#ridden
He cradled pieces
of poetry that
no longer
made much sense
He'd add a word,
here and there
or change some
misused tense
But from metaphors
forgotten to a flow
that slowed to still
the penman died
a lonely death
from all that
moved his quill
Beautiful words
from a dying man -
had he lived and
loved at all
but who will know or
care enough to brace
the penman's fall?
May 27, 2024
May 27, 2024 at 11:29 PM UTC
The pains in my belly
Are almost comforting.
Something’s inside down there and you’re creating it.
can you feel her?
She’s in there
Waiting for me,
Waiting for mommy to make up her mind, Waiting for me to use my sense, Waiting for me by handing me the opportunity not to be useless.
Oh baby..
I’m sorry daddy just isn’t happy..
I want you to know that
Mommy just isn’t ready
And mommy would never place a lifetime of harm upon you.
You are the design combined of everything I’ve wanted
and everything I’ve loved.
You’re what I always wanted.
I just can’t bare to give you up...
Mommy will be with you in another life...
a safe place for us to play.
a safe place for you to grow.
I’ll be ready then.
I love you my all
Until we meet again my bean
~ sincerely, a pregnant teen
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC
Not an inch of this world is safe
I couldn't imagine living in this beautiful ill ridden place.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC