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Brooke Davis  Nov 2014
Commitment
Brooke Davis Nov 2014
I know that things
are tough right now,
you want to be a turtle
and hide in your shell,
make like a carpenter,
And build up your walls,
become a caterpillar,
and cocoon from the world,
in hopes you'll sleep,
a sleep like death
until you see a different tomorrow.

But what you dont understand
is on that day I said I love you
I made a commitment.

That i'd
knock
knock
knock
on the shell,
until you are aggrivated enough
to peek back out,
even if it means
you reply with a snap and bite.

because at least you will
show emotion again.

That i'd be like a storm,
and break down the walls,
to lead you out of the box,
and back to the sun light,
even if it means
you'll want to beat
my heart up with a hammer.

because at least then
your heart will be working again.

That i'd come across your cocoon and kiss you awake,
to show you the beauty
of life once more,
Even if it means you *****
me from your life.

Because at least then
you will be alive again.

On that day I said I love you,
I made a commitment,
to you and myself,
that even when things
got to their worst,
i wouldnt leave you alone,

even if you hate me,
even if you hate the world,
even if the world hates you.
I will always love you.
Life is tough, love is even tougher.
So I’m sitting here right and I’m so **** aggrivated and annoyed that I can’t stand to even right it all down.

It’s like I have those eyes that I see at night staring at me through the daytime. Just one pair of eyes just glaring at me!

It’s just, another way to die.

Though at other times it’s all bubbly and lovely, right now I’m not in the "so called mood."

I’m like haunted, and a bit of fresh air can help me flaunt it. I’m having physical breathing problems and is it just that because of it?

I didn’t mean for this to be lyrical or poetry-like? Am I daunting? I never ask myself me, how I’m like. Because I know me right on not right off the bat.

I’m haunted!

© Clarissa van Vreden
Cindy Long  Aug 2017
Mother.
Cindy Long Aug 2017
I owe you everything.
You taught me with love and reason.
In turn i am better a person and i love you.
And i cannot stand how someone as pure and as friendly as you is guna let something as disgusting and ugly as smoking **** you.
I cannot fathom how you would rather do that and allow it to destroy your lungs to the point of needing removal then to quit and live long enough to watch your grandchildren grow up.
I cannot understand how instead of seeking help in your times of need you will instead shrivle up inside your house and not answer my calls because you dont wanna hear how my children dont even know who you are.
Im sorry that i am selfish and want my mother to be in their lives.
Im sorry that i want you to teach them and love them the way you have done me.
Im sorry i need for you to continue going because i cant imagine a life without you in it.
Im sorry im not okay with your life choices.
Im sorry i love you so much that i dont wanna be without you.
But im not sorry actually. At all. Because i dont believe im wrong.
I dont believe that my views on this arent important.
And i dont believe you when you say everythings guna be alright.
Its not alright?!!
Its not. And im not sorry and im not okay.
Im so angry and aggrivated and sad and hurt and i dont know how to handle it.
mariana  Aug 2020
sad boy
mariana Aug 2020
he crumples the note
of hate into a
ball, tossing it
into the trash bin.
the world doesn't
treat him right.
thoughts of consistent
loneliness fills
his innocent
thoughts
feelings of anger
and panic take
him whole.
hate for oneself
pins him down
he is mad
angry, panicking,
lost, aggrivated,
most of all,
sad.
number five // from my 2016 poem book

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