"birthgiver" poems
Warning: Bleeped out profanity. Read at your own risk
I would call you "dad"
But I would be ashamed to do so
You cannot stand up for anyone
Fooled into submission by her
That f·cking Satanic b·tch
Who is more irresponsible than I
I am ashamed you ever bed with her
I watch your offspring, wishing to be dead
Now I love your children
They even call me "Mama"
Isn't that alarming?
When they confuse their birthgiver with their sister?
But what would I know
I'm just a young girl
I don't know anything, says you
You overprotect me anyhow
As soon as I can leave, I'll be gone without a trace
Living with my mother, the woman that you hate
That you talk sh·t about, while I am within hearing range
Then act like nothing happened, do you think I am a bafoon?
At least I have the ****** courage
To tell someone to f·ck off
I'm glad I'm nothing like you
So, just f·ck off
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 4:10 AM UTC
i.
Within the oven
Wherein the thirst is never quenched;
Mine sweet Jane cooleth me
With her word's, and love to me meant.
ii.
I liveth for her the morrow
I liveth for her sunder the eve';
Her everything to me meaneth all thing's
She's the lifeblood, whom I need.
iii.
Mine aching body needeth her
Mine hand's, they needeth her feel;
A birthgiver to mine happiness
Mine gosh, her amour's so real.
iv.
**** beautiful, masterpiece of God
For her mine soul, belongeth to, and throb's;
I'll seeith her soon, in the Asian fogged dawn
I'll seeith mine muse, the pure one of God.
v.
She's all I desire, when the flood's do rain
She's the glory in sadness, in mine pain;
She's whom I liveth, when mine blood leak's
I canst sayeth none more, I'll let mine love speak.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/mine Reyna/soul
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
Eurydice's ****** body is covered in moss
I feel her aged finish and weep
We all scattered when it hit
I ran into an abandoned watermill
To hid from the infection they're trying to spread
The knowledge of good and evil
Apartment complexes mowed down
Only the doors remained standing
To be open and allow a sound to come out
The sound of defiant opposition
That will shake the world from this contagion
The Birthgiver's sacrifice, her life taken in vain
Now a mystic, an alchemist, a shaman and a mage come from the other side of the world
Here is the sound
The one the calls us
Here is the picture
Faded to yellow
Tattered away by time
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
Poem #4
Sunday, It was sunday when you started to build me up again
Sunday is the day when you come near me
Sunday is the day when you draped your arms on my shoulder in front of your birthgiver
Sunday is the day when I felt happy again
Sunday is the day when I felt the butterflies on my stomach again
You just smiled when my brother-in-law teased you
You just deny and pulled over your arms from my shoulder
I really cant read you
I really cant feel how you feel
Confirmation, The only thing I wanted from you for me to feel better
Confirmation is what I need if I should continue or not
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 3:51 AM UTC
Poem #6
While in the cab going to the mall
My Birthgiver and I saw you walking down the street
I felt bad for not calling you
But honestly, I really want to go back just to get you
After I get connected to the internet, I chatted you
I asked where are you and you answer me just like before
But I saw difference and it strange that it seems like you changed how you treat me
I feel like an old sister to you not a girl who can be with you
I always think about you the time I was at the mall
I always think that I hope we cross our way or you passed by at my place
I always think that I hope I can see you
While walking going to the foodcourt, At the escalator
We cross our way
I, going up and you going down
Your focus is in your bag while my focused is yours only
Then, I cant stop myself on calling you
It was like a fairytale
It was like a scenario that just only happened at the movie
Maybe because I was thinking about you the whole time
It was really magical, though I dont believe in magic
But I was dispointed because you just said something
But you didn't follow me
You even did not chat me
Just like before, just like what we used to.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 4:17 AM UTC
Alexandra
You had the name of a queen
The heart of a lion
Your love could be felt and seen
You were my birthgiver
My friend
Part of my soul
Never got tell you how much I really loved you
Now it's out of my control
Because those words
They echo back to my ear
Always hoping your voice will cut through
And take away the fear
Now I have to go on
Alone and afraid
Every second
Wishing you could have stayed
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC