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Tiana 6d
Ma
It wonders me
That how she understands me so well,
But sometimes it also bothers me
that her reasons are always right,
The reasons I don't want to easily accept;

It amazes me
How good she is with her patience,
The patience with which she works
To make our lives smooth,
Care for us despite our attitudes,
Keeps herself sane amongst difficulties
and never ending evil moves;

Once she was also someone
Who didn't know what 'difficulties' mean,
But today life made her that someone
who'd do anything just to keep
her family's life 'easy-going' ;

Sometimes it makes me angry
That how she is trapped in her
web of love for us,
How she sacrificed worldly greater choices
for the sake of our happiness
is simply unjust;

But she has my admiration
For how
She embraces her husband's family
as her own;
How sacrifices and compromises
became her structural bones;

She has done so much
Endured so much
Loved so much
That we can't repay her in a lifetime,
All we can do is at least be grateful
to that woman who saves our lifelines;

If I were to write about her life
and the amount of things she sacrificed,
I'm afraid words will fall short
To describe the amount of hardship
she endured ;

I've seen all the seasons gracing her life,
I've seen her through thick and thin,
I've seen her selflessly caring;

Though her inside burned alive
I've seen her putting on her best smile
Just to make our happiness worthwhile;

I've seen her loving nature and humanity,
I've seen her respecting opinions
without holding any grudge,
I've seen her boldly siding honesty
Ignoring criticizing whispers and
the comforts she deserved;

And I'm grateful to the Almighty
For sending me to her,
I hope I'll be able to give her every
happiness she deserves
Because she is my mother
The biggest blessing of all
I've got;
A few words for my mother
Diksha Prashar Aug 2019
Bleeding heart
Crying soul
Out of bounds
Nothing to hold
Swimming in emotions
Too scared to let go
Fearless to world
A fragile soul
Hesitate to hurt
Hiding scars from world
Reflection of innocence
Broken image of herself
Bleeding heart
Crying soul
Nursing a wounded heart
Victim of power
A bleeding heart
Hiding her true power.
allison Feb 2019
sometimes I wish,
i could be up in the clouds
looking down on my friends
watching the crowds.

sometimes I wish,
i could know what it's like
to be in a world
that's not full of spite.

so that's why I wish,
i was up in the clouds
looking down on my friends
watching the crowds.

so that's why I wish,
i could just be me
in a field of cotton white
with the feeling of being free.

sometimes I wish,
life was more fleeting
no more sadness
just a happy greeting.

and lastly I wish,
that fate will go my way
just so that i can smile
and feel like thriving everyday.
sorry i'm not good at rhyming all that much
AreJay Sep 2018
Shielding the acts of all these careless men;
Men, who took from her, now and then, again and again,
Willingly, she takes the bullet for each mistake made by them.

Beguiling attempts to validate their deeds with actions her own, all along.
Simply assumes it was her erring ways for which, with her they don’t belong.
She takes it upon herself to right their wrongs.

She too, took a little from them, as they from her,
She is wiser now, braver than those men were.
A clearer perspective of herself, rather than a shadowy blur.

The slight in her ways is kneeling before her luck,
Still, she lives one day from the next, her soul running amok.
She celebrates life; simple pleasures leave her wonder-struck.

Thus, accepting it all, she moves on to other men,
Only to come a full circle again.
And round and round it goes, like a Ferris Wheel;
With each cart, carrying a new sin and a new ideal.
AreJay Sep 2018
Beneath the wild blue yonder;
In a restless haze, I wander.
To delve through the other worlds,
Calling out to adventures, yet to be unfurled.
Not to seek the vibrant summer’s call;
But, in search of the softer shades of fall.

A haunting voice from the beyond rings through,
Letting me know of the fate I must come to.
I have but one wish before I go, to have no regrets,
To have lived, and more so, to have lived well, when the sun finally sets.

Broken remnants of the moments rejoiced linger on;
While feelings, unrequited find solace & are re-drawn.
I know, that milestones of life are oft used as a measure of success,
Yet, in the finer details is where I invariably feel blessed.

For I have uncovered one secret of living,
It is only the wayward who delights in not fitting
with the conventional notions; they indulge in the little joys –
The subtle art of rising above the noise.

So, I take a deep breath, and think of what may become,
With a song in my heart and a merry tune to hum.
By the cosmic indulgence, I remain spellbound,
In complete awe of the magic all around.

Beneath the wild blue yonder;
In a restless haze, I still wander.
I’ll await my turn in unraveling the bigger mysteries.
Till then though, I will revel in the smaller victories.
Agnis Lynota Jun 2018
Sometimes I fear
That the hate in this world
Is seeping through my skin
Taking away the joy
That I have had for life
That constant self reminder
To stay positive
--at times
Seems to be drowned
By the hatefulness
Of some people
Who just can't help it
Or who were never taught
Or who cannot be taught
There are days when I look up
To appreciate the sky's beauty
And feel the air tasseling my hair
With the sun warm on my skin
And I take it in
Because I'm afraid
The world has turned against itself
We have made fools of ourselves
Turning against each other
How have we not learned
That things are better
when we stick together
And I think everyone knows:
If we had a chance to pick
This is not the world we would have chose
Stop evolving into a species of hate
Because before we know it,
it'll be too late
I've been seeing so many negative things happening and it's so constant and saddening. I don't know if it's this age of social media that does a good job of reminding me of the things that go on in the world. I feel helpless at times knowing I can't do anything about them.
Francie Lynch May 2018
I'm green with those I leave behind,
This world I have, where all seems mine.

I vacillate as their world keeps thriving,
Leaving the living live with the alive.

But I'm gone, I'm dead,
The colorful globe will spin;
The living will die;
Not now... by and by,
With O whys and O mys.
It's a curse I've bequeathed
To the loves of my life,
When they leave their loved ones behind.
Aaron LaLux Oct 2016
Met a man on the beach today,
saw him taking photos in the rising Sun's light,
asked him “Flora or Fauna”,
he replied with “Fauna”,

I approached,
he pointed out a bullfrog,
hidden amongst the reeds,
keeping cool in the Mekong's mud,

then he pointed out several lizards clinging to blades of grass,

the fact is that,
I never would have noticed these animals if he hadn’t pointed them out,

I guess sometimes we don’t see things right in front of us,
until we are shown them by others that are the wiser,
or at least that are more observant,
I observed him,

as he observed the animals our interaction continuing,

we walked,
down the the banks of the Mekong,
I showed him a carved artifact,
that I’d found washed up upon the beach,

there had been a series of storms lately,
which had led to floods,
which had led to the unearthing,
of artifacts that had been resting in their earthen beds for hundreds of years,

sometimes it takes a bit of turmoil to unearth that which is covered,
see just because something is covered doesn't mean it's not there,

anyways no matter where we go there we are,

and there we were in that morning rise of sun,
we walked closer to the rushing waters,
where the girl I was with had been observing,
me observing the man who was observing the Fauna,

the girl I was with asked the man casually,
“So man where are you from?”,
it's a common question amongst travelers,
but sometimes a very common thing can lead to something very rare,

He said he was from America and that he’d had enough of it,
he said the doctors had suggested open heart surgery and he was having none of it,
he said he was a Flower Child of the '60's a Vietnam Vet,
and had always had a “stick it to the man kinda attitude.”,

apparently he had heart disease,
caused by a clogging of his arteries,
not enough blood or not enough love or not enough what ever,
was reaching his still beating heart,

the doctors,
with there religious faith in Western Medicine,
warned him if he didn't go in for surgery,
that his early death would come for certain,

they gave him six months to live,
“gave” him like they are God,
like they can “give” life,
while predicting an early death like Death follows any mortals schedule,

no doctor can “give” life but they sure can take it away,

with their agnostic diagnostics and toxic antibiotics,
did you know that Mustard Gas is used in Chemotherapy?

Seriously.

So anyways he,
was diagnosed with heart disease,
given a six month life expectancy,
and told that his current state of being was in itself a medical emergency.

When he heard the news,
he made a conscious decision,
he flew to Laos to escape the 3 trillion dollar U.S. Medical Industry,
he decided he would rather die free than live in a hospitalized prison,

that was 4 years ago from the day we met and he's still alive and kicking,

now he lives amongst the Lao people,
building pipes and helping water flow,
kinda ironic honestly that as a result of his pipes being clogged,
he now helps pipes flow but I guess that's how it goes,

gravity fed springs and moments that are enlightening are both wonderful things.

I thought about help and about charity and about giving to others who may be in need,

and then I began to think,
as this man told his tale,
it’s better to die a free man,
than live in a hospital that’s turned into a jail,

no bail,
only one way out,
nobody gets out of here alive,
our body’s are maximum security penitentiaries,

and I understood exactly this mans Last Stand For Freedom,

he refused to be claimed be the hospital system,
he refused to be confined to a bed and fed through a tube,
he’d rather die happy and free taking photos on the Mekong,
have a heart attack and die taking a photo of a bullfrog,

his cardiac arrested onto his back he'd fall until he’s resting eyes up at the Heavens,

fading out like a saffron sunset upon the muddy waters flow,

no kids no wife no pets just him and his past he wants to die happy and alone,

alone as as we all are when we go,
and we all go one way or another whether Flora or Fauna,
I shook his hand thanked him for his insight then the girl and I left,
to continue on our Life's adventure…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

from The Holy Trilogy vol.1; available worldwide; 11/11/16 ∆
Another True Story...
Kassandra Hiller Sep 2016
Passion fades through blank stares
and I pick up the glass
holding aging hands, gazing at loveless masks

Lies spill like coffee cups
parents love their leading roles on stage
with hatred hid behind the curtain
and I'm stuck inside this cage
conscious of what surrounds that I cannot reach

Aging isn't quite as tough, it's not all what it seems
though these eyes should not have saw a father, lifeless, at only seventeen

Freedom on the tip of the tongue
that's been ripped out from my mouth
I could already taste the blood
now I can't scream the truth when let out
to prevent them from the flood

Growing old's not too rough they claim
through swallowed pills choked down with gin
searching for the last ounce of light
just one more to pick back up the pen

Feeling gathers in my feet
Tip toed to my head
one more for the road, one more drink before I'm dead

I listen to the way they talk
upright in their seats
Afraid to say too much, but I saw what they've seen

Sickness vacates my families vein
depleting as I write
Through laughter leaving tears to wipe
enough to get you through the night

Ill pour myself just one more, to forget all I've seen
a cruel, cold world with love that's scarce
Welcoming eighteen.
Kassandra Hiller Jul 2016
My heart starts to sink and deplete as the night begins to sneak it's way into the light
Stars will aline, lone wolves howl; they cry out along with myself

My mind turns to go from my head to my feet, now protruding into the air
My body will shriek, though the breath in my lungs knows help is a scarcity

I blanket my thoughts through the mulberry wine
If the birds and the bees can work in the storm
I can shelter myself on the brink of insanity, up until the next exit sign

Curl your lips to manipulate the state of mind spoken unto;
When your thoughts have yet to see enough to feel blind

I will watch my mother through every crease
presented in her brow to her hands,
hardship for patience brings release
as the lake when it swoons over the sand;
or as the snow takes control of the death of the land

I'll listen to the calls of the birds; as they carry the lives they lay.
Stone by twig; preparation comes quick,
while riding up comes redirection day

The oak will resurrect, while my minds old wounds chafe against the thoughts of the past
As the lives take off flight, I'll soon see my day when my mother takes off for the life in the sky
My bones will support the sights I will see from perception through her eyes.
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