As I reach out to help you, my instinct to guard and protect you, my efforts are  halted .
Feelings of helplessness living false hope consume my every thought. A mother bear unable to  protect her cub infuriates her in a violent rage, as she will stop at nothing to reunite with her baby. But how can I reach you and stop you from walking into the blazing fire, it is evil my child the devil in one of many diguises. Back down and get away from those that are Satan's spawns. I begged and I pleaded with fools but  their ignorance ignored my warnings, as I spoke with words they could comprehend, Not to take my baby boy from me , they wanted to set an example and let politics rule their judgement, Your Honor, I am begging you,  my son made a mistake and deserves to be punished but his sentence of memories from that night is a life sentence please don't put him behind those bars or you will only make a good boy turn bad. I can't reach you to save you baby save yourself and pray to God for He is your Savior son and He will see you through. Hell has no fury when the Mother Bears cub is safe and she returns to finish protecting the ones that took her cub away.

©kimmied1105

Quite.

The mischievous talents of the voice
It’s delicate bombs ripping through
Each footstep to the cool desert air
Where before the sunrise I break from
My two slops of oatmeal to have a cigarette

Though the sentence may end,
                       the ink carries on.
The cartridge seems vacant of
                                    wanton metaphors.

Exhibiting reflections on  soiled paper cups,
                wanting to be filled
with drinkable dictations of
                              what is spelt out in stains.

But I spilt that void long ago,
                          blemishing my shirt
with what meant to be drank upon.
        A decolouration of meaning read differently.

it's the dark in the night that consumes you.

I visited a Marriage Bureau,
They showed me photos of three beaus.
The first one was top,
A complete sentence with a fullstop,
A C.E.O, beautiful, intelligent,
successful,
About her,I found nothing exciting or cool,
I said no to her,
And closed the chapter.
The second was nearer the mark,
A complete sentence with a question mark?
She started asking too many questions,
I found her a nag and tension,
So it was thank you, bye, no mention.
The third was a sensation,
A complete sentence with a mark of exclamation!
She made my heart soar to heaven,
Full of surprises, awesome!
She and I ,twosome,
A handsome pair,
For each other deep love and care.
Our love blossomed,
A bud to a flower,wholesome,
Soon to be signed with I do,
Sealed and delivered too.

words protect us.
they shelter us from the storm of life.
they wrap themselves around us,
engulfing our every movement.
whether they are sung or spoken or written,
words have power.
more power than you could ever imagine.
they can hurt.
your words can cause torrential downpours
in the hearts of others.
but kind words are just as powerful.
they can inspire.
your words can achieve someone's dream.
why would you choose harmful words when your kind sentences can change the world?

life before the pages being written
is potential

Life in mid-sentence
is a form book

Life after publishing
is homage