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Hawley Anne Feb 16
Before the sun starts to rise,
before the world awakes.
In the stillness of mornings quiet
thats where you'll find the pain.
Pain of things that you regret,
pain of days gone past.
But the worst pain of them all,
the pain of choices you can't take back.
The things you missed while you were high.
The memories you didn't make.
The little voice at 4 am, you never heard
saying "Mommy, are you awake?"  
The guilt of never being there,
through a feverish night.
The longing for being the only one,
who would make everything alright.
You wish that it was you at night
who scared the monsters away,
and got cuddles in the mornings.
Every single day.
On quiet mornings you wonder what,
would be happening right then.
If you weren't a drug addict?
How much noise would there have been?
You think of how you would go back
in time if only you could.
You wouldn't do the things you'd done.
Instead you'd do what you knew you should.
But the past is past now,
and your choices were made.
So now you sit on silent mornings
with nothing but the pain.
And the knowledge that both your kids,
call somebody else mom,
and how its all your fault because you know,   
EXACTLY
where
you
went
wrong.
Gemma Davies Feb 2020
Eyes that show you "I will love you forever"
Eyes that tell you “I am smart and clever”
Eyes that say “My love has no end”
Eyes that ask you “Will you be my friend?”
Eyes that show you "I want a lap to rest in"
Eyes that beg you "Please tickle my chin"
Eyes that want to be chosen and cared for
Eyes that stare at the shelter door  
Eyes that remain hopeful as you decide
Eyes that tell you “I will stay by your side
Eyes that say “I’d like space to roam”
Eyes that ask you “Can you give me a home?”
Eyes that beg you “Please pick me”
Eyes that show you how happy you can be!
A poem for the Oahu SPCA
Eliza Jul 2019
The young girl
Her hair in a wild swirl.
The cement bench beneath her
The past three hours just a blur.
The freshly dug grave
She was told to be brave.
Her sister lay Six feet under
The girls mind began to wander.
"Who would miss me if I joined her?
Which would they prefer?"
That night her mind went wild
Of course she had to be the foster child.
She found some rope and put it to use
The young girl made a noose.
Jon-Luc Mar 2019
When I was Five,
My mother told me I was loved
Years later, she loved me with her fists
For I was the vessel for her to re-enact the scars left by her step father.

When I was Ten,
My Foster Father told me I was the son he never had
Years later, I was the son he never wanted
As my “Real” Family was weeds to be pulled from his garden.

When I was Fifteen,
My friends told me I was there for them.
Years later, they would all abandoned me in my time of need.
What a Gullible and Naïve teenager I was for thinking friendship was a two way street.  

When I was Twenty,
The love of my life, Told me that I was worthy of love
Years later, she would tell me that I was un-lovable
What a fool I was to over look my obvious character flaws.

So, I’m sorry for not having faith in us,
For doubting your intentions, endlessly questioning you
When you told me that you wanted to marry me because
I didn’t want it to wind up years later.
Gemma Davies Dec 2018
A dog shouldn't spend it's life in a cage,
Where even a week can feel like an age.
Sad and alone, not knowing when it will end,
Wishing and hoping for a new human friend.
But thanks to every volunteer's donated time,
And every donators dollar, cent or dime,
A new life is given to each beautiful pooch,
A new family to love, cuddle and smooch.
So thank you to everyone, your kindness is rare,
We thank you so much, for your help and your care.

~ Written for the Oahu SPCA
The Oahu SPCA is the largest animal welfare organization in the state of Hawaii. On July 18, 2009, 432 animals were relinquished to the Oahu SPCA after the owner of an animal sanctuary in Waianae passed away. The Oahu SPCA rescued all 432 animals in 48 hours, which marked the largest animal rescue in the history of Hawaii.
Every day they strive to help, care and re-home beautiful animals; animals that don't ask for anything but a forever family.

www.OahuSPCA.org
Annabel Rose Oct 2018
Bubbles
I see bubbles
I see them rise from my hands as I stand surrounded by the sun's warm embrace.
I hear my brothers call to me from the garden.
As they play I am in awe of the beauty of their innocence
Or rather, what’s left of it.
Both have pulled through hell to find a place where, as children, they can truly belong.
A home.
My home.

A home is not physical
Yet you can break it.
It is something you can build
Yet you can’t destroy it.
My home is open to all
And by all I mean anyone willing to open their own to me.
A home can be broken, but never destroyed
Because a home is the bond you hold with those who need you
And that, is the strongest thing known.
Alex Durow Apr 2018
there's a decency to ignorance- but it does tend to overstay it's welcome

when eating less and weighing more- consider cutting out carbs and toxic masculinity

they say love and war are opposing acts- however forgiveness is granted to those unable to distinguish the difference

hating things is not a personality trait- but it is a pretty cool pasttime

the problem with ignorance is not that you don't know things- it's that you don't know that you don't know things
Jack Torrance Apr 2018
She sits all alone,
on a small wooden chair.
Lost and confused,
wishing someone would care.

So many homes,
in just the last year.
Her little heart breaks,
as her eyes fill with tears.

All that she wants,
is a place to call home.
With someone to love her,
and parents of her own.

She doesn't mean to act up,
but she just gets so scared.
By the looks and the stares,
from the children she's paired.

She doesn't have any friends,
and she's to young for school.
Just a scared little girl,
on a small wooden stool...
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