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mads Aug 2015
There is an ugly dance the sun will do,
Right across the skin I've loved
Day in
Day out
And night after night.

As I watch the steam
Crawl and slither home toward the moon
I wonder how much longer
These rhythmic hearts will last
Gulping and scratching for eternities;
Staggering
St-Stitched
Sewn and as one.

Forever?
Never.
Maybe?
Together.
I don't know.
Bra-Tee Sep 2014
She's beautiful even if she's 3years old.(Says uncle Sam who's starring from outside the toilet window)
#And protect our children... Amen.
Niveda Nahta Nov 2013
What a day!
Oh what a tiresome day!
A guesome hurdle
A dire way,
As afternoon embraced,
The lights all fade,
So does the sparkle in her
little eyes..
oh how pretty *she were

How her tiny feet ran all over the place,
Made me smile
A little gay,
Her nose so tiny,
it fit in as my thumb,
Her tongue so pink
Even strawberries
Looked shy..
But oh! Her jibber jabbering,
Her questions,
Her answers!
Her shouting,
Her cry!
What a sly thing she was,
You know?
she hid behind sofas,
Scared me to death,
So I thought of giving her
a taste of lifelessness.
.
but, she,
she,
Was my princess,
My beauty in petals,
Her funny giggling,
Made everyone laugh!
Oh such a cherry
Skin like honey,
Her hair amber,
Like wings of burterflies
Flying across the sun..
Oh! But she ****** the life
out of me,
Everyone praised her,
But me,
they said what a lovely
Little thing she is!
The irritation!
The moral dissatisfaction!
She made me look old!
and ragged,and torn,
Frustration!
but how could I cut her
Feeble hands?
Hold her so tight,
That she couldn't breath,
how could I?
How?
after all I was her mommy,
The most beautiful
She considered..
How could I not think about her once?
I gave her life and in
3years I took it back!?
Forgive me lord
For I have sinned,
no how can you forgive someone
So heartless,
so mean,
Such a hippocrit!
such a ***** person?
But who cares?
when I  have my life back,
To start anew,
Never look back,

Yes I hit her,
Hard and numb,
Made her blood,
Come till my feet,
but she was the one who wanted forgiveness,
yes she,
So I gave her
What she wanted,
freedom was my forgiveness,
Stains of her,
still stick to my life story,
but I don't care..
you,fair little fragile thing,
You made me do that to you,
Had you not come,
I never would have been,
An inhuman,
A mother,
A disastrous
Murderer..
This is just about how a mother mercilessly murders her three year old daughter..in course of time she has old memories and new thoughts emerging through her when she confesses...when she is caught..
©NivedaAmber
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CG Abenis Feb 2012
Looking at the picture we took in Bohol
15 years ago, I was still 3years old and you were 5.
We were still cute little children
who raised our brows while looking at
the opposite direction, with hands crossed
and avoiding each other.

You were wearing your blue t-shirt
that I've hated for the entire year
'cause you always brag at me how
your mama forcibly bought it for you.
I just got jealous though 'cause when I did what you did,
my mama didn't fall for it.

But then again we were cute little children
who hated each other, who argued all the time
especially when our kindergarten teacher
made us paint different objects everyday
with you as my partner.

Those moments, when we were still children,
this picture, makes my face painted with
the unforgettable smile right now.

This time, we took a picture again,
But a different one from before.
This time, we stayed closer, given our best shot
and showed the most beautiful smile we could
ever show.
This time, your arms are around my shoulders
and my head is leaning on yours.
This time, the hate has faded and is replaced with
love, love and only love.

And comparing these two pictures
from our childhood stage
and teenage stage makes me realize that
the best enemies could also become
the best lovers in the end.
CynQuavia Sep 2011
I found you looking at me
and tought wow what a beautiful sight
You came up to me and said I found you.
I wondered why you said 'ifound you'
Then you told me years later*
I found you looking at me
and said wow
You told me you found a bestfriend
someone to tell everything and share everything
You found a crazy Girl with microbraids and
a tatto that said I love Blue
You looked at me and said I do too
we started being friends and then besties
i told you everything and so did you
when i left you would txt me and sayi miss you,
I love you, when are you coming back,
Things been differnt for so long
I came back and you said I found you
You fund a Girl with long stright weave in her head with a white polo
and said Wow is that you
Thats me
your bestfriend you found 3years ago
This isnt really a poem I just wrote what i was feeling when going through a rough time and someone was there for me! Enjoy comment thanks
Dellynor Nov 2015
3 years
Yet
No progress in killing that thing
That thing that is so beautiful
Yet tormenting
All i did, was encourage it
With the hope for mutuality
A May 2015
I dont expect you to understand him right away, it took me nearly 3years





He'll tell you his favorite color is blue, but it's not. It is orange. He loves orange.

And sometimes he'll mention little things about the world that he wants to change and most people just brush it away but don't. He wants to talk about it. He's passionate about it.

And when he holds your hand he will squeeze it every few minutes. He does it unknowingly but my god it is the best feeling .

And when you've just spent the night drinking together and you go for a coffee run the next morning, he'll tell you he doesn't want anything but get him strawberry milk. It's his favorite. He'll appreciate it.

When you fight he'll act like he doesn't care, but just give him space at first. He'll come arround. He always did.

And he gets jealous really easily, like when a boy comments on your picture or favorites one of your tweets but he won't say anything about it until you're in a fight weeks later.

And he hates wearing sunglasses when he's driving but he does anyways because the sun bothers him.

But when he changes the subject or talks over you, don't get mad. Sometimes he doesn't realize it. You will learn to love those little interruptions.

And when he doesn't call you back for hours it's probably because he's with his mom. He doesn't see her often and when he does he cherishes their time together.

And when you two have a movie night he will let you pick a movie and then he will pick one and he will always pick the outsiders. Every time.

He'll yawn and least twenty times before he finally gets off the phone with you at night.

And when he leaves you he's like a tornado that tears everything in your life up and into shreds, and you will be numb for days and weeks and months and it's been a year and I still get the feeling nostalgia when I see someone driving with sun glasses or  drinking strawberry milk.
Missing you a lot today, love.
PEARL SMOKE Sep 2017
.
I'm So proud Of Myself.
Longest I've stayed sober on my own. No help, no treatment.
I'm nearing 3years in November.
How Amazing.
through Tough situations
I managed to Hold strong.
Through Hard Days I managed to keep my triggers in place.
It's been a difficult journey.
I put up with so much.
My heart Kept Beating strong.
Every day has been a battle.
Between
my addiction and sobriety.
Every day I Need To remind myself To stay away.
I might be Sober but my mentality is still ill.
The thoughts of Using Haunt me daily.
Thankfully I've Been Strong enough to push them away.
You have no idea how difficult it is. To Not relapse when you feel you should.

— The End —