"blarring" poems
Recoil. And recoil fast.
She was of simple taste so He shattered her veiny lungs with his spit almost effortlessly.
Under his weight she was stunted, her limbs frozen by the constant of his blarring audioporn.
At every touch she had to brace herself for his embrace.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
You see mom
Im not totally helpless
I have watched
For the last 16 years
How you have changed
How this family has changed
But what you dont see
Is that I bleed
That I cry inside
Thinking, hoping to escape
Escape the hell this home has come to be
Escape the constant reminder
We are not a family
You see mom
I have my talents
I have been observing everyone
Every little thing
Just to gain more knowledge
And I want you to see
I want you to know
Mom Im 17 now
Im not that little kid
Who called for you when dad wasnt home
When I had nightmares
Mom please realize this
I wish you would stop
Stop for a minute and look
Look and see the man I have become
Look at the man you helped raise
Sure Im not the greatest
But you were the inspiration
To make a better me
Mom let go
And let me wander off
See the world for what it is
Not the way you have described it
I know this world is hard
And that life will get harder
But how am I to face that challenge
When you are here
Holding me back
Holding me prisoner in a home
That has become almost unbearable
Mom I love you and dad
But face it
Ever since the others left
Got kicked out
They forgot me
They dont bother to call me
Just to say hi
Im not happy
And I know thats what you and pops what for me
But how can I obtain it
You see mom
Even at night
I hear you get up
I hear you at night
I know you have trouble sleeping
So do I
You think I dont know anything
That I dont know what goes on
But even when you hear the music blarring
I can still hear you and dad
Fighting over the little bit of money we have
Yeah I know this poem os a little personal
But hopefully you will wake up
Realize IM NOT A LITTLE KID ANYMORE
I have matured faster than any of the others
I know where Im going
Where it is I want to go
And thats all thanks to you
You were home when pops wasnt
You were there when I came home from school
Sure we have our differences
But thats because
Well its obvious
You dont let me do the things I want
The things that will better me
I want to make my own mistakes
Learn from them on my own
Im tired of observing
Im tired of learning from others
I want to lear on my own
Can you please find it within you
To give me a chance
Let me take a chance at falling
Picking myself up
And dusting myself off
I dont need you to clean my face
Every time I have a smudge on it
Im a young man now
17 not 4
Remember that please
I love you
Your the only mother I truly ever had
Thank you!
I do apprecate you for that
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC
Do you remember the jeep
Going for rides
With the top down
And music blarring
I sang at the top of my lungs
My hair blowing everywhere
Dancing in my seat
To Bonjovi
And Guns and Roses
We took the back roads
Absorbing the sunlight
I loved those moments
Bonding over music
That only you and I shared
Forgetting the rest of the world
Just you and me
No girlfriends
Or school
Or drama
Do you remember the White Sox game
My first baseball game
I don't remember who they played
Or who won
It was Rich and Felicia
You and me
I begged you for a hat
To remember the day
I still have it
It's hanging in my closet
By the clasps in back
It's getting old
And *****
I don't let people touch it
Not very often at least
It's an awesome memory
And people don't unserstand
What the hat means to me
Do you remember Six Flags
It was you and I
Rich and Felicia
I remember the long lines
And constant jokes
I remember waiting for superman
Nearly dying of laughter
From your stupid jokes
I was afraid
Afraid of its height
But I got on
With the three of you
It was a lot of fun
Even though I kept my eyes closed
The rush of the wind in my hair
My voice was hoarse
After screaming most of the time
I remember getting squid hats
Making funny faces for the camera
I remember getting to the front of that line
The raging bull
A large roller coaster
That I lost my nerve on
I felt bad because you wouldn't ride without me
But my fear overruled
Do you remember the sushi bar
Where I had sushi for the first time
It was an old place
And an odd experience
But one I don't regret
It felt strange
On my tounge and throat
But I enjoyed it
Learning about a different culture
From you
Something that stays between us
Something no one else can intrude on
So many memories I have
Of you and I
We don't talk much
Since I'm always busy
Sorry I'm not around much
Even though I'd like to be
Sometimes I feel out of place
But you still include me
With the family
In your life
Letting me know
That I'm welcome at any point
I love you dad
Even if I don't say it
You're stuck with me
Forever and eternity
Good memories are always there
With just you and me
Stuff I wont forget
Stuff I'll remember until I die
So here's a few
Of the things
That comes to mind
When I think of you
Happy Father's Day dad
I love you
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
BLARRING with LOUD TRIUMPHANT SOUND
Resonating from ear to ear echos the JOY I hear when your laughter appears
Give me MORE and pour it on thick for it's JOY I get when we're in ITS MIDST
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC