"latham" poems - Hello Poetry

on my better days I am a gypsy songbird addicted to dying my hair unnatural colors wearing too much jewelry & swaying my hips to the Counting Crows or Queens of the Stone Age on my scarier days I am a modified hermit addicted to hard liquor and coffee daydreaming about the things that will never be mine & blaring sad piano ballads about rotten, undignified, but true, true love on my normal days I am a mommy my son will be a year old on Sunday & he is my entire soul I am addicted to his dimples his laughter & watching him sleep if anyone were to ever tell a tale of the dear Latham girl, they would have to say "Well, didn't you know? Davy Martin saved his mama's life."

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Feb 1, 2012

Feb 1, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC

jml90

.Hey Davy, what do you think about lavender hair?.

on my better days I am a gypsy songbird addicted to dying my hair unnatural colors wearing too much jewelry & swaying my hips to the Counting Crows or Queens of the Stone Age on my scarier days I am a modified hermit addicted to hard liquor and coffee daydreaming about the things that will never be mine & blaring sad piano ballads about rotten, undignified, but true, true love on my normal days I am a mommy my son will be a year old on Sunday & he is my entire soul I am addicted to his dimples his laughter & watching him sleep if anyone were to ever tell a tale of the dear Latham girl, they would have to say "Well, didn't you know? Davy Martin saved his mama's life."

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You see I am a silent Tao more words count less especially in this letter, And when you're finished reading it you can laugh at me if it makes you feel any better. Which is okay with me but what's not is that you all just get to keep on living, Without me with you during all of your tomorrows so this note is my forgiving; To my family and friends who have hurt me and treated me wrong... But maybe no fault of yours but still it hurt and didn't even make me strong. To all except my daughter who needs no forgiveness from me she's done to me nothing wrong, Unlike I did to her her whole life but it's like I said...because I'm not very strong. A coward really! But I'm not gay, a ****** or flamboyant, It doesn't really matter though anyway I still am a dissapointment. So I deserve your ridicule I'm no good to others and in my life it has shown, I don't expect you to except me to forgive me or to even to condone... This "Pipeline Boy" who in my youth which is how I was raised and I thought it was right, From behind closed doors was I taught to be feminine and ladylike. I tried to live my life straight marrying three lovely ladies..."myself" I tried to convert, I helped to make a little girl (it was my crowning achievement in life) my marriages didn't work. Attempting to ask for forgiveness I was rushed and sorta fell, Falling fifty-five feet breaking twenty-one bones and on my way to hell. Trying to forgive myself in front of God on my way down... "I'm Still Falling!" were my very last thoughts just before my body hit the ground. You see I've been treated like a ***** all my life by most these men, I don't know if it's theirs or mine to own...this unforgivable sin. So now I partake in the world's oldest profession, Woman don't do what's done to me being a women's the only way for me to get to Heaven! So now I am Robin Ashley and hope for as long as I am you'll be my friend, Because It no longer feels right for me to go around living life just to pretend. My last name stays the same so she won't feel I abandoned her again, For she's the only one in this world that I do not want to offend. So I'll live my life in cognito causing you all no consequence nor strife, When you're apalled by this letter remember it's not yours-but it's "My" life! I apologize for posting such an obscene 'b l of distaste, I'm just so **** tired of living my life with a mask on my face. I don't know how my family found me here on facebook I guess it really doesn't matter, My name is now Robin Ashley Latham and its because it makes me less sadder! Robin Ashley

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Sep 13, 2015

Sep 13, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC

robin-ashley

"The Silent Tao"

You see I am a silent Tao more words count less especially in this letter, And when you're finished reading it you can laugh at me if it makes you feel any better. Which is okay with me but what's not is that you all just get to keep on living, Without me with you during all of your tomorrows so this note is my forgiving; To my family and friends who have hurt me and treated me wrong... But maybe no fault of yours but still it hurt and didn't even make me strong. To all except my daughter who needs no forgiveness from me she's done to me nothing wrong, Unlike I did to her her whole life but it's like I said...because I'm not very strong. A coward really! But I'm not gay, a ****** or flamboyant, It doesn't really matter though anyway I still am a dissapointment. So I deserve your ridicule I'm no good to others and in my life it has shown, I don't expect you to except me to forgive me or to even to condone... This "Pipeline Boy" who in my youth which is how I was raised and I thought it was right, From behind closed doors was I taught to be feminine and ladylike. I tried to live my life straight marrying three lovely ladies..."myself" I tried to convert, I helped to make a little girl (it was my crowning achievement in life) my marriages didn't work. Attempting to ask for forgiveness I was rushed and sorta fell, Falling fifty-five feet breaking twenty-one bones and on my way to hell. Trying to forgive myself in front of God on my way down... "I'm Still Falling!" were my very last thoughts just before my body hit the ground. You see I've been treated like a ***** all my life by most these men, I don't know if it's theirs or mine to own...this unforgivable sin. So now I partake in the world's oldest profession, Woman don't do what's done to me being a women's the only way for me to get to Heaven! So now I am Robin Ashley and hope for as long as I am you'll be my friend, Because It no longer feels right for me to go around living life just to pretend. My last name stays the same so she won't feel I abandoned her again, For she's the only one in this world that I do not want to offend. So I'll live my life in cognito causing you all no consequence nor strife, When you're apalled by this letter remember it's not yours-but it's "My" life! I apologize for posting such an obscene 'b l of distaste, I'm just so **** tired of living my life with a mask on my face. I don't know how my family found me here on facebook I guess it really doesn't matter, My name is now Robin Ashley Latham and its because it makes me less sadder! Robin Ashley

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Wandering shadows drift upon my street, They stop outside my door begin to speak: Halum hecat. They peer through glass as though they see my face, They wave at me as if to call my name, And with dry voices whisper through the space: Nehim ruhat. Perhaps I should be gripped by dreadful fear, Hide in my bed beneath the blankets tight, Scream out and wake, relieved to find it clear— It was a dream, a fragment of the night. But I feel no fear. Instead, I’m curious, And like a dream, I slowly start to drift Toward those shadows, whispering to us: Sahat lehud. A shiver runs through every vein and bone, I press my palm against the icy pane, And from the shadows, rising like a moan: Khalim tahud. I see a thousand shadows writhe in night, They signal me, they press against the glass, And from their whispers, delicate yet slight, A single voice like balm begins to pass: Tahil latham. Perhaps a dying soul’s faint shadow calls, Or one unborn, whose heart has yet to beat. And something in me rises, breaking walls— I answer in their tongue, obscure, discreet: Tahat naham. Then I dissolve into the misted pane, I pass beyond into the frozen dark. And I become a shadow lost, profane, To roam the streets forever, without spark. And I will softly cry: Naum tahit. And I will cry aloud: Halum hecat.

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Jan 20, 2025

Jan 20, 2025 at 7:46 AM UTC

valentin_eni

Wandering Shadows

Wandering shadows drift upon my street, They stop outside my door begin to speak: Halum hecat. They peer through glass as though they see my face, They wave at me as if to call my name, And with dry voices whisper through the space: Nehim ruhat. Perhaps I should be gripped by dreadful fear, Hide in my bed beneath the blankets tight, Scream out and wake, relieved to find it clear— It was a dream, a fragment of the night. But I feel no fear. Instead, I’m curious, And like a dream, I slowly start to drift Toward those shadows, whispering to us: Sahat lehud. A shiver runs through every vein and bone, I press my palm against the icy pane, And from the shadows, rising like a moan: Khalim tahud. I see a thousand shadows writhe in night, They signal me, they press against the glass, And from their whispers, delicate yet slight, A single voice like balm begins to pass: Tahil latham. Perhaps a dying soul’s faint shadow calls, Or one unborn, whose heart has yet to beat. And something in me rises, breaking walls— I answer in their tongue, obscure, discreet: Tahat naham. Then I dissolve into the misted pane, I pass beyond into the frozen dark. And I become a shadow lost, profane, To roam the streets forever, without spark. And I will softly cry: Naum tahit. And I will cry aloud: Halum hecat.

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