While you grew and grew
I never knew
Your heart was broken
And that there was one
Where there should’ve been two.
After you were born
The doctor explained
Your lungs wouldn’t last
You were breathing too fast
And growing too slow
Your blood flow was mixed
And you had to be fixed.
So right from the start
Your heart wasn’t whole
But your soul
Was a universe
And your eyes
Of millions of galaxies.
Your body was strong
And your cry was a song.
I named you beloved
And through you, I discovered
For the very first time
I was whole.
Please always remember
You are far more beautiful
You are my ultimate inspiration
And I’ll always consider you
My most perfect creation.
My life is imperfect.
I have been in quite some trouble lately,
making mistakes that may define me to the outside world
Saying goodbye to my rock collection
embracing a new part of me.
My life has been close to a disaster
I am my own terrorist
Ive been filling these days with incompetence and stale memories
My life has been infected and flawed,
but I am happier than I've ever been
in this defective life.
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander’s mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven’s sweetest air.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater being wooed of time,
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present’st a pure unstainèd prime.
Thou hast passed by the ambush of young days,
Either not assailed, or victor being charged;
Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,
To tie up envy, evermore enlarged.
If some suspect of ill masked not thy show,
Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.
You were the new addition to the house,
Over the past year I watched you grow,
Oh how I love you so,
You were my pride,
You still are even after you died,
You were my joy,
My sweet little boy,
Why did you have to go?
So frail you were,
Just a dot of black fur,
Little did we know,
In your lungs grew a great foe.
You ran so strangely,
Like a tottering baby,
But we didn't know,
About the pain you refused to show.
Not knowing what was going on,
Not knowing you were gone,
I hope you hold on tight,
To the clouds above me tonight.
Mouse I love you,
After all you been through,
I hope you rest in peace,
And let your soul release,
To the sweet above,
Followed by my ever lasting love.
I fell from the stars that night
I feared the clouded dark sky
And severed all ties with my world
I collapsed from within
A Birth called forth my fear
Brought about worry, my tears
For five long months it had built within
Until it happened and I fell to the ground
An excuse to begin closing my windows
Yet no blame can I place on him
Inwardly broken and frightened of the unknown
That weary cool night, my brother was born,
No control had been placed in my hands
No one had asked me what I wanted
My God simply had different plans
For my family, for his birth, for when
Plans that would prove greater than I could imagine
For a boy to show us all what life truly is
To prove that love is more powerful than sin
To teach us what it really means
That night was the foundation of following feats
My brother would breathe and walk,
His mind would prove stronger than possible
The miracle of our home caused us all
Despite the distress caused by his birth
In time I grew stronger in mind and in heart
For that night I knew that everyday I’d see his face
And realize his joy, his mind, his life. And I’d smile
Because of a defect in the mind of a Twenty - Two year old today, Six people lost their lives. He warned people on You Tube, that he will see to it, that several people dies.
This young man have been seeing the Psychiatrist, since he was eight years old. Why didn't someone have a clue, he would do something so bold?
We have become too relax, to those who are mentally ill. In this case, as a result, precious people are killed.
All of us need to be alert, to those who may be acting strange. Don't be afraid to report to those in leadership, concerning the person's name.
You may not be saving your life, but the lives of others. We should all be alert, to watch out for our sisters, and brothers.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
Honesty being the best policy applies to me
but obviously not to them.
I can see.
the apothecary sells me another blue vial
the silo is loaded
I'm resubmitting my code.
I unload inside
this is my
and you're not invited.
They'll evict you
something you're not
they've got the power and
what have you got?
fuck all and not even a wall to write that on.
If they've gone by the time you arrive
you'll survive until it's your turn
to turn and stare and wonder what
you're doing and where.
or a slow walk to the filing station for a gallon of gas in the can?
They'll crucify me and for whatever policy suits them and all
honesty's overrated which is an understatement
Confinement it is then
the judge reckons a ten
I'll do five
suicide or not
I will survive.