DAJones - Hello Poetry

Dear child that I never knew, who knew? I was growing up but no showing up in your life, my life now without you, That I would miss your alls, joys, your pains, happiness and your sorrows, My choice was, live for today but I killed our tomorrow, All grown up without the help of a so-called dad, I stole for granted all those things now I will never have, I look back with regret and suspect you won't let, The sun ever set on a child of your own that you never met, Can't wipe your eyes when you cried, Pride wouldn't let me be a man when I was still a boy inside, I tried but I lied to the one you can't lie to, So my only advice is to yourself be true.

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Apr 12, 2019

Apr 12, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC

Letter To My Unborn Child

Dear child that I never knew, who knew? I was growing up but no showing up in your life, my life now without you, That I would miss your alls, joys, your pains, happiness and your sorrows, My choice was, live for today but I killed our tomorrow, All grown up without the help of a so-called dad, I stole for granted all those things now I will never have, I look back with regret and suspect you won't let, The sun ever set on a child of your own that you never met, Can't wipe your eyes when you cried, Pride wouldn't let me be a man when I was still a boy inside, I tried but I lied to the one you can't lie to, So my only advice is to yourself be true.

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Will the first time be the last time, and can I forgive you for the last time I forgave you for the memories of the last time you loved me, Was the last time the first time I gave a little, trusted a little, cried myself into believing that the first time was the last time I hurt myself for believing the last time was never going to be the first time ever again, I should just leave me alone.

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Nov 22, 2018

Nov 22, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC

Sometime

Will the first time be the last time, and can I forgive you for the last time I forgave you for the memories of the last time you loved me, Was the last time the first time I gave a little, trusted a little, cried myself into believing that the first time was the last time I hurt myself for believing the last time was never going to be the first time ever again, I should just leave me alone.

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Thanks, thank you, thanks, no complaints, nothing to see here, no not that, not again, another year, thanks, thank you, you shouldn't have, shouldn't have had, THANK YOU, thanks.

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Nov 22, 2018

Nov 22, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC

Thanks

Thanks, thank you, thanks, no complaints, nothing to see here, no not that, not again, another year, thanks, thank you, you shouldn't have, shouldn't have had, THANK YOU, thanks.

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Theirs was the love of a lifetime, that both let slip away, Forgetting that you can't grow flowers without some rainy days, Cover your head from the showers, Miss the rainbow through the rain, The itsy-bitsy seeds of doubt, brought forth A harvest of regret and pain.

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Nov 2, 2018

Nov 2, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC

Sowing Grapes

Theirs was the love of a lifetime, that both let slip away, Forgetting that you can't grow flowers without some rainy days, Cover your head from the showers, Miss the rainbow through the rain, The itsy-bitsy seeds of doubt, brought forth A harvest of regret and pain.

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He's bleeding, he's dying, His mother is crying, Organized chaos we're trying to revive him but my hands just keep sliding, Keep pushing more drugs and he's fighting, wait, now he's flat-lining, Can't find a good vein from years of mainlining, Shock one, two, shock three, for time borrowed not buying, We can't stop the bleeding from holes we aren't finding, Doc checks the clock so I know he's deciding, how much longer we go when the seconds are flying but he just won't stop bleeding, his body is crying, Call it, Stop compressions, Time of death...

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Oct 31, 2018

Oct 31, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC

T.O.D.

He's bleeding, he's dying, His mother is crying, Organized chaos we're trying to revive him but my hands just keep sliding, Keep pushing more drugs and he's fighting, wait, now he's flat-lining, Can't find a good vein from years of mainlining, Shock one, two, shock three, for time borrowed not buying, We can't stop the bleeding from holes we aren't finding, Doc checks the clock so I know he's deciding, how much longer we go when the seconds are flying but he just won't stop bleeding, his body is crying, Call it, Stop compressions, Time of death...

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Sometimes sad says it all, just sad nothing more to add, just sad, Does it really mean, Sad, Angry, and Depressed? Or like those monotonous days at school, Sitting At Desk, how about, Staring At Death? Rather ominous, but I think sad says it best, I can't put my finger on it, it's everything, it's nothing, it's Everyone, it's me, just me, being me, it's what I know how to be, Sad, sad knows what it's doing, to me, S-A-D, yep, there's nothing else it needs.

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Oct 30, 2018

Oct 30, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC

I Dunno

Sometimes sad says it all, just sad nothing more to add, just sad, Does it really mean, Sad, Angry, and Depressed? Or like those monotonous days at school, Sitting At Desk, how about, Staring At Death? Rather ominous, but I think sad says it best, I can't put my finger on it, it's everything, it's nothing, it's Everyone, it's me, just me, being me, it's what I know how to be, Sad, sad knows what it's doing, to me, S-A-D, yep, there's nothing else it needs.

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You could never tell by the look in those eyes, that most days I don't feel like a Prince, More like a pauper, sometimes a fraud, To this princess that would make no sense, She would never know by the smile on my face, that inside I hide a frown, She sees, Daddy the Great, when all I see is Poppa the Clown, You could never tell as she hugs tight around my neck, as if she'd been missing me for years, She pulls me by the hand, and I stumble behind, Wiping away a happy, guilty tear, I work so much so she doesn't want, myself I'm trying to convince, I'm missing her grow, all curly hair, dimples and innocence I try not to break the tiny chair at the tiny table she's prepared, Joined by Ducky, Mister Fits, and Bear Bear, Daddy, tea is best when it's shared, Of course it is sweetie, Daddy! Did you forget? Me? No, and we sing, Duck Duck, Fit Fit, Then we growl like Bear Bear, clink our tiny cups, and then Together we sip.

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Oct 29, 2018

Oct 29, 2018 at 6:18 AM UTC

KLOVE

You could never tell by the look in those eyes, that most days I don't feel like a Prince, More like a pauper, sometimes a fraud, To this princess that would make no sense, She would never know by the smile on my face, that inside I hide a frown, She sees, Daddy the Great, when all I see is Poppa the Clown, You could never tell as she hugs tight around my neck, as if she'd been missing me for years, She pulls me by the hand, and I stumble behind, Wiping away a happy, guilty tear, I work so much so she doesn't want, myself I'm trying to convince, I'm missing her grow, all curly hair, dimples and innocence I try not to break the tiny chair at the tiny table she's prepared, Joined by Ducky, Mister Fits, and Bear Bear, Daddy, tea is best when it's shared, Of course it is sweetie, Daddy! Did you forget? Me? No, and we sing, Duck Duck, Fit Fit, Then we growl like Bear Bear, clink our tiny cups, and then Together we sip.

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Momma tell me something, tell me why I couldn't see, That you were a woman to you, before you were a mother to me, Have I been that selfish, thinking that your reason to be, That the point of your existence, was just so you could give birth to me? Momma help me out, I need you to explain, I knew that you were hurting but I never wanted to see, thought you deserved your pain, Why am I still so angry, I've been mad at you, blamed you for so long, Did you let me be right knowing that I was wrong? Now I've been the parent, I've had children of my own, You must have seen me as a child acting grown, If I had asked you then, would you have tried to make me understand, Could you have convinced me that I was still a boy, and not yet a man? Worries and fears I have had for my kids, Is that what you felt for me? I catch myself saying to them the exact same things I hated when you said them to me, But my kids love me Momma so how could this be? I was just so angry with you as a child, everything that went wrong, you were to blame, Although if I was right about you raising me wrong, why have I raised my kids just the same? Not once did it occur to me that you were different before you gave birth to me, allowed to make mistakes, without four mouths to feed, Are you saying you didn't want to put your life on hold, drop everything and attend to me? I didn't know you weren't born with a mother's wisdom, or patience, that there was no how-to book, I just thought you were born holding a switch, and that y'all better-stop-playing look. Maybe we don't appreciate our Mother's until we have kids of our own, Maybe by not taking the time to look, some things never get shown, Being grown now means that when I'm having one of those days, You're not around to tell me it's ok, or kiss my boo boo away, I have to be my own family's doctor, referee, cook, and bank, I have been able to do it so far, and it's you I have to thank. Thank you God for not letting Mother's hold grudges, what they go through the world could never repay, Momma, as long as breath is in you, I'll try to make everyday, Mother's Day, So I'm sending all the love I have towards an overdue I.O.U., Settling up with the Father above, for sending me a Woman, that turned into a Mother like you.

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Oct 28, 2018

Oct 28, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC

MotherWoman

Momma tell me something, tell me why I couldn't see, That you were a woman to you, before you were a mother to me, Have I been that selfish, thinking that your reason to be, That the point of your existence, was just so you could give birth to me? Momma help me out, I need you to explain, I knew that you were hurting but I never wanted to see, thought you deserved your pain, Why am I still so angry, I've been mad at you, blamed you for so long, Did you let me be right knowing that I was wrong? Now I've been the parent, I've had children of my own, You must have seen me as a child acting grown, If I had asked you then, would you have tried to make me understand, Could you have convinced me that I was still a boy, and not yet a man? Worries and fears I have had for my kids, Is that what you felt for me? I catch myself saying to them the exact same things I hated when you said them to me, But my kids love me Momma so how could this be? I was just so angry with you as a child, everything that went wrong, you were to blame, Although if I was right about you raising me wrong, why have I raised my kids just the same? Not once did it occur to me that you were different before you gave birth to me, allowed to make mistakes, without four mouths to feed, Are you saying you didn't want to put your life on hold, drop everything and attend to me? I didn't know you weren't born with a mother's wisdom, or patience, that there was no how-to book, I just thought you were born holding a switch, and that y'all better-stop-playing look. Maybe we don't appreciate our Mother's until we have kids of our own, Maybe by not taking the time to look, some things never get shown, Being grown now means that when I'm having one of those days, You're not around to tell me it's ok, or kiss my boo boo away, I have to be my own family's doctor, referee, cook, and bank, I have been able to do it so far, and it's you I have to thank. Thank you God for not letting Mother's hold grudges, what they go through the world could never repay, Momma, as long as breath is in you, I'll try to make everyday, Mother's Day, So I'm sending all the love I have towards an overdue I.O.U., Settling up with the Father above, for sending me a Woman, that turned into a Mother like you.

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I just got caught up in a memory, a mischievous moment, brought on by an old song that I didn't even realise was on, I caught myself smiling, then tears started to well in my eyes, And then it was gone.

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Oct 28, 2018

Oct 28, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC

Come Back

I just got caught up in a memory, a mischievous moment, brought on by an old song that I didn't even realise was on, I caught myself smiling, then tears started to well in my eyes, And then it was gone.

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I was really really close, you know, Horseshoes and hand grenades, Who makes hay when it's raining? Down to my last lemon, And my pitcher was filled with koolaide, If a wish is a dream your heart makes, and sometimes wishes do come true, Then I can't stop believing in miracles, I hear they sometimes come true too.

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Oct 28, 2018

Oct 28, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC

Still Believin'

I was really really close, you know, Horseshoes and hand grenades, Who makes hay when it's raining? Down to my last lemon, And my pitcher was filled with koolaide, If a wish is a dream your heart makes, and sometimes wishes do come true, Then I can't stop believing in miracles, I hear they sometimes come true too.

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