"pearson" poems
Let us run,
Let us hide,
Let us fade,
Along with the tide.
Within the sea,
She silently breathed,
The heavens were waiting,
Along with me.
Miss you she said
-looking up at the sky-
She turned her back,
And waved goodbye.
Submerged by the water,
Slowly she sinks
-Timeless and lifeless-
No seconds to think.
Slowly she drifts,
At peace at last.
Looking back at her life,
It sure was a blast.
What happened to her?
What went so wrong?
What caused her to go..
After so long?
The time has now ended,
Along with her pain.
She can now rest,
Can't be harmed again.
E.M Pearson
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
She stared at her thighs,
Tears streaming her face,
Wanting to hide,
In an isolated place.
Fatter and fatter,
They grew and grew,
Before her eyes,
Yet nobody knew.
The pain she felt,
As she watched her reflection,
Searching around her,
Wanting protection.
Her heart starts to bleed,
And her bones start to wither,
Her skin loses colour,
She continues to shiver.
The person inside her,
Causing these thoughts,
Distort her reality,
And need to be caught.
She has an illness,
A serious one too,
So please don't ignore it,
Cause next could be you.
So let's raise awareness,
Of these devils inside,
Let's hunt them down,
Leaving nowhere to hide.
Reach out your hand,
Come on, speak out,
We will beat this together,
Lets scream and shout--
To victory at last!
Its been a long time coming,
So many lost lives,
But we're no longer running.
E.M Pearson
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
There comes a time
In everyday,
Where sense of reality
Withers away,
In hours or seconds-
Days or years,
Your soul will awaken,
Along with your tears.
Red as the roses
And weeping like willows,
The windows start crying
While your lungs start to billow.
But when this time comes,
And you cant get away,
Please stick around
For at least one more day.
I know things are hard,
But they will be okay,
Please let down your guard,
We will make it someday.
E.M Pearson
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
I have a new big brother
He's dressed in tory blue
He's not just my big brother
I think he's your bro too!
He sits up in his tower
Pulling strings across the land
But when a string of his should break
It's not his *** that gets canned
I found out my incumbent
Goes to Africa every year
In fact I'm told he stays there
For as long as he stays here
I don't really believe it
But you know it must be true
My Big Brother called to tell me
I'm surprised that he got through
Six months away is what we're told
Glen Pearson spent away
But tales like this sound more like they
Were told by Stockwell Day
So late at night, my phone did ring
To tell me how to vote
They told me how the Liberals
Were up the creek without a boat
I know that I'm supposed to go
To the church across the street
That's where the poll is and I know
It's where our local voters meet
But when my bro called down to me
And said, "You don't go there"
This time you vote in Ingersoll
There is no line up there
My big brother said we were wrong
His party would not stoop
To do phone calls to folks like us
That was a bunch of ****
Why would he lie, he is the King
I've read his license plate
He's my brother, one I'm told
That holds on to my fate
His party gave out tax rewards
To companies for jobs
They took all of the money
And they closed the shop down....slobs
It's funny how one person can
Phone ridings, not one missed
But I can't get their calls to stop
And I'm on the no call list
Robo calling is what it is
A heinous crime at best
Nixon used it in the States
Although he never did confess
Comparing my Big Brother now
To Tricky Dicky Nixon
Well, I've got to say
Those PC's sure know just the way to fix one.
To hang one man out for this task
It surely can't be true
I wonder if he'll change his mind
And his suit of Tory Blue
I ask around and all I hear
is I voted NDP
So, how in hell, explain to me
they'e a majority
I know that my Big Brother
Would not do such a thing
Excuse me for a moment
But my phone's about to ring!
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 6:59 PM UTC
Rough ***
thin skin,
still breathing.
-Lauren Pearson
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC
Our reality is always
changing.
Turning, wobbling.
Falling apart,
and back together again.
I expect nothing from life.
The problem with
beliefs.
The problem with
expectations.
They lead to disappointment.
To live without ideas
of how life comes and goes,
is to be wise.
Ride with life.
All its steep hills
and double loops.
Embrace whatever happens.
Bury it in your arms
and realize that this...
this is the part of
life that terrifies people.
Because beliefs...they're ignorant.
Expectations...they're irrelevant.
Let go of all the weights holding
you. Free yourself to a life of
traveling. Experience your emotions,
your pain, your happiness.
Let yourself be taken into the
chaotic, peaceful, violent, loving, lying, helping, wonderfully ironic,
state we call being alive.
I am Lauren Pearson,
and I am not a believer.
I have opened my eyes,
and I am enlightened.
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 5:09 AM UTC
The vastness of the Earth.
The depth of the Sea.
The sparkle of the stars,
Are what led you to me.
Your deep blue eyes,
Your glistening smile,
The fluttery feelings
Been distant a while.
Protectively Shielding,
I put up my guard,
You pull me in closely
and see that Im scarred.
You kiss my cheek gently,
Fears floated a way,
Reaching out for my hand;
'I am here to stay.'
E.M Pearson
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
Two minds bond together
A mutual feeling of oneness
Time stands still
Life and joy
The moment lives forever
Fingers running over velvet skin
Sweet scent of your body
Gentle movements in rhythm with our bonding
My heart sings with pure pleasure
The moment lives forever
Breathing and lost in time
Arousal wetness flows freely
Entering is ecstatic joy
Sighs of mutual pleasure
The moment lives forever
- Pearson-
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
THOUGHTS
Days consumed with images and memories of you...
hugs,smiles,
jokes,laughs,
stares, sweet kisses so thoughts continue.
Looking towards the constellations deep contemplations
of whether or not we are destined to be controls my entity.
Distracted by the funky melondies of untalented singers disrupt my yearning heartbeat.
At times the feeling of flight overpowers me
but there's something about you that leads to the constant cancellations of my many trips.
See shorty doo *** rolling oowops...
you intrigued my mind, captured my soul and now your so close to holding my heart that it seems unreal.
I don't fall easily!
You're piercing my heart without my consent.
You shot me in the back and I became limp to all my Desires
all the while I was looking at you,eye to eye,
Yes this was the entire time.
Confusing right,
frustratingly enough its pretty complex this surprise attack.
I have yet to start the healing process but what's even worse is Im not absolutely sure if I want to experience that,
Or if your even ready yet!
Guess Not...
You said you'll take a Raincheck
Just Speak
Ta'resa Pearson
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC
what is love
is it kissing each other
is it hugging
no love is when you care for someone and
will never let them go but it is also kissing hugging
but you need to care to be loved
if you dont cares for the pearson who loves you
they will break your heart and neber agin will they love you
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
a phone call
from area code 772.
Jensen Beach, FL.
a retreat beside the waves.
a refuge built
so far away
to keep you safe
and help you
recuperate.
i slide my thumb across the screen,
busting the chains of my purgatory.
you pause briefly,
right before you say, "Hello, Pearson."
your inflection hangs
on my name,
as if to hold me
in your mouth.
i linger in your lungs
like the smoke
from your favorite
cigarettes.
when you breathe
me out, i hear the sigh
of relief, signaling how much
you'd hoped i'd pick up.
you say, "so,
tell me something new."
a detail i neglected to include
in one of the daily letters
i'd sent to you. absently,
i search for a subject.
anything. but all
that comes to mind
is, "god, you've no idea
how much i've missed you.
it's so good to hear you speak."
five minutes. that's all.
i wish i'd had more time.
i would've used my tongue
to gently ply
your contours
and tantalize your mind.
i once built a home
inside your psyche.
a dragon usurped my throne,
but only temporarily.
i returned with an army
of those who'd die
to liberate you.
so permit me to feed
your creativity,
enabling your addiction
to my free-verse.
don't mind me
as i continually use
my poetry to clean
up the place.
i'll weave you a tapestry
of multicolor. you've kicked
the habit, but you still fancy
the way my lyrics get
your knees knocking,
your body quaking.
you couldn't quit me
even if you wanted to.
so, i'll remain
in the secret places
of your brain, building bridges
across rivers of synaptic gaps
until, one day,
you'll find me spray-painting graffiti
in your dopamine cathedral.
you'll ask, "after all this time?"
and i'll say, "always."
i'll plant new seeds
until i run out of letters
to string together. with each
polyrhythmic twirl,
a dexterous melody
will exacerbate your ecstasy,
each stanza a slick finger
slipping beneath
your skin, leaving you
calling out my name again.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
To give something from the heart
Expecting love and gratitude
Is like trying to give a heart
To a heartless pearson
Or to give love to someone
Who spits upon it..
May 14, 2010
May 14, 2010 at 7:16 PM UTC
Once an Augustinian abbey
Yet open all year round
Vaulted ceilings
Lofty light space
Elegant arches
Until Henry
Poured hot water
On the sugared stones
A short lived tantrum
A small church springs
Into a Cathedral
G. E Street
New nave
Gothic revival
J. L Pearson
Twin towers at the west end
Hitler's bombs could only
Smash a few windows
An abstract image of the holy spirit
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 7:37 PM UTC