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 Mar 2013 Maggie
Nirmalee
Since the time I was born,
I was nurtured as a fawn,
My governess looked after me,
As my mother had then been a busy bee..

When I grew a little more,
Like I was around three or four,
I whined and nagged all the way to school,
All wrapped up in muffler and wool.

I romped,I played, I learnt
Through all the years that I grew,
Life whispered new lessons in my ears,
And everyday I grew into someone new.

And now I'm in my adolescence,
Too swayed by emotions, impulsive in nature,
Vulnerable to the torment of words,
Chasing after fame and stature...

Yet this is not what I want to be,
Let my wings develop completely,
One day I'll be soaring up in the sky,
Dear Mamma, that day you'll be proud of me!
 Mar 2013 Maggie
David Walker
Was I not good enough?
Was I not likable?
Was I too sensitive?
Was I too good at what I did for you?
Was I your hero?
Was I a villain?
Will I come back?
Will I leave for good?
Will you learn from your mistake?
Will you deny our love for something you can never have?
Quoting a song written by Kurt Cobain, what you have done to me has "beat me outta me."
I sit here in a confined space surrounded by lunatics as I write this.
You were my angel.
You were my captain.
Now you're just...
Written in a mental institution March 12th, 2013 at 9:45 in the morning.
For Jackie.
 Mar 2013 Maggie
Brandon Webb
He throws the booster seat on the carseat
and I squeeze in among all the crap.
I close the door and he floors it.
squealing through the grocery store parking lot
blaring tech n9ne.
he almost speeds into the blackberry bushes
but jerks the wheel to the right at the last second
and makes it feel like we're gonna flip end over end at every speed bump.
he take another quick turn, a left, at the end of the lot.
we turn left again at the four way, without stopping.
he speeds up more when goin up 7th
and the car starts smoking around the trailer park.
we reach my house and he burns out in the short stub of driveway.
I get out smiling,thank him, and fall into the ditch.
The can of monster falls out of my inner pocket, so I put it back,
dig myself out, close the door, which I hadn't successfully done
and walk toward the door.
they back out, almost hitting the apartment fence
and speed off toward his house.

this is a rare moment in my life,
my dad being who he is,
stupid thrills like this are few and far between
so I treasure each and every one of em
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