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If I could, If I had the courage
I'd run away....

Far... where the forgotten kidnapped children are buried
Far... where oxygen has no name
And I'd walk there like a barefooted gypsy
The insanity of it all driving me sane

Far... where the undiscovered grows
Far... where danger begins
And I'd inhale it all like it was natural
I guess, danger and I will be friends
There are those of us that have desires
Desires to be happy without risk
To put those things that hurt us
Behind ourselves for good

There is a way to be happy
As many of us know
It is this wonderful emotion
That us mortals know as love

But love is as sour as it is sweet
And with that sourness comes bitterness
And the bitterness turns into anger
And eventually loneliness

There are simple steps to prevent yourself
From becoming lonely and mad
They may sound bittersweet,
But I promise it will help in the end

Step One, Be Honest
It is as simple as that
Always be honest to your love
And it shall be returned

Step Two, Show Caring
There is no need to be a wall
A mindless, spineless, emotionless wall
You need to return the love

Step Three, The Backup
In case one and two do not work,
It is always good to be wary of what may be
The End is as close as the beginning.

If the end does arrive, embrace it,
Embrace it with as much passion
As you gave your lover, it will hurt,
But the Hurt will only be for a short while.

The hurt will help you move on,
and not be ****** into the vortex of hate
And how can I tell you these steps, you ask?
Simple, I live them day by day.
To forget the memories that keep us alive
as fast as the moment takes us I think of you
How transient the present becomes as life slips away
wishing I could do more I remain helpless looking through the mist of time
I remember what to do...
Dear Daughter,
Again you let me down
You didn't meet my expectation
Saw my face in Hall of shame,
Held my head real down
Big disappointment...
Where shall I hide my face?

My Friends topic of the week,
My daughter... your daughter... her daughter
Juicy gossips...
Straight A's, no straight A's
You put me in A total mess
I really felt out of place...

Defense mechanism,
pointing my fingers straight
It was easy to put the blame on you
My ego was big of course,
I denied the fact that...
I set a standard too high...
The benchmark was me
Forced you to compete with perfection
Forgotten the fact that you are you
Never could be me... or anybody else
My achievement, my capabilities were different
and yours were yours alone...
incomparable to me, incomparable to others

Unintentionally, I molded a double
Designed my clone
Created another hall of fame
But I was wrong to play god's role
When he created you,
You were your unique self
a different special individual...

Dear Daughter,
From now on...
I let you be you
Please forgive me for my ignorance,
insensitivity... but trust me
I'd be proud that I am part of you...
and I'd pray to god you'd be successful
your own way.....

With Love,
Mummy...
every parents should be proud of their kids achievement. Not every children is born a genius.
One day an angel came to me and told me to love you.
I asked it "is he worth it?".
It answered " a million times worth it!".
For it was the angel who asked it from me i accepted to love you.
I shared with you my secrets and gave you trust,
you could not keep the trust and you were unfaithful,
promised me with in laws and good husband,
after a few minutes you left me alone,
alone in the dark,waiting for you to come back.
I would ask the day and night where you were,
unfortunately they said i should **** you in my heart.
Salty water running from my eyes,
day and night thinking of MR.NICE,
trying to erase you from my heart,
unfortunately you are an ink which cannot be erased!
It feels like I was dropped in the worst kind of lost and found
whoever forgot me never came around, searching
decided I was already long gone or not worth it.
Johnny Cash said love would hurt
but does it have to hurt this bad?
How'd I end up this rained on dirt bag, petty job, dodging cops, worthless like a dime bag?
I can barely recall when altered states weren't tasted every day, I was small when I was ok
with reality, but that's not today, it was far back, many yesterdays.
I always wind up with fists when cats play Ten Fingers
and seeing a single picture is my greatest trigger for taking one to the dome, go figure.
Makes me shiver when I think about the times that I used to have,
playing tag with my brother and friends, when we all had dads, and weren't dead,
didn't have these ghosts sitting in our heads, and visits to the graveyard.
It's too far for me, and every step is placed on shards of glass,
lost and found bound like my past.
© Daniel Magner 2013
I lie in bed at night,
And my hand rests in the dip between
My ribcage and my hip.

And if my fingers were larger,
And longer,
It could be your hand there.

In the morning, I crawl out of bed
And I fancy I'm your lioness,
Hair ruffled, stretching for the sun,
All gold, all lonely, while you play with others of my kind.
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