Take the slice when offered
It doesn't happen everyday

It's not that you don't want to
But life gets in the way

Married life
Ben Jr Mar 16

This is to the man of her dreams,
I know you've never had a chance to know me,
She is a beacon of happiness in my life,
A reason behind my smile,
So before you take her hand..
I need a moment of your time,

She is a little rough around the edges,
Its just how she's always been through out her age,
Be patient when she is hype and off her ground,
With a kind word touch her hand and calm her down,
She is fragile, you see,
Sometimes when she needs attention not only when sick,
Try to understand and be there,
'Cause you are the only one in trust with her care,

She isn't built for this hush world,
And I'm sure she'd want me to take back these words,
So when you see she's down with sadness around her eyes,
Be the one to step in and make her smile,

She is sweet and loving,
I've known for all the time she's been with me,
I know not much of her heart and the turmoil of her soul,
But let you my boy,
Be the heart she'd call home,

I've taught her pride,
Am the one to blame for that,
I've taught her to talk,
And say what she wants,
I hope you understand her power of free speech,
And don't mistake it for an attitude or habit from peers,
Its just her heart trying to speak,
So please my boy, lend her your kind and loving ear,

My boy, she is my most treasured gift,
From the day she opened her eyes,
I have a reason to tell you this,
So you can be a man to her,

This is to a man of her dreams,
Be part of what she believes,
Never see any less of what she hopes,
This is to a man,
She wants the most

Bikey the kid Mar 14

She sees me
And steals my breath
She reads me
Before I know what's next
She accepts me
While I've been a reject
She knows me
Deeper than intimate sex
She loves me
To see passed my surface flex
She holds me
Until I can finally rest

Kee Mar 10

The good, the bad, everything.
When you were happy, sad, mad, flat out numb from the acid.
I loved it. I loved you, all of you.
What I loved the most about you was your smile.
It was lopsided and dorky, you teeth weren't perfect but I loved them anyways.
And your light brown eyes hung low, you looked like a predator.
But the only thing you killed were my sides because you were tickling me.
And I know it sounds cliche but I don't care,
You were my everything.
Those times you held me when I cried, you were my everything.
When you made me smile, you were my everything.
Watching the re-runs of Family Guy and throwing popcorn at each other, you were my everything.
God, even when we screamed and yelled at each other, you were my everything.
Even when we made love and I lit a cigarette after and you called it 'gross' but you'd snort up a line so quickly it was insane...
You were my everything and even though you've left me behind and you'll never me able to come back to me...
Able to kiss me, hold me, yell at me, even just touch me

Hi! So this piece right here came to me when i was walking home from school today. It's about a wife giving her eulogy to her late husband. i think im saying this right probably not but it's supposed to be sad and happy all at the same time. you can love a person so much that you hate them, but in the end you'll still smile because you'll never regret loving them. it kind of sounds like he's broken up with her but he's died, from what? i don't know, it just came to me. i hope you like it! Follow me for more :)
The Lonely Bard Feb 26

Spent so much sweet time with you,
On a lonely road I'm travelling now.
Oh, well past is the happy scenery,
Now I gladly refuse to move on.

I know that moving on I will be sad.

What I desire and deserve is you,
I am not an ascetic here, you see,
Laugh will my horrors sarcastically,
Laugh along the devil they will sadistically.

Which is why I gladly refuse,
Inch I will closer to hell,
Now I just work on myself.

Your iron heart I do love,
On a Sunday you were created,
Unbelievable is this story,
Rows of roses in your honour.

Hope is on a backseat, you know,
Earn I will more than money,
Art of war I will mend & luck will bend,
Roar my life will do when I am happy,
Tint of glasses will help view my launch.

And you may embolden all your defences,
Golden hues of my heart will complement,
Amazing will be our next meeting,
Into your heart I will be breaching,
Not just for some time but for a lifetime.

I won't move on unless you get married to someone else who deserves you more than I do.

My HP Poem #1452
©Atul Kaushal

Two hands,
Equal in touch..
connected by two different hearts
but also feels so connected by words..
I bought you flowers today,
they will sit upon my dresser and die for the sake of our love...
Harsh energy is transferred by the tears on my face and the pitch of your voice
and the only thing that's racing through my mind is that I just want to make you happy..
every excuse you have to leave me you throw it at my face..
you lay down that broken platform for me to fall directly through it..
Broken and stuck in your arms once again...
Something in me thinks that we could still work this through ...
white picket fences and big enough windows with family dinners awaiting so the people that walk by can see us , happy , as a family .
Our bed is now divided into two parts ...
Your side
And my side .
And some nights when you don't come home... the bed belongs to me.
You remember a couple of weeks ago when I called your phone and a woman picked up..
I asked you who was she ..
Who was she ?
And you told me nobody ..
Who was she turned into
Who are you ?
and she turned to me and smiled then walked away ...
How could I be so stupid ..
How could I still stay ....
The lipstick on the rim of your boxers
and the aroma of her perfume so potent I can smell it before you hit the stairs..
So careless you've became...
So disconnected  from the feelings we once shared as a whole
Are now divided by unspoken words and a missing touch ..
As you take your shower, I pack my things and leave the dead flowers awaiting your arrival to the bed that was once ours ...
and a note that will devour your heart .
" Dear Husband of 7 years ..
I love you ,
this was my biggest fear ...
Leaving you was not the first thing on my mind.
I waited for your words to comfort me and to tell me that you still love me ..
to tell me you were still mine ..
In this envelope is the truth ..
The pictures and the proof of the affair you have been having for some time ..
My ring is the flowers
and the divorce papers will be mailed to you in a couple of hours ..
how I wish for this all to go away ..
I hope you've found happiness and since I've lost mine .. I will no longer stay ...

Sincerely , Your Soon to be Ex wife "

Starscape Jan 24

I was only month 9
And new family
Mom married dad
So New gran 'n grandaddy
They went to the store
For diapers and bibs
But papa got lost
Nana thew a fit
But when she found him
Big bunny hanging from it's tail,
He stated, "I think she needs this."
And old poor and frail
Grandma fell in love with grandpa
All over again.

David P Carroll Oct 2016

My Bride
When I seen her
I new it was love at
First sight her golden
Blonde hair so bright
So shiny her smile
So bright so pretty
She lightens up every
Room cherished by
Utter love never hurt
Always loved I cannot
Ever find happiness inside
My heart with any other
Women but her she
Takes my breath away
Every time I see her
Bright smile my heart
Smiles so brightly
Utter love utter happiness
I'm truly in love
And always will be
With my beautiful
Bright loving wife.

David P Carroll
Kerstin Martinez Sep 2016

you make the pain stop,
the voices hide,
and the feelings tame.
my mind runs a thousand thoughts a second
but when you talk
i cant seem to think
the intrusive scenarios
that point out every horrific possibility
it all stops.
you calm the tide
you press pause on the game, my brain likes to play with my, every waking thought
your smile beckoned me from the dark
now when i close my eyes
i can see the way you walk, hear you talk
i wish i could understand how you think
even now, after you married me
i still wonder how you could love someone like me

Gwen Davis-Feldman Aug 2016

Why'd we stop writing
'bout love? was it the mortgage?
the kid? ambition?

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