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You are a part angel and part teacher.

  You are my first school and first institution.

You taught me right and you made me aware of wrong.

You held me close and you taught me how to be strong.

I'm  forever indebted under your grace.

A mother like you is blessing to the human race.

You have been with me in the happy sunny days and in
the troublesome  weather.

I'm proud to be your son and call you my mother* .
In the cycle of life a new born will breath
And depend on it's parents for all it's needs
A precious child will learn to speak and spell
And build friendships at school that eventually gel
One day they will grow into a young man or girl
Learn to live independently free in this world
Build loving relationships and have their own child
And some will split up and others reconciled
And as years pass by we slowly grow older
The cold winter nights will seem even colder
In this cycle of life we all live and breath
And our day will come when it's time to leave

2005 David Swinden©

Wish I could write something new just not happening for now.
'No'
Might make them angry
But
It will make you free
If no one has ever told you
Your freedom
Is more important than their anger
You should never feel pressured to say 'yes' to someone or for anything. Sometimes saying 'no' is the best answer, and everybody should know their limits.
We are humans.
We are everything in this small earth
and nothing in an endless universe of unkown.
he looked at her

the way she laughed

the way she spoke

the way she pouted

the way she danced in the dark

like it was the last time

like the world would have ended
i watched the earth
consume the sun,
a rampant fire blazing within.
the sky turned orange
and pink and peach and purple
and everything in between,
it was like an explosion had gone off
and left the beauty and dust behind,

i eyed the green trees
become dark silhouettes,
painting themselves
against the backdrop of opalescence.
smoke coming from chimneys
took on a dark grey shade
and outlines of houses and rooftops
began to separate the gravel from the welkin.

i adored the sky ablaze
and watched it scorch and blacken
with rage.
it was everything and nothing,
and as angry as it was, it felt peaceful.
and at once, the sky was dead,
and small fragments
of the previous blaze dotted the dark coat above.

it was as if to say,
the world is sleeping,
but our problems are not,
for though the sky is dark
and no longer ablaze,
stars still coat the interstice
to remind us of what is unfinished.
• i watched the sun set today and it made me think about how it's an ongoing war between the sun and the moon...
Little girl with bright blonde hair
Cheeks painted pink
Playfully hid behind the table
"Mommy do you see me?"

Innocent eyes and a smile so grand
Her laugh so bubbly
She looked up to her mother
"Mommy do you see me?"

Her mother looked down
And she covered her eyes
Only just for a moment
But she opened to a surprise

Her baby girl had grown too fast
And she herself was aged and weary
In the hospital bed, by her side her daughter sat
"Mommy don't leave me"
I will keep silent
even after hearing bad rumors
so no one could get hurt
nobody but me

I will keep silent
in the midst of your anger
so i could hear you
more than i hear myself

I will keep silent
in facing my own fears
so no amount of worry
will touch your happy cheers

I will keep silent
even in the banks of my death
so i can only feel your love
more than the pain of regret

just remember...
whenever i keep silent

I'm simply just saying...


I LOVE YOU
Voices are given to us without a price. Some of us even have voices without words. It is our choice to use it or not, for the good or for the better of those we treasure the most. But most importantly, let us not forget that Words mean nothing without action.
Left, Right,
Up, Down,
Backwards, Frontwards,
Everything is scrambled.

Like a labyrinth,
My mind is scattered,
I'm lost and confused,
I can't understand.

As I wonder,
My sanity is slowly going,
I'm saying things that people don't comprehend,
What has become of me?

I'm wondering thorough this labyrinth,
Not knowing the exit,
Praying for an escape,
Forever stuck in my own scrambled mind.
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