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I was stirred awake by a sound so familiar
A cry barely audible through closed doors
Gently I removed her head from its home
Nestled close upon my chest
As not to disturb an angel from her slumber,
The rest a mother so dearly deserves
I rose to my feet, a guardian to those I love
Feeling as I always have before, a need to protect them
With subtle steps I crept over to the room adjacent
Expecting to find only a child, teary eyed and alone
The cries were louder now, but the bed empty
A fear rose over me, for the boy’s only two
Franticly I searched through the closet and clutter
My heart beat quickly against my chest
I lifted the mattress, greeted at last by bright blue eyes
My hands wrapped around tiny wrists
Pulled him free from his hiding
Picked him up with relief like none I’d felt before
Held him tight in my tattooed arms
And he rested his head upon my shoulder
But the tears still they streamed
I could feel their cold trails
As they rolled down my bare back
I rocked him the way she had so many times before
Promised him everything would be alright
He clung fast to me, I could sense he’d found safety
And soon the tears ceased to flow
While his mother was sleeping I was proud of myself
Taking care of my family, everything just felt so right
As I basked in the moment and whispered to him
Suddenly, slowly, he lifted up his little head
Turned toward the door and then he said, “Mommy”
And surely enough through the crack she was there
Watching her man with her boy in his care
I could see in her eyes that she’d found all she’s wanted
In those few short minutes, in that little room
She had seen all the wonder that I had felt
If reality is far better than you can imagine
There’s no need for sleep when real dreams can happen
I was a fool .
I was a fool
to have thought
I could have
wanted anything
other than this.
Anyone,
other than
you.
3.24.15
Black as night
Empty as space
No one for miles
An empty house
One ray of light
The sound is dead
The little flame is almost gone
To keep it alive
A fire must start
Deep in the depths
Of the cold damp heart
Tired is she for her heart it longs
To find the place she belongs
There is little hope
Less time
Then she cries to sleep every other night
Feeling worthless she remains STRONG
For her fight all day long
Bullies who bully
Parents who judge
She fears there’s no one to love
But one little spark remains in her heart
Along with the mind that’s tearing her apart
Mind set to fear heart to loyalty
There is no one near but the one she held dear
He is gone in the past
For she must release
The thought that troubles her deep
Writes poems and songs to keep her sane
She’s emotionally unstable
She has wars with her self
She views herself worthless
The only few she believes are near and far
Chris in heaven
Mother afar
Couple of teachers maybe two or three
She fears herself whom she thinks she is lonely
She prefers the cold
Loves the dark
But longs for the fire that will never start
The bird that sings in golden cage,
the wind substracts the pain inside.
come softly down
move gently through
do not go lightly

oh passion, shimmering spirit of hope
your voice resounds

strengthen, uplift
inspire and deliver
do not stop short

oh passion, coiled conception of desire
your heart resounds

fill slowly up
remain deep and true
do burn brightly, do

oh passion, elusive love-light
your fire is water

©Jason Cole
There's water on the ground
fear gips me
I am about drown and cry
feel the fear in my mind
its not like this on good day
fear ******* me inside
fear in my mind
then I wake up
for that ******* alarm clock goes off
then I know a new day blue
no clouds in the sky
thank god I am up
moving about to do my stuff
drink my first coffee cup
get out there
and learn about your society
smile and make people feel good.
Wish you was here     P@ul!
 Mar 2015 Miranda Renea
Alice
Number of times you took my hand: 52.
Number of times we sat in your car: 101.  
Number of times I played your guitar: 6.
Number of times you played mine: 23.  
Number of times I kissed you: 80.
Number of times you kissed me: 93.  
The length between your house and mine: 12 miles.
The length between you and me:  1,148.
Number of times you said I love you: 83.  
Number of times I looked away: 13.  
The amount of ways you tried to back away:  4.  
The number of ways I tried to pull you closer: 5.  
The number of days between your goodbye and my good riddance: 3.  
The number of hours I cried: 6.  
The number of times I tried to run away: 18.  
The number of hours I have stared at my phone, waiting: 48.  
The number of times you have called: None.
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