#carson
You gave me more than i could ask for,
And that was the issue we had.
Who knew that losing you
Would feel so ******* bad?
Who knew that the love we had,
Would be taken away?
After all those nights that i
Cut, cried, and prayed,
You would find someone else.
Your death was nonexistent,
Just a foolish belief,
Just a stupid way of coping,
To get some relief.
And i ******* loved you,
I loved you from the start,
But now you're forever gone,
And have someone else in your heart.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 9:43 AM UTC
Back to the beginning;
A time when we didn't know anything and
Cared for each other no matter what. Not
Knowing who
They are, but not caring about that.
Only knowing we're all in this
Beautiful world, living
Each day
As it is. Can we go back to that?
Understanding that the past has past, but
Time is forever and we should learn from it.
In this world, we got this one life and we should never take it
For granted!
Understand we're all living this
Life together! Let's make it a peaceful one!
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
"They too had a dream that
one day their sons, daughters,
grandsons, granddaughters ...
might pursue prosperity &
happiness in this land."
Well perhaps not Ben ...
perhaps while 10% of their
chained compatriots died around
them in the dark, shit-filled hull
of this heaving slave-ship they
may well have dreamt of home,
of family, of safety, warmth, of
the basic human right to dignity
& freedom & an ability to simply
walk through life going upon
one's business without the threat
of armed traders carting you off
to other lands ...
perhaps they dreamt of that,
& perhaps upon arrival & unloading
& a brutal harsh sunlight & a reckoning
of those you knew who'd died & been
thrown to the sharks & an examining
of teeth & body as a horse at trade
while upon a block as folks whiter
than you shouted out in strange
tongues & your wife & child were
elsewhere & your whole life was at
that moment in cruel & tragic collapse,
you might have thought of other things
rather than ...
Oh lord, yes, yes, one day I'm going
to be able to make a buck in this Land
of the Free and Home of the Brave ...
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC
Its hard to understand the unspoken
Devotion to become one of the chosen
They take the ones we love the most
But humans also shove souls to ghost
Will depression last forever
Till i pull the lever of my own endeavor
To love the one in the reflection
And choose my direction
To be eternalized to satisfy
The saddest lie that death will just multiply
But who's next and who's does it effect
The ones with passion and the most respect
Therapy shows that mentally
We create hate through jealousy
Please understand the comprehension
Im not asking for your likes or your attention
Because i know you see it even through poor vision
But the choice to make things better is your decision.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
I was given, at my first birthday party,
a gift sublime, a lovely, lush garden
I played among its fonts and flowers,
traded baseball cards with Atlas and Athena,
rolled in high grass with iridescent dragons
Then one fine day through leaflets high,
I spied a fat juicy fig, haloed by Summer sun
The tree was poison, I knew, its sweet fruit
most likely bad as well, but in my arrogance
I climbed the trunk, got tangled in its branches
I lost control, lost something never truly held,
and fell, through viney snarls and vicious thorns
Fell farther than I ever rose, to putrid death,
moldered slime beneath the canopy
of verdant paradise on gentle hillside above
I crawled about in mud and earthen warrens
Slowly, year by year, learned to walk again
But arrogant I remained—had not my
lesson learned, and so I doubled-down,
made mockery of this chance for redemption
All the sweet virgins did I **** and teach
our children sin, in crystalline waters
I did shat on mulched fields, amber and green,
with cigarette butts and baggies blowing
listless on Autumn winds
When Winter finally came, as winters must,
to **** off weakened souls, and make
the garden ready for new attendants,
I did not learn, I did not take the blame...
It's Him, I cried, I have not power to do this!
But then my youngest daughter sobbed
She watched, sadly, out clouded, grimy windows
and, looking up at my limpid, sullen eyes
crawled into my arms one last, lonely time
to face what I could not...
Behold, the Silent Spring
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
Love’s game
vivid romance
lover’s
slow dance
Amusing billet-doux*
Amusing game
playful kisses
missing
the Mrs.
Love’s billet-doux
Amusing game
lips meet
it is
almost sweet
Love’s billet-doux
Love’s game
sneaky meeting
just a
moment fleeting
Amusing billet-doux
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC