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A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.
If it feels wrong, don't do it
2. Say exactly what you mean
3. Don't be a people pleaser
4. Trust your instincts
5. Never speak bad about yourself
6. Never give up on your dreams
7. Don't be afraid to say no
8. Don't be afraid to say yes
9. Be kind to yourself
10. Let go of what you can't control
11. Stay away from drama & negativity
12. LOVE

– billiondays
TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF PLS ILY
 May 2014 The Unspoken
Hayleigh
In the heartbeat she gave me,
would i give all to thee
once more.
 May 2014 The Unspoken
Love
2013
 May 2014 The Unspoken
Love
2013,
This is for you.

The year started out in hell.
There was family drama,
Fights,
Court dates,
And DSS.
Then you kinda leveled out.
I met a boy,
Named Devin,
And he ran my world.
I discovered and came to terms with something,
During that time I was with Devin.
I came to terms with the fact that I liked girls too.
I came out to him,
And my closest friends,
And then eventually my mom.
Not everyone liked it.
All year I had been taking stick pins to my skin,
And making little scratch marks.
After that,
I moved to razors.
I had always had anxiety,
But I would have 3 attacks,
Within the span of a day.
At school,
I got bullied,
And beat up.
At many points during the year,
I wanted tp end my life,
But I didn't.
I'm still here.
Almost at the end of the year,
I started dating my bestie from 4th grade,
Named Katlyn,
But then things spiraled out of control.
Life is still hell,
But things are getting better,
Im starting to pick up the pieces.
I hated 2013 with a passion,
But I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world,
Because its the year I became me.
Growing up way back
when life was simple.
There were wringer wash machines.
On Monday morning I remember my mom
fill the wash machine with hot water.
Add soap powder, but watch or it will clump.
Then she added fels naptha soap
Which was a bar, and you sliced off
pieces for the extra ***** clothes.

SIMPLE?

Now she added the clothes
While they are agitating
You wait...
You have a second tub filled with hot water.
to transfer those clothes into, for rinsing.
You always used the same water over.
You started with white clothes,
then eventually by the time the
dark clothes  came around
the water looked pretty gross..

SIMPLE?

After rinsing you use that magical wringer.
Which is two rollers that sqeeze all the water out.
Time...it all takes time..
Then into the wash basket.

Laundry back when life was simple...

By then your basket if full of wet heavy clothes.
Out to the clothes line.
But first you had to run a dry cloth to wipe
the dirt off the clothes line.
Hanging up all that laundry
with those cute wooden clothes pins.
Not even clip ones were invented back then.
But the bag which held all the clothes pins
was real cute, it looked like a dress...

SIMPLE?

Socks, ******, shirts, slacks, towels,
oh those heavy towels
and my favorite the sheets.
Time, it takes time to dry those clothes.

Laundry back when life was simple.

Back then everything was ironed.
Starched and there was no spray starch,
or steam iron.
Mom would dip the collars of the shirts
into a bowl of starch,
and roll it up,
it was ready to be ironed.

Laundry back when life was simple...
How can that be a simple time.
I watched my mom and grandma
do this every Monday.
Starting early and it would be evening
when she would finally have
the clothes folded and put away...
The next day was for ironing.

~~~
SIMPLE?
We have the simple life
for now we can throw in a load, have it washed,
thrown in the dryer, and hung up
in a couple of hours.
Taking a coffee break in between
the washing and drying...

by ~ judy
Do our kids know how easy they have it...this was not
my experience, but I watched my mom and grandma
do this every week...never giving it a second thought.
God Bless you moms and grandmas whose work
was never done....
When will you & I be together
When will we feel hot breath once more
When will we feel the hot ****** touches again
When will we dance our torrid tango as one
When that time comes will the void be filled
Or will it be as it was all those years ago
When you left me bereft & heartbroken
The record needle stuck at the end of the dance tune
Stuck in the groove for eternity
The memories linger as we limp on
Backs bowed  carrying the weight of what we had
Wishing for the lightness of what we lost
Gone Gone Gone- but always there
Broken hearts beating still keeping a turgid rhythm
Remembering the beat of the tune we once sang together
Lost now forever- gone on the ether lost in the memories
Of how we blew our only chance at total love & happiness
If life were a runaway train I would buy tickets.
I would spend all my money in order to forget em.
To feel the wind push back all those memories
To hear their voices drowned by the whistle's melody.
If life were a runaway train I would hitch on that ride
Bellow out a satisfied, I can't be held down cry.
To see my obstacles become specks then none
To feel as if my battles I've won
If life were a runaway train I would never get off.
Sweetness

Dawn breaks
He wakes with
Me on his mind.

Licking his lips
A craving exists
Sugary and hot combined.

His warming hands
So warm and inviting
After many hours under the sheets.

Reach out and wrap around me
Pulling me near
Our eyes meet.

He flips my world
Upside down
Stirring me up.

Spreading me
Lapping up my every honey drop
As if I was pancake syrup.

He squeezes me gently
He touches me
Until I explode

I provide him a mouthful of sweetness
Satisfying his needs.
I leave him in happy mode.
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