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 Oct 2013 Imogen
M
I Love You, Mommy
 Oct 2013 Imogen
M
I'll be good next time.
I promise.
I'll be a good daughter.
Just stop hitting me, mommy.

I won't mess up again,
and I won't make any noise,
I'll never make trouble for you again.
Just stop yelling, mommy.

I'll cook better dinners,
and clean the whole house.
You don't have to worry
about a thing.
Just stop drinking, mommy.

I'll hide the bruises more carefully,
and I'll never run away.
I'll be here when you need me,
gone when you hate me.
Just stop crying, mommy.

I'll be better.
I love you, mommy.
 Oct 2013 Imogen
Aiyana Kimi
Like mother like daughter they always say,
But is it possible there could be another way?
A mother's sins past down to her child,
The two of them both free and wild.
For what she did her daughter must pay the price.
It's more than fate, destiny, or a roll of the dice.
The way it is, the way it will will always be,
But maybe quite possibly it could end with me.
The love filled with the curse,
Not completely sure what could be worse.
Always out of reach, just out of hand,
To both of us the perfect man.
But she cheated, and he put out the hit
The family secret no one knows the final bit.
Pushed away in hushs and whispers,
Nothing he could do except kiss her.
The relationship can't break, be fixed, or bend
So here is where the story must end.
 Oct 2013 Imogen
John F McCullagh
Truth is the daughter of time.
Lies are at best her half brothers.
Truth longs for a lover to come;
her milky whiteness uncovered.
She does not wish to be ruled
by the Crown or by Papal decree.
She is not Agenda's handmaiden,
she simply longs to be free.
Had I but the skills of a Goya
I could make Truth's beauty well known.
Michaelangelo, too, could portray her
for truth's often captured in stone.
Some will tell you that
Truth is quite beautiful,
as the last of her veils hits the floor.
I agree that her figure's impeccable;
She always leaves me wanting more
 Oct 2013 Imogen
Jess
Tired
 Oct 2013 Imogen
Jess
A face washed with sorrow
Looking down
As if tomorrow
Should never come
She is
Always tired
Always sad
Always crying
Always mad
Water dripping down
A small little frame
She is lost in this world
 Oct 2013 Imogen
KM
Easy Poetry
 Oct 2013 Imogen
KM
If a poet ever tells you
Writing is easy
Writing is fun
If they say this to you
They are lying
Lying a ton
Being a poet
Isn't easy
This is hell
But writers have a place
To call home
To dwell
Where they live comfortably
Is a dark place
A dark cave
And the only ones who enter
Those who love
Those who are brave
Poets are deep creatures
Endless thoughts
Endless pain
If one lets you see inside
Don't injure
Don't be vain
Just quietly sit there
As their soul
Takes you as part
And absorb what you can
As their words
Come from the heart
9/7/2013 & 10/4/2013
 Oct 2013 Imogen
Caleb Eli Price
Here I
Broken hearted
Here I
Came departed
Here's my
Final saying
Save me
Keep on praying
Can't fly
Can't escape it
Still try
Try to fake it
Take my
Lonely diver
Turn my
Key's on, drive 'er

It's Red
Like my dreaming
It's Green
My head is screaming
It's Pink
Like human flesh
It's Black
But it's still fresh

Hurt my
Heart, my feelings
Burn my
Walls, my ceiling
Feel my
Cheeks and my lips
Touch my
Grey finger tips
Well I
Want to tell you
Here's my
Story, still true
But you
Feel awakened
You take
Mine, you've taken

It's Red
Like my dreaming
It's Green
My head is screaming
It's Pink
Like human flesh
It's Black
But it's still fresh

Can I
Become rotten
Will I
Be forgotten
My life
Torn to pieces
My will
Now decreases
Do I
Seem intrusive?
Can we
Be exclusive?
Don't fret
The fear will pass
Look through
The looking glass
Who knows
What we will find
The time is now
Make up your mind

It's Red
Like my dreaming
It's Green
My head is screaming
It's Pink
Like human flesh
It's Black
But it's still fresh
© 2010 Caleb Elijah Price. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
 Oct 2013 Imogen
Q
Society Is
 Oct 2013 Imogen
Q
Society is a clay mold
Taking every newborn into its fold
Kissing each brow with insecurity, shame
Releasing it's victims, carbon-copies, all the same

Society is a line graph's *****
Plotting point ever upwards in hope
Shunning those who are different, who fight
Loving only those who are "normal", all outliers denied

Society is a disease, nipping at the soul
Filing and wearing down on the young and old
Breaking every innocent into a pessimistic, jaded mess
Rending, tearing, stomping, destroying whatever is left
 Oct 2013 Imogen
Jo
Society
 Oct 2013 Imogen
Jo
Society told me
To look like a ****
Wear no clothes
And get a bigger ****

Society told me
That I am ugly
Much too hideous
For the public to see

Society told me
That I am worthless
And if I took my own life
I would not be missed

Society told me
That skin and bones look hot
They taught me how to eat
...or rather how to not

Society told me
That I am too fat
Well everyone is beautiful..
So
What kind of world says that?
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