"becasuse" poems
I may not the best daughter.
But you will always be the best Father.
Yes, I've been slapped, left and right.
But I know I deserved that.
And I'm thankful you do that,
So I will realize how wrong I was.
I always promise to do good
But I also broke that promise,
Cause every time I swear
Later on I'll do the same mistake again.
I tend to do bad things repeatedly.
Yet you forgive me no matter how worst it is.
I didn't love you truthfully,
But you and your love embraces me.
If it isn't because of your love I maybe in hell now,
Screaming in pain endlessly.
You promise to save me and go everywhere I go.
And you never fail to do that.
I cried becasuse of how happy I am,
To know that there's someone who's willing to die for me.
You gave me everything but I can't give you even a single thing.
I was so self-centered, I was so selfish.
But that was before.
It's true that you can't change yourself,
Unless you ask for God's help and guidance.
It is not only me who make accomplishments,
But it is also the Holy Spirit you sends me.
I admit that I can't keep promises
So I ask for your patience,
To always look for me.
I know you do and will always.
Thank you for making me happy.
I only need you in my life.
Cause for when I'm with you,
It was always beyond perfect.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC
I'm Tired, Mother
April 9, 2018
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Poet_Anonymous
Sometimes it gets hard to breathe
Because my chest is filled
With the guilt and
The regret of the
Unwanted pain I've
Caused you.
We get in arguments,
Although not either of us
Try to show
A little empathy
For the other.
I've been a stubborn *****
And unfortuenly
I know that I have.
But as much as it seems
That I don't care
I do.
But I just don't know
How to show you.
You tell me ways
To show
That I care
And I try
I really do
But it seems that every
Time I do try
I ***** up and we
Argue once more.
Mother,
It gets hard,
To follow in your
Footsteps
Because every
footstep of yours
Is a footstep of shadows and agony for me,
With my mind and heart saying
In agreeance
"I don't want this."
It gets hard
Because although I know
You as my role model
As my idol
I also know
That I will never
Be anything more
Than a faint echo
Of the amazing woman you are.
It gets hard
To talk to you
Becasuse as much as I try
You never seem to understand
And you always say
That you've been through it before
But one flaw in that statement is
Dear Mother
Is that you may have been
Through the same struggles as mine
But you've never been through
It as me.
Try as you might,
But you will never be able to comprehend these
Thoughts running a wild in
My head
It gets hard mother
To paste a smile
on my procaine face
when we meet someone new
As they are always
commending how you
And Sister look alike
They rarely ever look at me
And say how
Similar you and I look
It gets hard, Mother
Because when people are
Comparing you and Sister
Or contrasting you and I
I am breaking in the background
And it gets hard to accept that I don't have anyone, anymore
That people can compare me too.
It gets hard, Mother
When I tell people my history
I tell the brave people
Who ask if Stepfather is Father
And when I say no,
Then they ask where Father is
And all I can say is "I don't know."
But the thing that breaks me the most
Is when, after I say that, that they
Look down, with pity on their face
They say their sorry
But I can tell that they aren't
But I dismiss it
making sure I don't show what I really feel
Because in actuality
I am crying inside
I always led pride and stubbornness show
When all I want to do is weep
What I have been holding in for so long.
I know that I am acting vain
That there are people out there
Who have it worse than I
But it gets hard, Mother
To square my shoulders and stand up straight
When I'd much rather roll into a ball
In the hideous corners of an inky black room
I really get tired, Mother,
Of pretending to be someone I'm not
I'm just tired, Mother, I really am.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
Regret nothing
and be grateful for what you are
and what you have
whether it is good or bad
and know that wealth
is not possession but enjoyment
so be grateful for the people
throughout your life that made you happy
especially the ones who made
your soul blossom
as we can learn much from those
who have gone before us.
Don't be afraid to step off
of the accepted path
and head off in your own direction
if your heart tells you
that it is the right way to go
and always believe that
you will succeed at whatever you do
and wherever you go
because you never know
how strong you are
until being strong is the only choice
that you have.
Don't worry about whether
your beautiful or you are ugly
because by the time that we are eighty
we will all look the same
even after playing our little game
so just hang in there
and everything will be all right
and try to get some sleep
at night.
As we go through life
we learn that they can't teach you
everything that you need to know in School
like teaching you how love somebody
with all that you have
nor can they teach you
how to be famous
and they can't teach you
how to be rich or how to be poor
and most of the time
they will just show you the door
becasuse they will never
teach you how to walk away
from someone
that you loved and who
you thought was
that someone who was sent to you
from above.
They don't teach you
what to say to someone who is dying
or teach you how to stop crying
as you watch them leave
or how to deal with
someone's continuous
lying .
I've done it all starting
with answering the call
for my Country in a meaningless war
that left me with only
trying to find a door
that would lead me out
of my pain and I've been rich
and I've been poor and
all of the dead space in between
and so much I have seen
that I will never forget
and I am still trying to find that door
to my happiness.
Don't judge me if you don't
know a thing about my wants and needs
or I will drop you to your knees
because I have been knocked down
so many times and left for dead
by those who are not very well read
but I keep getting back up
because that is me
and what I do better than anything
so it would seem.
On the down side of this wild ride
of the boomer generation
I try to finish out this ride
as I watch so many dropping
by the wayside but so many are still
waiting to just turn the page
with no rage.
Never regret anything
that made you smile even if
it only lasted for a very short while
and try to remember that
your happiness is all up
to you.
While humanity sleeps in the night
all I do is write
and my words and my tears
have flooded Valley's without
a single solitary sound
but for me sometimes the Sun shines
but the clouds always seem to return
so I guess I'll just never learn
but I do know that when knowledge
speaks wisdom listens. Jon York 2012
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 5:22 AM UTC
You cannot commit suicide
Because its not a crime
When you can no longer hide
Knowing you'll never be good enough may as well stand as a sign
Block the view of all hope
take the rope,take the rope
When you can't even talk about it
"Nobody would miss you"
Repeated like a mantra
Nobody actually cares
They just want to give out false hopes and trap you in snares
I'd rater be mauled by bears
The light of life seems nothing more than a glimmer
Coated in a shadow so dark it consumes
Relentlessly eating at happiness
"Yeah,
I can laugh
Becasuse I'm a joke
You can laugh too,
I couldn't be any more broke"
"I can sleep
But never rest
Drink myself deep
To help with pressure in the chest"
Standing in the eye of this storm
Knowing a step in any direction
Only brings me closer to death
"I'm fine,really"
Slam the door
I won't be a burden anymore
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
When you asked me if we could be Friends
An amount of rage and sadness Overpowered me
Tears started pouring out from my Eyes
I felt like an old toy being Dispossed
I felt like the family member that is Put on a home and forgotten
In complete solitude
Even though I was surrounded by The presence of many
None of them was you
I closed my eyes hoping you Would appear
My dear
You made me feel like a princess
You stole my breath with every Kiss
When you caressed my skin
I felt I was being touched by an Angel
I didn't see evil within you
Yes, I saw fear, but not malice
I don't really understand
All the situations you have been Through
Or all the insecurities within you
But I need you
Becasuse you are the book I always Wanted to read
But couldn't get my hands on
Either because it was too expensive
Or it was out of stock
Anyone would give up anything
Just to read the pages that you let Me read
How fortunate would I be
To stumble upon such a Masterpiece again
I have come to accept
No matter how good a person's Intentions are
It might just not be the right Moment
But if you wait for the right time
You might wait for the rest of your Existence
I wish you'd be in my shoes for Some moments
Just so you could see
Just so you could feel
Just so you could hear
The magic that you are
If you were an ocean
I'd drown myself in you
Just to see what's at the bottom
I can't be your friend
Because at the end of the night
I want to be in your bed
Not for what yo're thinking
But because the night makes us More sincere
Your story
With all the hurt
The happy
The mad
Is my favorite of them all
I hope none reads you
The way I was able to
Uncensored
But now that I've read you
Or at least now that I read parts of You
I have questions
And know that answers won't Come
So I'll leave a review
On my personal thoughts
That my answer is NO
But I'll say Yes
Don't go!
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
ive heard no but that doesnt settle well
once you have done it why go back
excel over evening up even
no is motivation for yes
yes is the key to success
believe in yourself and you can do anything
those who oppose you never let them win
walk up like you own the beyotch take control
never let others influence your good deeds and efforts
lead the pack set the bar make the rules
i refuse to let you think otherwise
you dk me or have the right to judge me
ive done more than you could image
im stimulated while your burnt out
my good mood will not be over powered
by your bad mood
i live to be great i live to be great i cant settle for less
you call me crazy but i know the truth
i say what i want dont tell me less or otherwise
will power and strength will take one farther than they could imagine
the refuse you because you are close you refuse them becasuse they failed
refuse to lose and you will win
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
Stab your hand, right into my chest
and pull out my heart,
it's for you, but i'm too much of a coward
to extract it myself.
When you're done ******* this whole city
I'll let you know i love you
Becasuse I don't think its true,
not just yet.
In this desert I'm suffereing
and tomorrow it will rain,
Tomorrow never comes.
My feet never follwed the wrong crowd.
Sit and bow our silly heads
forgive ourselves for never living
But I really want you to know I love you.
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 2:59 AM UTC
Sometimes I need you
Sometimes I don't
So I write metaphors all morning about all the ways that we love
And all the ways we don't
But, would we love each other so much with out all of the distress?
Becasuse what is tranquility with out disharmony?
What is clarity with out obscurity?
What is the Sun with out the Moon?
Whst is me, with out you?
Unconsciously, you are my solace
And I am yours
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC
Eyes coated in icy gloss and body draped in lace.
Skin so silky and pale,
nails chipped with black and grey.
Even your sultry lips,
everything was so familiar but so forgotten.
I felt sorrow for your helpless parents,
who cried tears of pretension.
They shall never know you,
nor your hazy thoughts you shared.
How horrid.
I recited a well rehearsed soliloquy into my skin,
in the hopes of your missing approval.
Perhaps morbidity and salty warmth can revive.
Do you see me now?
Do you witness me engraving my madness?
I can not blame you,
but I do.
I do for the sorrow, the deranged ache,
the lack of knowledge and memories,
and everything that dripped from my wrists.
Poor girl, with the icy eyes and sultry lips.
Poor girl who craved comfortable sadness.
Who craved the barrel of a pistol,
pressed to her skull.
That skull so packed with stories.
One horizontal and one vertical maybe.
Can I join you?
Can I lay so still and so zen, just as you do.
No. I can not. I shall not. I will not.
You're beyond and I am here.
So to hell with you and your potential,
your untold stories, your novel you never wrote,
your smoke and bourbon dashed breathe,
as you whisper Emily Dickinson quotes to me.
You left me here in this dystopia, without a savior.
Now I will pass your empty locker, and your seat in honors english,
I'll feed the cat who devoted itself to you, and I'll sit on the edge of your bed.
I'll look around your room and will focus only on your favorite book.
The one you read aloud to me in the park at midnight.
You're a ghost and you lay feet ahead of me in a casket.
You suffered from your own catastrophe,
and truthfully it's my fault I didn't listen deeper when you called.
Soon we'll be together again,
and you won't be alone in the darkness of the stories I never heard.
Did your icy eyes gloss over? Was your silky pale skin stained with crimson?
Did your sultry lips quiver,
and did your chipped nails tremble beneath the trigger.
I hope your eyes were soft just at that moment,
becasuse they were always so cold.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC