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Johnny walker Jun 26
All that I knew was I loved her wanted to spend the rest of my life with her tending her every need she was not well for the first time In my life

I felt a sence of belonging that I'd never felt before and It felt so good and I'd never had nothing before In my sad life not even the love of a mother who Instead abused me

Helen had given to me the thing I'd longed for all my life to be loved to feel wanted she sure gave all to me and she'll be

Forever In my thoughts night and day her memory lives on within the very words I write day and night never stop thinking of her through the poems of her I
write
Ideally
Forever means
Don't give up
Rarely
It is let go

Let go
With blessings
What is not
Yours

Honestly
Nobody owe nobody
Yet
Love is love
Genre: Observational
Theme: When nothing matters
Treading May 30
I climb your wall of infinite disparities
I scratch my leg on your thorned stories
I cry my tears over your heart that bleeds
I'll lift up a thousand stones
I'll call you with a million phones
I'll give you all of my bones
For I smile every time you look at me
For I open my doors if this is where you wanna be
For I'll be with you whenever you need me
Johnny walker Mar 27
I suppose as I look upon my life and
forgetting
most of my bad days
and to remember all the good
ones
as like being my marriage I was truly
blessed to have a
woman
who loved me who gave so much of her life to
me
who has made me the person I am now enriched with the gift of
Inspiration from
my
her who turned my life around I wouldn't say I was ever a bad person
But with our
marriage
I mellowed became a much more loving and a kinder person not self-centred more aware of other people's struggles In life
Its all down to Helen I owe my girl so
much
I will never ever be able to repay for her love and kindness but I make sure she never
forgotten
that she has a mark In life through my constant writings of her for I'll never let her
go
Helen I owe her so much In life never be able to repay
her but I will give her a mark In life through my writings of her
Madison Feb 9
Give what you owe and take what you deserve.
No more no less.
It is hard to tell everyone that needs to know the same thing at the same time. Without sharing it with those that might not need to know. Follow along as I take you on a short ride
I care for many. I am friends with few maybe just two. I trust none but my siblings. I would give my last if I thought that you not only needed it but deserved it. We have all had the same opportunities in life. With your extra, you drink, drug and ***. With mine I give to my children. I don't ask you for anything. We don't talk yet you feel comfortable opening your mouth to ask me for something. How dare you. I use to try to understand the thinking of everyone. I thought to myself, how can I help you if I don't understand you. I now understand that you are all about you. Uncaring, greedy and selfish. I am none of those, but I also owe you none of me. This journey has helped me to see that I owe you nothing. Does it hurt me not to help you? Yes! But for the love of my self, I will not. We all need someone sometime. But using people is not the answer. If it is not my sibling, children or real friend...don't ask for nothing! If you desire for things to change you need to change. Build trust, be there just to be there. Not because you have needs. I can't deal with over-grown people throwing their needs on me!
My heart is large but I am not here for you to use.
Apporva Arya Dec 2018
Don't loose gold for glitters,
So just know me,
before you owe me..
I will know you,
Before i owe you..
Why we understand someone's true value only when we loose them.? So just know me before you owe me.
Really sneaky
Credit card
Got out of control
You spent  money on things
You shouldn't have.
Did You.
Elinor Jul 2018
To the two boys who think I owe them something.
My heart doesn't belong to either of you,
and your spindly fingers clenching it
don't look enough like ribbon
to fool me into thinking that
my love is a gift to you.
To the two of you,
so willing to give me
your monthly allowances of text messages
yet not your loyalty.
For thinking that an "honest" apology
fixes me having to question why
just me was never good enough
for either of you.
You were both greedy,
you always wanted more.
Now run free and fill your stomach with all the flavours that will burn your taste buds and scorch your tongue.
To both of you for being willing enough to open my box with a key that I never gave you,
rifle through my thoughts and feelings,
and not even open your ears to them,
leaving the lid off
and the contents strewn across your floor.
For offering to help me pick them back up again,
but only because my "small, little arms" are not strong enough to carry my own weight that I've carried for
fifteen years on my own.
Here's to both of you for putting me down about being small.
That is NOT my fault.
I have a mighty big cathedral for a heart and a generous brain
and that's all within 5"2.
It doesn't make you any bigger than me
(metaphorically).
Your few feet advantage doesn't give you
the power above me,
even if you can see the roots of my hair in more detail
than you would ever care to observe
the fault lines of my cracked smile.
Boys are being taught that
to love me
is to fix me,
that I am some kind of messy enigma,
a project, a goal.
I'm just a girl with a family, a girl with a head, with a spiders web of veins and a lifetime of lessons that I'm opening my arms and my heart to.
You mistake yourself for a lesson,
when I'm fully qualified to teach myself.

You diagnose yourselves
as "depressed".
Mental illness is not an accessory,
nor a quirk to make you seem more vulnerable to me.
Don't brandish it in the air,
it is not a weapon against me.
It doesn't make you adorable,
or some kind of cuddly bear boy.
Everything that's
"killing you"
is just as toxic to me.
You set my skin into blue flames
because I won't give myself to you.
No,
no,
no.
I'm tangled in my rejection,
and it thickens.
I can't be with you out of pity.
My guilt, raging deep within my bowels,
marching violently through my organs,
exploding into a supernova of
thinking that love and guilt are almost the same thing.
"I'll do anything",
I don't want anything from you.
"I'll write you a poem because I know how much you love that."
I also love being respected but neither of you ever gave me that.
My craft is not a tool of trickery,
and your words not a trance.
"I'm not like him".
But you still act like my skin is a carpet to your home,
and you walk across it with muddy boots.

You think you're a blanket to keep me warm,
but you ended up suffocating me.
To the boys who think I owe you them something,
go home.
all my poems have been long lately,
but I have a lot to say,
so I'm not sorry.
Owe
Women
Don't owe me
Anything
Nothing
At all.
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