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Put your cares on me, my son
That's why I am here
Give me your tears and sorrow
I have grown strong from carrying
A staggering load of them myself
It is a privilege I gladly accept

Let me take your fears and heartache
Your pain and sickness too
Ill gladly carry both mine and yours
Until you are strong enough
To handle them yourself

I am honored, my son
To wear your tears like a badge
All the best parents do
And when you are done crying,
I want to see that smile
Because you are too small to carry around these burdens
Put them all on me,
Thats's why I am here
For my son Brandon, who calls me his angel. <3
Only in darkness
Is it possible to see
Light at tunnel's end
Leave the lights off for me ;-)
 Feb 2014 Jessica Pfeiffer
Helen
Cassie* the Cat and Riley the Rat
knew their love could never be
Cassie knew that he was just a plaything
Riley admired how she could climb a tree

Cassie thought he was too cute
and Riley truly loved that mangy cat
They understood the ups and downs
defying the intermingled species trap

One night while Cassie was prowling the fence
with Riley snuggled atop of her soft fur
Billy the Bat ranged overhead
following them silently, undeterred

Watching Cassie and Riley share their love
being born of the night, Billy wanted that
They’d defied the intermingled species trap
He wanted that for himself, but, who’d love a bat?

Angered by his thoughts that bought about self pity
he sought out the Animal Gods
he told them about Cassie and Riley
Horrified, they sent out the Dogs

Damon Dog was their most elite destroyer
His mission was to ensure that Cassie Cat
would be integrated back into her own species
and he was to just dispose of the rat

Damon silently stalked Cassie and Riley
as they lay tucked together, Damon did pounce
as Riley leapt in front of his mangy cat, to protect
Damon, at that moment, his mission he did renounce

Damon had witnessed their love, and sighing he said
‘It is not possible for you to remain together
Tabby cat, you must return to your own kind and
Rat, you can no longer be with her, EVER!’


Cassie knew from the start their love was doomed
Riley knew without Cassie he’d never be complete
Cassie sighed and returned to her humans
Riley wept as he went back to his garbage heap

Epilogue:

Billy the bat continues to haunt the night
All morose and bordering on Goth
He interfered in the intermingled species trap
and is now married to a Sloth
Jonathan was young
His parents were happy
They loved each other very much
Jonathan did what he was told
Because he didn't know any better
And he was loved all the same
And he had a dream
To become a professional baseball player
And Jonathan loved his parents
Even though they said he was stupid
For having such a dream.

Jonathan was older
His parents rarely showed affection for each other
He began to suspect they had no love anymore
Jonathan questioned what his parents told him
Because he was starting to know better
And his father hit him
And Jonathan's dream was as real as ever
And he would play baseball in secret with his friends
Jonathan still loved his parents
Even though they never talked to him
Anymore.

Jonathan was 18
His parents were getting a divorce
And they slept in separate rooms
Jonathan drank and did drugs
Because he didn't know any better
And his father broke Jonathan's arm
And Jonathan's dreams were gone
He burned his baseball things
And he hated his father
And he hated himself
And Jonathan was no more.
Just a poem that came with a day of depression.
we're not quite acquaintances
and we're not quite friends..
however, we're not quite strangers either

i know your name
and you know mine

you have the basic idea of who i am
and i enjoy your company greatly

but you don't know my hobbies, you don't care to ask about them either
and i don't know yours-
besides your constant intoxication of your body

but, perhaps
this is the start of something

something astonishing.
i tried to make this as far from whiny as possible
it lurks in a whisper
in the biting of cold breeze
it is tauntingly hollow
and fills me with unease

creeping, crawling, undetected
because of it's sly nature
sometimes i can make it go,
but it only comes back later

voices screaming in my head
"you're nothing" and it's true...
you'll never ever understand
because it hasn't happened to you

it will not be much longer
i soon will be at ease
but the stinging pain will persevere
in the biting of cold breeze.
Depression, voices in your head, hopelessness.
 Feb 2014 Jessica Pfeiffer
gd
It seems every single time
you walk back into my life I fall ill
under the heaviness of your stare.*

As if your irises could burn
similar circular orbs straight through my heart,
deteriorating my insides until
I can't find the means to even breathe anymore.
My mouth remains shut and
my throat is swelling closed.

Yet I am still debating on whether I should just let your stare
turn me to ashes, or use my extra ounce of effort for the latter -
to rapture a scream and finally force you out.

gd
I don't want to
I rather not
I hate to
What's the point
You gotta point why?
It keeps my hands tied
And all the words out my mouth is "well I tryed"
Walls close in on this side
Once again ima leave without a trace,
I hate to trace back in what I made
I rather not listen to the try's that I say
It's not that I don't want to,
...wait yes it is I don't wanna stay in this lustful place I made.
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