Don't tell a rose how to grow,
And The birds how to chirp.
Don't tell your daughter to be soft,
Don't tell your son how to hurt.
Don't tell the sky what color to bleed,
And a person, the right way to grieve.
Don't try to tame your daughter's tongue,
Don't tell your son the manly ways to love.
Don't tell the wind which way to blow
Or the clouds how hard to rain.
Don't teach your daughter how to soak,
Don't show your son how to easily reject.
Don't tell the sun to adjust its light
Or the truth how to show itself.
Don't tell your daughter it's feminine to shy,
Don't teach your son how to reign with fists held high.
Don't tell a heart how to beat
Or the mind how not to soar.
Don't clip off your daughter's wings,
To make them a foundation for your son to grow.
Don't tell a rose how to grow,
Lest it decides to turn its petal into thorns.
Don't tell the birds how to chirp
And have their voices turn into rebellious growls.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
Today was not a great day
But tomorrow will be better
Sometimes I try to feel something positive
And I fail miserably
I know that each failure actually pushes me closer to my goal
It is scary to try and be happy, if you anticipate a heavy pang of pain to follow your smile or laughter
But if I get more discouraged
My days can’t get better
So I will keep laughing and smiling
Until there’s no pain behind it
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
I consumed a small
vial of courage today.
And it got me out of my mind,
my aches
and my bed.
It got me showered,
dressed
and out the door.
It helped me on the bus,
through the rumble of
the exhausted engine.
It deflected the stares from eyes
who seemingly judged.
It placed me at work.
Fuelled me through
the sledgehammer ticks
that echo never ending seconds.
And I eventually find myself home...
So I consumed a small
vial of courage today.
And I'm brave enough
to admit that I'm afraid.
Afraid that I may be running out.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
Trust is a flower
Delicate and easily broken
It can grow again
With a lot of love and dedication
It is also like glass, also delicate and easily broken
Except with glass it can’t be fixed to look the same as before the break
And it can shatter
Can cut and cause pain when broken
Trust is a component of faith
Faith requires you to believe in something you can’t really see
Trust requires you to believe someone or something without all the proof
To have trust in someone is giving them your most prized possession without worrying
For me the possession is my heart
It was full of trust, gifted to someone because trust
But now I am that delicate flower, that shattered piece of glass
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
*i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love
i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain
i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.*
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
a picture is a thousand words
while poetry is a million translations
of feelings said by one
to all
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
Hello father
it's me
the daughter you couldn't love
the one you never see
Hi dad, it's me
The one that looks just like you
The chocolate skin, the smile, lips and nose
The daughter you don't know
Hi "father", "dad"
it sounds foreign coming from my lips
because since the day I was pushed from my mother's hips
you have been a shadow, only appearing for brief moments and not when needed
you know that I am special
but do you know why?
did you know that as a little girl for you I used to cry?
When the boys felt me up in the halls of my middle school-- I wanted your advice
do I push them away or let their hands stay
When my heart was broken I wanted you there to tell me I was beautiful
that it would all get better
I wanted confirmation of my value
When I started college I wanted you there to help me move into my dorm room and give me all these rules that I'd agree to only until you left
I see the pain in your eyes and between the lines of the words you say
I see the see the pain of what your daddy didn't for you
the pain of how you've failed your children too
This is in't meant as a disrespect to you
but an admission of the truth
but daddy, I forgive you
For all you didn't do
But I am also disappointed
because the failure were acknowledged
and you said you wanted change
but your actions are still the same
and my efforts seem in vain
So I am throwing my hands up
Not sure it's a cause we are both fighting for
Goodbye dad
I hope one day you'll be
everything I always needed and more
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC
.
Time,
space
and everything in between.
Heartaches,
tears
and secrets that don't come clean.
Gambols,
laughter
and smiles beaming keen.
Deep thoughts,
aloneness
and the dark places we've been.
Handholding,
careless hugs
and ready shoulders to lean.
Reckless stabs,
impulsive jabs
and caustic words we don't mean.
Contentment,
counting blessings
and hope we can glean.
*You,
me
and everything in between.*
.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 10:32 PM UTC
Clothes, not bluer than your soul.
Soul, as blurry as your eyes.
Fears…
Worries…
About your child…
Son…
As innocent as snow…
In the earliest morrow…
Sighs…
How much did you wipe today
With a big piece of your heart,
Through the challenges of his life…?
How much did you whip today
With long echoes from the past
Your scared back with more remorse…?
How much did you add today
From the pure drops of your love
When you early warmed his meal
Raising him healthy and strong…?
How much did you think last night,
Of the events of his day,
And the games he used to play
Of the quarrels with his friend,
And the absence of his dad...?
What will he do to survive…?
Will he be happy and fine?
Will he smile and learn and thrive?
Know what to do with his life?
Could you worry even more?
How much did you safe today?
How much did you self-deprive?
How much did you sleep at night,
Since you’re working all time?
Is something left for yourself?
How are you dealing with pain?
*Angles of all heavens..
Flowers of all gardens..
Jewels of all shops…
All goodness in all lives…
Don’t come even close to
Offsetting sacrifice
Of Motherhood!*
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC
single mother
no job
no place to live, no car
somehow made it far
a mother that never quite loved her enough
a father just the same
countless men that showed her she wasn't worth anything
She now has a degree
and a daughter to whom she'd give the world
still stressed
but also blessed
because of her little girl
she can feed and clothe her
make her smile and laugh
and she left behind the demons of her past
Blessings sometimes have the timing of a snail
slow and inconvenient
but their arrival is the water on a blazing hot day in the desert
they happen when needed yet unexpected
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC