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TigerEyes Dec 2015
For all the orphans who ever wished
on birthdays, and holidays
they’d be the one that is picked
Instead of left alone in silence
with their doll at six.

The truth is I have no Father
I have
No Mother
I have no sisters, or any brothers…

I have no family just my doll
I don’t think she,
or, God can hear my prayers at all.

I need a Mother someone to watch over me
a Mother -- to comfort me, and to keep me from any harm
I want to be cradled, and held
and, to cry in my Mothers arms
I need a Mother to love me through all my storms
to tell me that there will be sunshine up ahead soon
heading toward my rocky shores
I need a Mother to give me guidance like a light
to give me hope, and love during all my darkest nights.

For all the orphans who live in this world today
who have just a doll to listen to what they have to say...
You're not alone because I am just like you
My heart is always with you -  forever, and a day.
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 13th, 2015
  Dec 2015 TigerEyes
NV
I SLAMMED THE DOOR SO HARD, THAT IT COULD HAVE FALLEN OFF IT'S HINGES,
THE SAME WAY I COLLAPSE TO MY KNEES SOMETIMES.
I SLAMMED IT WITH THE KIND OF FORCE THAT IT  TAKES ME TO LOVE, AND GOD KNOWS I LOVE WITH THE POWER OF EARTHQUAKES AND TORNADOS COMBINED.
TigerEyes Dec 2015
These walls of mine are now going up
yeah, like walls hung by chains
for everything you said
you weren't at all
clankity-clank-clank they're going up
because of all the lies you have told
My, Oh, My
you were bold
to think you could even keep up with me
or even begin to comprehend, or see
all your skeletons, and trash tossed to ground
where holy light has shined I've found
that my angels really do exist
your stupid theory's will still persist
about the Universe
Oh, ***** really? you're so profound
I'm sending you into infinity through my mind
and, sound.
I feel sorry for your wife
for you have stolen her entire life
Surprise, surprise you have a wife?
*Well, **** off Mister...
I have a life
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 12th, 2015
TigerEyes Dec 2015
His Eyes
like knives
are hunting you
a creepy stare
******* you
you’re just waiting
for a train
his eyes like knives
still remain
on your *******
down to your thighs
circling back
up toward your eyes
in his mind
he’s pinned you down
you recognize
his hunting ground
you slink away
into the crowd
like a cat you raise your back
extend your claws you turn,
attack...
a Jaguar cat you escape
this unknown man's
hunting ground
you are on your mountain now...
and, you're now safe, and sound.
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 11th, 2015
  Dec 2015 TigerEyes
Traveler
In a world where trust
Is all but lost
In resentful wasted years
I count the cost

Where do dreams go
When I wake up broken and alone
I find no comfort in a smiling face
Or the rat infested allies
Of the human race

A kind word has no substance
For my sour belly
The sounds of the city streets
Are a constant nag
A cold, cold wind
Seeps through
My reclusive life of rags

Yet I have no *******
No riches to wed
Just the essential
Bags of resentments
Where I lay my head
And dream of things
I should have done or said

Too many years
And too much wine
Too many issues
To unwind
Cardboard shelters
With magazine mats
Is where I lay
My quitter's hat...
Creative expressions are fabricated to fit a homeless friend of mine.
  Dec 2015 TigerEyes
Traveler
Long nights of winter's chills
I view the world through windowsills
I fought so hard to wish it away
Oh how autumn swiftly fades

In my realization
Shall my heart beat content
With the howling dogs of doom
And their ill intent
To bite hard the foot
As Jimmy plays slow
And Old Man Winter
Takes his toll

Deeper in dreams
The subconscious awakes
As we prepare our provision
For the dormant state...
Ya the great Jimmy Page!!!
  Dec 2015 TigerEyes
Michael Murphy
You learned to be a victim, at a very early age
Father beating mother and witnessing the rage

Crying mother in the night, her pleas that went unheard
Knowing that it wasn't right, your life you thought absurd

Mother learned from mother, then passed it down to you
There is no blame, there is no shame, for it's all you ever knew

Now the time has come my friend, to rise and fly above
You have a daughter of your own, the one you truly love

You say that you're a writer, you wield a mighty pen
I say to you, "then write your life," pay attention to the end

Write of new beginnings, your history be ******
Write of all your strength, and love, and feel your joy expand

So be the author of your life, your legacy control
Now break the cycle of abuse, dig deep within your soul

On stormy seas your daughter sails, seeking mother's light
So brilliant shine the life you pen, to guide her through the night
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