My mother is like a lightbulb, She makes her mistakes She burns and she brightens And then she breaks. - My mother is like a lightbulb She brightens the room But make no mistake, She can darken one too, - My mother is like a lightbulb She blunders and cries But don't think she's harmless It's a well crafted disguise - But regardless of it all Someone gets hurt Palms are cut open And fingers are burnt - And yet, my mother is unlike a lightbulb, Because broken lightbulbs are replaced.
I wish she was different, but I try not to regret so I guess, I'll take what I can get.
I keep remembering that you have been the only one That I could still daydream about being just a thought In your otherwise always busy mind
I wonder if ever a tornado lands and you look for shelter Only to remember that you once saw land upon the horizon My own rusting tankard that looked like the shadow of oasis
I hope that you can remember what could have been on the shores of the Titanic That all the years on the dry deck could have tasted less salty than the sea And the exposure will feel so warm on your skin that it leaves burns
Do you ever reread a poem after something happens to you that you wrote about a different situation and the situation happens again and you're just like "didn't I write it down so I could process and not repeat?" but **** like you repeat
The junction where smoke and fog reside, gliding with western winds beneath these clouds, the moon fades perilously from sight and it rains ash. A thousand candle wicks are pinched as the scent of acres burn, lit like the flames we blow out so easy. Control is a funny word, like when a doctor says, "She'll be fine, I've got this", the arborist cries observing only skeletal remains, as his patient has deceased having control to blame.
As the moon shines And the stars decorate the sky, A lonely owl hymns While the bats fly. Lightning bugs scatter around Like will-o'-the-wisps at night, Without any sound Oh, what a delight! The neighbour's hound is on guard She will not allow anyone to pass, No one is allowed in her yard At this hour, only a fool will walk on her grass. Her howl pierces the air Bringing an end to the silence, She announces she won't share She will not tolerate any form of violence. Across the street, few floors above Two players are taking their turns, In the famous game of push and shove While a tiny candle burns.