of your feathery tip of your pointer, We did that for hours, And kissed for each guessed frase... Years went by, and we forgot about that game Now we invented others, For our two daughters. Yet, I still remember, one frase And even its original place,I could trace You wrote that you love me, And then you spelled my name.
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
i dread the day you learn for the first time that you can't just love all the darkness in me away
and no matter how much you care i will still toss and turn at night and scars might still appear on my skin
i dread the day you realize that you can't cure me and sometimes all you can do is stand next to me and hold my hand through fog pouring out of my ears so black and thick we can't even see each other's faces
i dread the days i can't get out of bed the days you want to take me out and all i can manage is a prettified shell of myself
i dread the day you learn that sometimes no matter how hard i try i still can't pull myself together
the day you learn that there isn't an answer you can give that will save me from my fears
you aren't the first person who has tried to love the darkness inside away my family and friends have given it their all but someday you too will learn that if love could cure mental illness the world would be a much better place