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Born out of wedlock, from the producers of out of bed rock. Thus I exist to be.

But what they didn't tell you was there was a contract for you to read, that you have to prepare to nurture the moment you planted that seed.

Obviously you did not, because if you did I'm pretty sure you would've rid yourself of that forming rock.

So because no one told you how this business worked you ran the first chance you got, pretty sure I was in a Prom Night Dumpster baby episode left to rot.

And the male content was no different than you, perhaps a little older but at the least he knew the truth. Which left him with what to do.

You ask to let you be, and they did. But what did you do? You pulled a her on me.

But for some reason someone picked up where you never started. To be taken from her would leave her broken heart.

To keep that from being what happened, she wrote something epic that would be the reason this is lasting.

And she was amazing at it, the very best. For 17 years she gave her all and died with hopes you two would take over the rest.

Thinking because you both was much older than before, too bad the only realization was the world was colder and your mom's a *****.

So what happens to the seed that was formed out of wedlock, from the producers of out of bed rock?

Well he's much older now and he likes to make people smile because that numbs his broken heart for awhile. He's learning though, even got his taxes filed. He's taken his fare share of Ls, he's lost a child.

But what you don't know is that seed is destined to be something great, he's slithered with snakes and study dolls to realize what's fake. He's taken on his fare share of hate and there's still people that'll debate to help because they can't relate.

But he's gonna be just fine, with every contract they hand him, ninety percent of them are rejected because he reads between the lines.

Someone who was called a misshapen from a mistake takes a sit on a throne with his naysayers heads on stakes.

So understand something before you want to star in family matters or your own version of house.

If you know this isn't a long term goal for you both and neither one wants that call back, then be sure you read your contracts.
There's a lot of parents that are unfit to actually be parents. They don't understand the full thing that comes with having a kid. I use to watch a lot of T.v as a kid. And I heard about a bunch of people that gets messed up because they don't read their contracts. Kinda like how parents don't take time to understand what it means to be a parent. Thus this poem was created.
Aaron LaLux Mar 2018
It took,
one of the most beautiful sunsets,
I’ve ever seen in my life,
to get me to write again,

I’ve been taking a sabbatical from personal periodicals,
not that it was premeditated,
it was or rather is,
that I hadn’t felt motivated,

still don’t really feel inspired,
even after such a beautiful sunset,
which I watched from seat 1A,
in the front row of an aircraft,

another First Class flight,
this one shorter than most,
SFO to LAX,
been around the world but still I rep Westcoast,

the girl next to me missed the whole thing,
she was and is still fast asleep,
but the guy across from me saw it,
probably the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen,

see he’s a Navy Seal,
so I guess I don’t really know,
the Lord and He,
are the only ones that know what he’s seen,

at any rate the sunset was beautiful,
like I said one of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen,
missed the first half because my view was blocked,
by a gay couple and their cell phone screens,

jeez,

can’t we ever just have a moment with Beauty,
without having to feel like we have to capture it,
why is it the first thing most people think when they see something beautifull,
is “Oh yeah I should take a picture of this!”,

and then their interest usually only last,
as long as it takes to take that photo,
then they go back to doing whatever they were doing,
before they were interrupted with something so beautiful,

but I’ll take a Beautiful Interruption before a Mundane Day any day,
I’ve always been one for the inspiration that comes with impromptu moments,
I’ve learned to Love unconditionally Beauty in the instantaneous moments Beauty exists,
I’ve learned to be able to appreciate something without having to have the urge to own it,

lost a lat of Love before I learned that lesson,
but better late than never,
so now I write these memoirs,
to help us all act better,

because there’s always room to improve,
and that’s whey I stretch out in my yoga practice,
take moments to meditate and put it all in perspective,
because that’s the only way to stay balanced in a world off it’s axis,

see the US government shutdown today,
January 20th 2018,
and here I am on plane flying 1st class,
from San Francisco to Los Angeles,

and even though,
it’s only an hour long flight,
it was day when we took off,
and now we’re about to land and it’s night,

amazing how much can change in an hour,
sometimes an hour can change a whole life,
and I’m reminded of all of this on this airplane,
as I gaze amazed at an amazing site,

that of one of,
the most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen in my life,

it took,
one of the most beautiful sunsets,
I’ve ever seen in my life,
to get me to write again,

I’ve been taking a sabbatical from personal periodicals,
not that it was premeditated,
it was or rather is,
that I hadn’t felt motivated,

still don’t really feel inspired,
even after such a beautiful sunset,
which I watched from seat 1A,
in the front row of an aircraft,

another First Class flight,
this one shorter than most,
SFO to LAX,
been around the world but still I rep Westcoast…

∆ LaLux ∆

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hannah Feb 2018
Sometimes it is better to delete the person with the messages. Wash their toxic touches off one by one. Cry until you drench the image of them. Scream until you can no longer hear their voice and Erase their name from your brain. Say their name over and over until their name loses flavor. So when someone says their name in a conversation you no longer know who they are talking about.
Asha Hassan Feb 2018
My dreams are like the stars in the sky
Seeming too far for me to just take
But to watch opportunity walk idly by
Is to accept a future mistake

Challenges are constantly thrown at me
But I take them in my stride
I still may not know what I want to be
But I refuse to let life decide

I work for the things I want and need
And luck may not always be on my side
But looking at my efforts, I know I've achieved
Because I'm happy enough that I tried

I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul
The reason to why my destiny's great
Is because it's under my control
Written when I was 15 and inspired by the poem Invictus
Donna Feb 2018
I like Dr Seuss
His my new poetic friend
Even though his dead
Truly Inspired today from reading Dr Suess loved his up lifting poetry x
Thomas King Feb 2018
Flowing effortlessly
as you arabesque twirl and spin,
as the music in your heart
starts to begin.

Poised and graceful
as you move to the sound,
as if your talented feet
are not even touching the ground.


Fluid and elegant
like wind through your hair
as you fouette’ and leap
and fly through the air.


Delicate feet
landing softly again to the floor;
to impress all the world
like never before.

You are poetry in motion
and our hearts you do lift
to be able to witness
your beautiful gift.
Eric Fraley Jan 2018
What if dying isn't death

If when we leave this world…


The weight of it is simply off our chest

When we take that final breath

We live the most memorable of moments all over again

But this time…


We’re at our best


What if only the best of memories replay

All the sadness,

The shame,

The madness

The blame and the anguish…


What if they’re cast away

What if it's like waking up to not just another day

If only the happiness is the feeling that stays


What if…

Death is truly the end of all pain

If love is all we retain


What if…

The night sky…


And all the stars from above

Is all that remains


But...

I’m wondering about those stars

They too some day die

So…

What if we’re like stars…


We only shine bright when alive

Just a small light in a vast world that one day burns out…


What if the weight of the world’s what living life’s all about

All the people,

The places,

The sorrow and joyous filled faces…

  

Each of our books of life and their;

Some better,

Some worse but…


Still lively filled pages…


Are what leaves those we leave behind with heartbreak and…


Sorrow filled grievance…


What if our memory is truly all that's left when we pass into the unknown

An empty bed in a place we once called our home

A place where in our old age we had grown…



What if our lasting legacy is only the moments in which we shared an experience

If...

The wisdom,

The kindness,

And the hard work filled progress…


Is all we leave behind

If we only leave what we project into those empty filled spaces

In our loved ones' hearts and loved ones' minds…


I wonder what I'll see when I'm staring up at the ceiling or sky…


Somewhere down the line…

Life hanging by a thread

Watching the story of my life as it flashes by...


Will there be regrets,


Goals never met,


Things never said,


Thoughts trapped in my head…

Or...

Will I be able to say

I did all that I could

Willing to die without needing to lie…


T o  m y s e l f


What if…


The money we made


The status we gained


The list of the people we blame

For the shame on our name…


If none of that ever really matters when our…


Book of life comes to an end…


What if

It was only ever about the mark on everyone's hearts we ingrained


If like stars we burn out but…


Just burn out much faster

The difference for us is…


No tomorrow can be guaranteed


If...

This life…

Was the only book you could write

If tomorrow was your final chapter…


Can you say your book of life was the best it could be


Like only the greatest of books

When they end...

They leave the world with sadness and grief

With…

Wonderment and pure disbelief

If your life was the best it could be

Can you close your eyes

Fall into that endless sleep

Feel your heart's final beat

Come to a close as you cease to breath


And go satisfied…


K n o w i n g   y o u r   b o o k   o f   l i f e ' s   w o r t h   t h e   r e a d
Cerasium Dec 2017
The only true way to see beyond the words of another is through the eyes of a child
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