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The square
keep inside or be cast aside
your now afloat on lost tides
for daring to seek outside the weak minds of people trapped inside a box of the majority.
Fighting for a voice amongst the singular "bah" of all the sheep.
A new view a different crew, opinions changed looking out for yourself instead being another parrot on the shelf.
We looked outside the box
only to be thrown away like rocks
fit the the four walls or don't fit at all
a world with so much potential yet we cant stop fighting and destroying each other and mother nature
maybe we need to have a look at the view
outside
The square
First poem in months, reflecting on the inability for our "advanced" race to solve simple issues that have continued for ever. War, hate and misuse, individually we all know what is right and wrong but when the majority follow each other as we do, we appear to loose that moral compass and just agree with the bigger agenda.
Shea Oct 2018
She left with no hesitation
The mesmerising fact of new life
Took her fancy.
March 21st, my birthday
The last day I saw you here
I had this fear
Some time before it happened.
Now I sit alone on the steps
With a stepmother
Hoping one day you receive help
Or come back
Because what I cry about at night
Is that you are not here
And I do not have a mother
To comfort me
The abuse I receive from others
Hurts too much to consider them
A mother.
I miss you, yet I know you're not Coming back.
I miss having a friend,
I miss having someone proud of me
I miss back rubs and good luck.
Though my whole life you've hurt me,
Like an only friend,
I want you in my life again.
Allison Wonder Oct 2018
Look in the mirror, what do I see?
You're standing in the hall, screaming at me.
"Attitude Girl, you're so full of lies.
Shut up now and go dry your eyes."

Look in the mirror, what do I see?
You're looking down, criticizing me.
"Sit up straight, quit licking your lips."
Your words still sting like leather whips.

Look in the mirror, what do I see?
Your glare so stern, burning holes into me.
Shaking your head slowly in disapproval.
Like no one before making me feel so shameful.

Look in the mirror, what do I see?
The same person staring back at me.
A scowl fueled by hate and anger,
For all I see is my mother's failure.
Allison Wonder © 2018

I infact look nothing like my mother, but instead am fearful I am becoming her.
Slei Robs Oct 2018
Bless You, Oh Lord, for this virtuous woman of God
Whose mouth is full of wisdom, clothed with strength and dignity
When she sings of Your love and mercy, we stand amazed and awed
Oh how wonderful, You have made her beautifully

Women are strong but a mother is stronger
She gave this earth two angels, a son and a daughter
Whom she taught to walk in integrity so this world, they can conquer
Do everything with excellence so they can give You honour

She moves in the ways of Love
Her teachings and words are from Above
She is worth more than gold, often have you heard that told
A treasure that cannot be bound by a chest
All I’m trying to say is, my mother is the best!

-S.J Robs
K M M Oct 2018
Sometimes when I miss you, I forget you are gone
When I see my love I give to others
When I see the extra mile I give
When I press on through my own emotion for them
--I think of you.
I catch myself turning for your face to find only memories.
I feel you touch my shoulder after every smile I make.
Now every time the world grows colder I will remember those last words you said to me
Your hearty laugh
your serious scowl
the gallons of black coffee you drank.
All seem like distant mirages that used to calm me so.
You've taught me to strive for better
that I can do more than love
And then you taught me the hardest lesson of all
--loss.
I lost someone last year around this time and the closer we get to winter the harder it is to remember that she isn't here to talk to.  She was my teacher and more than that she was a mother to me.  Thank you for everything, Helen, I will see you soon.
Haylin Oct 2018
My father once told me,
To grow out my hair,
Then I'd be pretty like my mother,
And he would actually care.

He would blackmail me,
Put me down for my looks,
Said I had no friends,
But good that I read books.

He said these hurtful things,
Such a while ago,
But I remember them today,
The words never really go.

They stick with me,
Like I stuck with my long hair,
But I cut it, and tomorrow,
I hope he won't care.

It's true, I'm scared,
For what my father might say,
But at least, I know,
I'm safe for another day.
Red Oct 2018
mother never cared as such to tell me to eat my greens

her absence of discipline matches her obsession with greed

mother can't you see how my tantrums reflected yours

my screams for affection silenced by gin and locked doors

mother never cared as such to tell me to eat my greens

now I smoke them to forget her face and burn out my genes
for my mother, the unfortunate reality being we are bonded by blood, making it mandatory to say i love you. im unsure how to love a person whom i dont know but in a sick way i love you more when youre hurting me. even though you dont remember when you drunkenly told me i was a pest not a daughter it really never surprised me- i guess youve treated me accordingly
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