My mother hides things from me,
a lot of things,
but I can't be mad, I guess.

I do it, too.

“What are we doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re dying on the inside on the opposite ends of a telephone call. We act like there is nothing wrong and just hope to God the other doesn’t hear the hurt in our voices.”

B.C.

Never saw your eyes
Never saw your little hands
Never saw your precious face

Never held your little hands
Never held you in my arms
Never held your head up straight

Never sang to you
Never read you a story
Never whispered to you to ease your crying

My beautiful baby

I see your big brown eyes
I see your sweet chubby little hands
I see your beautifully handsome face

I feel your little hand wrapped around my finger
I feel your small little body resting in my arms
I feel your soft little head

I sing to you every night
I read you a bedtime story
I talk to you all the time

My beautiful baby

You are still here
You will live on
I will never forget you
I love you my sweet little baby
I am your mother
You are my precious miracle

I love you
My beautiful baby

B.C.

Father mosquito
drank my blood
and promised me
that there was a lot
to live for:
***, money,
women, love,
food, water.

But *** is only worth
the ten seconds
after I ***:
the ten seconds
where my body breaks
but not my heart.

And money is an idea
that belongs to someone else.
So, the money I have
never really is mine.
The things I need,
I'll never have.
The things I have,
I'll never need.

I do love the softness of women,
Father Mosquito.
You have understood me
once.

It's just underneath
my skin.

But you say love
and no love
is as important
as self-love.
No lips stitched into mine
is worth the feeling
unless I understand my worth,
and you're currently
*******
it
dry.

What happens when food
loses its taste?
And water is no longer cold?
What happens when
my body fails me?
Drink my blood
since it is yours, too,
father.

It's just underneath
my skin.

What have I done...

It's funny how you can spend months building something fantastic... and then destroy it completely within a matter of seconds... I'm so sorry...

It's 3a.m.
The coffee's hot-
the screen is blank-
My mind is churning butter-
I've already tossed two ideas,
Now I have to find anudder!
Help!

copyright: Richard Riddle 01-10-2015

A** crazy little thing we desired to fall
Believably that it was true
Could it possibly an imagination or just for real?
Dreaming or falling on the right way
Eventually would fade or maybe would stay
Facing the love of your life it sound so crazy
Going back and forth only to see her every day
How love could mean and change the world to you
In denial at first, but **** you hate it & you love it at the same time
Just trying to catch and realize that it was you
Knowing how much it means a lot.
Love? how wonderful it is
Moved you the hard way you could get
No space that you could filled but only her that you give in.
Oblique spheroids that turn us
Questioning if its round or circle
Rapidly is not enough to find someone like you
Searching for love? you don't have to
The love will just find you at the right time
Unbelievable right? &
Very unrealistic to believe.
Wait & be patient, while
X is marking you to cross the path
You'll never know it will just knock out of your door
Zest is along the way!

I'm scared I'll just end up in the pile of
"One of those"
That you always speak of.