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(Staring blankly at the keyboard)
Type ! Type ! Type you *****.
Spill it out.
Really , a lazy *** I am.
Challenges to conquer.
Roads to be walked,
and I find myself alone.
People and their prejudices.
People with their emotions and
mannerisms.
People with a lousy will.
Surround me.
I am tensed,
yet I look them in the eye.
The confidence of my youth fills
my head with a  jelly.
I feel like a reed in the wind.
Swaying harshly,yet standing.
I pressed my face on the bus window
Leaving the oil from my face
Making a clouded vision.
I wiped the glass window
As I stare at the pitch darkness.
There wasn’t a stir,
Even a bit.
Not a single movement.
Just as they say
“It’s the always the darkest before dawn”
Before I knew it
I’m finally home.
home is where my heart truly lies. I think of this when i was on the bus on my way home. It's summer and I still got a lot of SCHOOL requirements to do.
I want to celebrate you

All through life,
I forgot the day until
I'm reminded by others
but now that you're gone
I remember the day each year
without any help
the day feels so empty
so meaningful yet
meaningless
I want to surprise you with
something special
some bright flowers
or a pretty piece of jewelery
to visit you, or at least
give you a call
and wish you a happy birthday
to hear your voice, and give you a hug
to tell you how wonderful you are
and just how great of a mother you are
to go back to all those years
that I forgot and let the day pass
without meaning
and to make sure that you knew
just how much I appreciate you

But now to go to your place of rest
to see your name written there
the words we picked
that doesn't even begin to describe
to sit on the dirt and weep
bring some flowers that you'll
never see or smell,
that someone will clean
up in a week or two
brings me to the thought
that, that might just bring some peace
some closure
some way to show you how much I care
but I can't even do that,
being miles and miles away
though even if I was closer
would I?

I can be close to you
as close as I can get now
anywhere I am
with but a thought

Happy Birthday Mother
I want to celebrate you

All through life,
I forgot the day until
I'm reminded by others
but now that you're gone
I remember the day each year
without any help
the day feels so empty
so meaningful yet
meaningless
I want to surprise you with
something special
some bright flowers
or a pretty piece of jewelery
to visit you, or at least
give you a call
and wish you a happy birthday
to hear your voice, and give you a hug
to tell you how wonderful you are
and just how great of a mother you are
to go back to all those years
that I forgot and let the day pass
without meaning
and to make sure that you knew
just how much I appreciate you

But now to go to your place of rest
to see your name written there
the words we picked
that doesn't even begin to describe
to sit on the dirt and weep
bring some flowers that you'll
never see or smell,
that someone will clean
up in a week or two
brings me to the thought
that, that might just bring some peace
some closure
some way to show you how much I care
but I can't even do that,
being miles and miles away
though even if I was closer
would I?

I can be close to you
as close as I can get now
anywhere I am
with but a thought

Happy Birthday Mother
 Apr 2013 Paul Hardwick
Maria J
I don't live for me...I don't live for you!
I live only for a page in the great book of History.
This is my dream, this is all I want!
My name to be known by people
My writings to be read in public
My books to be in a library...
I want people to remember me!
 Feb 2013 Paul Hardwick
Marian
The sweet fragrance of hibiscus
its petals soaked with dew like sparkling jewels
mingling with the tropical song of the waves dashing against the sandy shore
where my mind travels so often to
tropical birds hush to sleep the world and every living thing
but morning wakes with dew sweet hibiscus blooms
and happy dancing butterflies kiss those petals of hibiscus flowers
such ineffable beauty that takes my breath away and when I inhale
I breathe in the sweet hibiscus blooms mingling with the smell of the salty sea
with my pen to paper I describe what I see and witness in my mind's eye
oh how I wish the journeys on the wings of imagination would last forever
but sadly the all too soon end just like sweet hibiscus dreams

*~Marian~
I have always been a **** up
And a dreamer.
10 words
Waiting, for this song to end
and somebody
is waiting,
for a song to begin.

I'm love
I'm alive
I'm something
I'm a friend.
I'm here for you if you need me.
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