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KathleenAMaloney Oct 2016
Call it Judgment
Whatever you May
If not  Love
Light the Way
Entrance the Imagination
To Guiet Fortitudr
WIsdom
Dripping
Hot
Inspired
Come....
No thanks
Sherrie Lee Hurd Jun 2010
She drew out her pen and started to write
I could not see her intentions
Her love was unreachable but surely she'd try
to show him her silly pretentions

after all...what did she have to lose

Her heart was transparent..i saw it, i did
and my heart reached out to her sorrow
She pushed her cheap pen and created words
that gave her false hopes of tomorrow

after all...what did she have to lose

And when she was done with that letter she wrote
she folded it and put it to post
with a deep heaving sigh, she first closed her eyes
and thought of who she loved the most

after all...what did she have to lose

And when days had passed and she pulled on her dress
her heart tried to jump from her chest
she ran to the post with excellent glee
and giggled guiet silly and you know the rest

after all..what did she have to lose

But time went by quickly with nothing returned
as she sit and waited so long
her heart grew so cold and her body grew old
but nothing could take her sweet song

after all...what did she have to lose
...and she waits still- From The Dark Faerie Journal
mum
Dear mum,
I haven't forgot you,
I have been away,
Four years no see,
No talk,
I hope you haven't stopped calling me your son...
How I pray to succeed ,
so I come home with a bread,
How I pray God to protect me
So I come home save .
How I pray to God,
To keep you healthy,
So I meet you strong and bouncy.
Mum ,you son is trying everything possible .
He sleeps hoping,
He wakes up thinking of what next,
He has a lot to say
But in all,he just keeps guiet ...
My days are not well when things are not working out,
I fear coming home without something ,
Mum you know me,
I love you,
I remember what you told me,
"Have this twenty and buy a pen"
It touched me,
We were in abject poverty,
I remember how you suffered my dad's beating,
How he broke your hand,
How you stayed away in my brothers home,
How they kicked you and said you were a liability ,
May God answer my prayer ,
That I may come to console you,
That you may forgive the past
That you may see a new sun
That you may smile,
That mum you may find me not a traitor,
Like I may look today.
Mum,you already fought the hardest fight,
I know you have come along way,
It had been tough
It had been rough
I am about to tell you something ,
We shall go trough them successfully .
Mum,allow me one more chance  to try,
I won't come home dry,
I will bring something for you to fry.
God shall never leave us suffer forever,
There shall be changes ,
Positive ones in our home.
You won't cry more,
Enough .
I am you son
I know your pain
I will paint a different picture of you soon.
I PROMISE.
True emotions, true feelings ,true poem of what happened.

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