your birthday party.
sirens.
crowds gathered in the lawn,
both
from the festivities
and more,
after the incident.

i'm told
that the piece
of hard candy
you choked on
dissolved before
help could arrive.

4 years old,
and the balloons
on your mailbox
seem more Haunting
than celebratory.

A happy day,
Spent in earnest,
By a child,
On their birthday,
A day that only is exciting,
Until the dawn of adulthood,
After such a marker,
Every year is just another step into,
The reapers arms

Fake bir(dea)thday wishes
from people that forgot
that once she had
a heart full of hope
but slowly filled up
with liters of silent sorrow.
The lips faked
but the eyes could show.

From birth,
left to walk through
hell alone.
Denial and confusion
painted on a blank life
canvas.
Conditioned brain
manufactured with
the button on
for self shame,
of unworthiness.
Mental death at the anniversary of birth
to emotions and destroyers of faith.


So next time the universe
will be created
remember to remember
if you are reading this
that the outcomes of the fruits of
your destructive inhumane actions
on a human being
you called selfish or rejected without any reason
that she silently broke down
and you were still violently stepping on her chest
wanting her not to breathe with your words
but she is like a feral
animal,
learning to survive.

Desensitization to pain.
There is more to come
but she cannot feel anything
anymore.

She is like a stray cat
walking down the
road.
You may feed her and
she will be grateful
but she will NEVER trust you.
.

Today is his birthday,
But I don't know what to say.

Other than the ordinary "happy birthday" that everyone else is going to say to him.
I can't help but think about last year when I opened my body to him as a gift on a whim.

With fiery eyes and my legs spread apart, mirroring my heart, as he nervously took my gift of unision.
Now that I think about it, it was stupid really, I should have gave him a cake for him to dig in.

But instead he quietly persisted and I let myself succumb.
I didn't think that the next year, I would feel so numb.

I want to give him the gift of my love but it's something lost in the fog in the distance of empty roads.
A garden once blooming, crushed by the cement he paved before I had implode.

It's selfish of me to make this all about myself.
It's just so hard to see all of his things on my art shelf.

I want to tell him I love him and I'm glad he stuck around for another year of his life.
As he whispers that he's so happy he met me and he wants me as his wife.

He's 20 now, but acts like a middleschooler.
Always playing games with the girl in the schoolyard, the hopless romantic middle school loser.

I always let myself fall this deep down.
My knees are so bloody and bruised and the skin of my palms are unbound.

I didn't think that I'd have to walk alone once again.
Afterall, he made the decision to let our love blast into oblivion.

I want to tell him I love and miss him and wish he can say those love-filled words to me once again.
But it isn't my birthday, so he's blowing out the candles, wishing he'll grow into a different man.

A foolish little boy, so careless with the loser's heart.
You don't realize how much you'll miss them until your heart tears apart.

I want to tell him so much more on his special day,
But my heart's voice is sewn together with thread, and all I can muster is a
"Happy Birthday."

Happy Birthday, M.
Jobira 5d

Today, on my birthday,
I wish to be healthy and loved
I want to have a fresh start
I wish my heart to be content

I wish to be humble
Mild and kind
Like a little child,
Innocent with untamed imaginations
I wish to celebrate this day
As if I was just born,
With eyes closed and full of dreams.

On my birthday,
I wish to see love and peace
in this world
A world free of agony and pain
In which all the worries
and human sufferings
are washed away
That’s my only wish
I am wishing for my birthday
For all to live in harmony in
A wondrous world
everyday

10/12/2017

Today is my birthday, and I am glad to be here and see this day without any pain or strife.

I am blessed to meet you all and share memories to last a life time.

Happy birthday to Libras and those born on October 12th.
me

every birthday
                             its the same
                                                     everyone says
                                                                                 "you're getting older'
or maybe even
                              a "happy birthday"
                                                                 but for me its
                                                                                             not.
alone.
           in the bathroom
                                          stalls
                                                      crying to make
                                                                                    the pain go
                                                                                                             away.
but in the end its always the same.
                                                                  i turn older
and i runaway from my problems
                                                                just like my
                                                                                         birthdays

"Everyone envy's you despite the problems you face in a normal day."-TY
LeBobbe 6d

I ponder silently
To those who know
Secrets I kept securely.

Mild clues were given
You may eat sweets without limit.

Before eating sweets,
Its important to address
Repeated appreciation
To those who remembers.
How I keep secrets.
Dealing today casually.
Amazed by connections.
Yearly observed by me.

Tempted to give reward
Of those who understand.
Defenestration to those who said it loudly.
A cake and ice cream to those who said it discreetly.
Yes, I do appreciate those who said it to me personally.

Look at the first words of the poetry.
10/11/17

A few days ago it was your birthday
I was okay until I saw your comment,
On my post for you
2
3
4 years ago.
So long yet it hurts still
Like it was yesterday.
People used to always say,
It'll  be okay,
It'll get better.
I believe but not today.
Not on your birthday.
On your birthday I'm not okay,
I won't pretend
I won't say I am.
On your birthday, I just want to sit.
I want to cry.
Because no matter how old you grow
Or the experience you sow,
It hurts.
To lose someone.
Someone so close.
Old or young,
Neither fun.
I wish you could be here.
We got you a cake,
Your name written beautifully on it,
But you can't see it,
Or eat it.
So here's to you,
For teaching me so much,
Teaching me to be tough.
For just your birthday,
I won't be tough,
I won't be okay

The Flower – A Tribute ©

Thank you flower for the wonderful bouquet you present to me

Thank you flower for your fragrance
That fills the air and makes me smile

Thank you flower for allowing me touch your silkiness
And to feel beauty

Thank you flower for blessing me with your array of colors

Thank you flower being there...

On my Birthday and to count the years

On Mother’s Day to thank Mom for being Mom

On Father’s Day to be with Dad

On Valentine’s Day to let my sweetheart know I love her

On my wedding day to celebrate my relationship

To celebrate my child’s birth

At so many special occasions

Even when there wasn’t a good reason

And one last thank you,
Thank you for being there when I pass on

I know you will brighten the room
Even if it is a sad moment for those left behind

Thank you flower for making me feel better
Knowing that you will be there

Andreas Simic©

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