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teen comes home
tosses books on the couch
coat on the floor
ne'er a hi in return
just keeps walking on by
and when I speak
he growls
and turns on the stereo
and with my words
volume is raised

then thru my teeth
I grit my anger
bite my tongue
as my patience is tried
all the while
my thoughts turning
I'm going to kick
his little red buns
someone protests
you mean white
no.....
by the time I am done
they would definitely be red
This isn't meant as in all teenagers. I know that I've come across several
that have been very well mannered, and show so much love and light.
In fact, I was thinking of my son when
i wrote this.
I'm proud to say he has grown into a very respective young man. :)
Yes, Son, I visualized you, but no, I know you never did this
(believe it or not)
~
all those fictions
make each contradiction
though truth exiled beneath the books
but the healthy history looks

while you and me
under the same tree
not like a friend we see
as like a foe to be

this distance
that expanding constant
making a dark wall
which is as the sky tall  

while you or me
from the opposite we see
the truth or lie
as we feel that never die

all those fictions
make each contradiction

when every morning bell
we feel either heaven or hell
but at the end of the day
when everything grew gray

both we seek peace
that is our teach
as the spiritual kiss
finally we miss

though truth exiled beneath the books
but the healthy history looks
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
~
share your views...
I will be grateful to you...
~
~~
behind the shadow a distinct lost dream  
standing opposite of a long bridge
crossing through the middle cutoff
see the river flowing beneath

illusive calling but can't go
on the edge a dark sharp sign  
known voices floating over
echoing an ego which cover the shadow

how many days offset!
and try to touch the last sunset
still silhouette stands on the shore
what is mystic that always opens the door

the river bumping with waves
between the broken parts of the bridge
passing a phase of life on the ridge
yet subconscious grew a cohesion of dream
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
  Nov 2015 Debbie Jean Embrey
ThePoet
A sadness I had

created for myself

that killed my

heart in the end,

was I never had you

to have lost you

and I can't blame you

for my pretend

©
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear
why do you cry
I've lost my stuffing
and button for my eye

Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear
where have you been
I've roamed and traveled
just to see my friend

Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear
who d o you love
I adore my friends
and angels above

Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear
what have you done
I've love and was hugged
and I'm still not done
I actually wrote this by ink on March 4, 2014. It was
in that afternoon at 5:15 p.m.
I often write by ink, keeping the mighty sword
in the grips of my hand.
  Oct 2015 Debbie Jean Embrey
Martina
I am trying to hide
the way I feel for you
The way I love you
and all my feelings
are so real
I look into your deep eyes
and dream away
And I just want you
next to me
You can hide your soul but not your love
Maybe its time for you to know
Ive been trying to find
who am I
running away from all my fears
Now we are together
and it never will be better
Link to the song: Hidden love
https://soundcloud.com/martinavenkova/hidden-love
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