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Sweet and strong flower
Set aside
having to deal with all the excess power
Politics corrupt the once functional family
She must shelter her only son
As the vulture's attack...
the press never tells solid truths...
Here it comes, another scandal "proclaimed"
by those creative nut-sacks.
She is forced to wear a smile
even though she is stronger than they may think or may know
Like "Superman" she disguises herself as Clark Kent
Acting mild and mild-mannered
although I know, she is a lot  like me
She is tough, independent, and wishing to fly free
She loves her country and family
however, she needs to save herself
As her once true love's attention was once with her, romantic
it is now more than for her. As it may benefit us in country
Family cannot be ruled like such
He needs to open his welded eyes focused too much on his family's dwindling attention
The coldness of false affections...
Doesn't the Trumpeter know?
As he sounds the "call of unity"
He needs antibiotics for his family's separation and diseases
from cold and empty and less feeling family halls
that makes them shake and sweat from the afflicted worries
As he cleans up the country...He needs to fix his family
Through these heartbreaking attacks
where Daddy has a lack of his heart beating
To them, he needs to show love's Breezes.
She shall finally break out and leave for more promised lands
where he stands, wondering, "Why?"
As she melts down their wedding bands.
She shall do the job that both parents do.
This is such a story set askew.
"Do your job," she does it well.
The haters can all go to their fiery deserved Hells.
Families deserve their "quiet and private eras"
Not to be run by Him like a well "oiled Factory"
The family might be citizens of this country"
That we all love and support him in doing a job "well done!"
In her heart, it does way a ton.
"Enough is enough"
"I am not a fragile and wilting flower"
She shall stand, to all, showing her pure beauty in strength
As she fights they ill faded and critical mouth's showers.


I call her "The Sweet and Strong Flower"
Not as a diss
It is more than this...
It is a compliment.
Beauty is only skin deep
As such are stereotypes...
They are made by the thin-skinned and weak minded...
As she shall show, through time...Her true inner power...
She is the one with tact and true-hearted plans
For country and foremost, family.
She shall be the one to point the last finger
"I've been the one, to your misfortuned future, to prevented such... to you I reminded.."
"Stay obsessed with a job, a career, or power"
"Since I'm not your Definition"
"A weak and Fragile Flower."
Dedicated To Melania Trump. I am a huge Trump Supporter...But, heck guy, your family needs you. especially your fine and strong wife.
Myrrdin Nov 2017
We
We were a family once
Although that seems
So long ago now
We lived in harmony
Two people existing
As one whole
Not my better half
Just my other half
The part of me
That I'd been missing
A vital piece in
An ever complex system
We were happy then
Happier than I am now
Happy to just be
To invite ourselves in
To come as a pair
Everywhere we went
"We" had become an identity
A way of life for me
So much easier than "I"
Less lonely, less unsure
Less vulnerable
Now there is no "we"
Just you and her and I
Saint Audrey Apr 2017
The confusion collapses around me
A torrent of emotion barreling though members of the crowd
But it only takes a second

Now everything is clear

And....

Honestly
All I ever wanted was to be cut free
Is that as shallow as it seems?
In my heart
I know
No one will mourn
Only regret
For what could of been

You'll never know it
But i fought for you
I worked this breif day away
I sutured the pain
I sewed my mouth
And threw my soul
All of this
To gain or regain

Now no one knows
And yet they care
Or i know they would've
Had they seen me

As this here, or, my world
Is pulled undone and beams of light
Pierce the darkness and my eyes
Lifting up
I've yet so much to do
Help me
...
Alienpoet Mar 2017
This cell becomes division
an idea a split a incision
a night and a day
Black and white
But in this division
We can see, we can envision
Identity pouring forth
The tiny flame
Of a name...

This tree becomes a seed
It moves it bleeds and breaks
a part of itself to move forward
and yet it is not how it started out
however it doesn't lose it self to doubt
We branch out wards like this family tree

This fire becomes a spark
It lights another flame
Who could tell it from the fire
and yet it has its own desires

The human becomes a egg
Hatching catching its mothers eyes
One day it will be fully grown
Will it still feel the sting of being alone?

This ocean becomes a drop
A drop that drips from a leaf
A raindrop that settles on the ground
In the cycle of Gaia
Repeating on and on
We are not separate
We move on and on..
Ynhia Pollard May 2016
And she BREATHED for the first time in a while,
She then CHOKED on what it was she took in,
It was NEW,
It was FOREIGN,
It was UNUSUAL,
But it was just AIR ...
Cheyenne Apr 2016
You are the sun.
I am a star.
One in the same,
But we're too far apart.
Instead I'll just keep you
Here in my heart.

Here in my heart;
Here in my soul--
All of the parts
No one else knows.
I wish I could love you,
Have you to hold.

Have you to hold
And cherish and spoil.
Together grow old
Through all of life's toils.
But best laid plans
Are made to be foiled.

Are made to be foiled
And change, come undone.
Though my passion for you
Is second to none,
You shine best on your own, for
You are the sun.

You are the sun.
I am a star.
One in the same,
But we're too far apart.
Instead I'll just keep you
Here in my heart.
Mahdiya Patel Apr 2016
Goodnight
I hope you fall into a thick dreamland where the colours of reality begin to mistify and the hues of your temporal paradise begin to solidify.
May you weep with excitement due to the aura it brings, may you find contentment in the air as you wake and may my love reach you ~ half across the world
Secret-Author Mar 2016
The wall shall not divide you,
Not in terms of one or two,
Instead it shall be loved ones,
Who hold the heart sliced through,
And should they share their daily bread,
Or offer sips of wine,
One must remember, that after all,
I am not their kind.
SD Jan 2016
Sorry I can't say anything.....
Sorry I can't say anything.....
Uptill now I think about you are only mine
But after listening your new theory.
Sorry I can't say anything...
Please atom attach me with you with the help of your covalent bond.
Please can't energies with your friends(electron) and your mind(nucleus) and repell me in your outermost orbit
Only you are my hydrogen and I am your single electron
Please you not make yourself as helium lithium or any other
Only remain hydrogen for my whole life....
After somedays we make our dutarium and tritium and enjoying our joyful life
Please you can't try to stable...
Please remain unstable as my hydrogen forever.....
Sorry I can't say anything.....
Sorry I can't say anything.....
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