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Another Sabbath day, another sinful neighbor and her husband
Trying to keep it holy: over there at number 1 Sea view Road
For so many years those two folks kept on trying:
faith works with patience

He kept on asking this the same old question
wasn't it time for me to make some changes in my life
When are you going to church"?

Mandela frequently deflected accolades by saying,
“I’m no saint—that is, unless you think a saint is a sinner who keeps on trying. “Quote


While the sounds of the siren, startles the restless babies
A full Breakfast consists of fried eggs and crackers
A pitcher filled with coffee……and this poem
Anxiously waits to submit…

The sounds of the sirens, breakfast consist of eggs and dry *******
Dangerous heat wave is reported in this part of the country
The loud music of the selfish neighbor, boom box
It’s time for carnival. It’s time for the carnival.
And added plus to the sound of the loud siren
Wakes us up in the morning to NYPD  helicopter circling

Its Brooklyn, it’s the ghetto,
Its Ludacris, it is selfish, it's the Sabbath
I am....pretty.
I am....smart.
I am....kind.
I am....funny too,
but.....I'm not...her.

I am your friend.
I help you in all things.
I put you first.
I make you laugh too,
but....I'm not...her.

I will never be what you want.
I will always be lacking.
I will always be your friend.
Wasting my life waiting for your love.
but...it will never come.

I am strong....
I am worthy...
I am enough...
I'm happy too...
and....I am loved...by me.
She’s more fun when she is drunk
At least…until she’s not
Because she’s puking in the toilet
And regretting her last shot

She’s more confident when she’s drunk
Gorgeous and ready to score
Until she looks in a mirror
And feels even uglier than before

She likes herself more when she is drunk
Until that feeling goes away
When she is so far beyond gone
That her self-hatred comes out to play

She’s happier when she’s drunk
All her issues leave her brain
But they all come crashing back at once
And cause her so much pain

She likes the world more when drunk
It’s filled with so much good
Until one little thing sets her off
And she hates it all more than she should

She likes life more when she’s drunk
Her mind for once feels still
Terrified of losing that feeling
She soon wants to end things with a pill

But she can stop any time she wants
Or so she’d have you believe
Because alcohol makes her seem so happy
That is, until all her friends leave
Edit: (3/10/17) Oh my goodness! I haven't logged on in a couple of days and boy did I miss a lot!
I am doing my best to respond to all your messages and comments now! Sorry for the wait!
Thank you all so much for such an overwhelming amount of love and support <3 You guys are amazing
For those of you who struggle with addiction of any kind, hang in there, and I hope you all find the help and support you need <3
Best wishes to you all. And thank you again <3

Edit: (3/11/17)
Alrighty, so I just got a very long message that without going too into details accused me of poking fun at alcoholism with this poem. I would just like to be very clear that this poem was in no way inteaded to make fun of the illness that is alcoholism, and if it came off that way to anyone else, I am truely truely sorry. Words can not express that enough for I very much wished the opposite intent. Alcoholism (and addiction in general) is a very serious illness that I take very seriously. I sinceraly hope that anyone who is struggling with it gets the help they need and those of you who are in recovery, I am proud of you. Stay strong and continue to work towards it <3
Once again, my sincere apologies again to anyone who was offended.
Love to you all <3 - Willow-Anne
Lying on the beach,
it's getting darker each time you blink.
Hear the colorful explosions up high,
the sky is in chaos, don't you think?

Forget what I told you,
leave those words to the tide.
The stars are peaking through,
my ignorance is wild and wide.

A handful of white rocks,
you smile like a maniac.
Breathing out hoaxes,
while I play piano on your back.

The fireworks stopped,
you gave me black rocks.
My blanket was made for two,
yet another startling paradox.
This is absolutely crazy. I can't believe my poem was chosen as a daily. Especially not when I know there are so many other, way more talented, poets on this site who deserve it way more than I do. But I thank you all of you, from the bottom of my heart, for reading, liking and the nice comments you leave. It means the absolute world to me! :) <3
I hold you tight up against my body
I take you with me even to the party

I rub you back and forth
Up and down from south to north

I love the way you sing hard and soft
I just can't keep my hands off

I pull you close
From coast to coast

You are beautifully sound
I will never pass you around

Magnificently perfect
You have all of my respect

You are my best friend
Till the end
Written by: Denise Huddleston
As silence is magnified
So sound taken for granted-
undergoes instant amplification
Every nerve tuned to 440 hertz
A note encapsulating every word
Hammering a barre chord , bringing
the world to order , defying previously established borders* ..
February 27 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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