"sitll" poems
so you think you had it hard?
when you were five years old,
you were given hasbro toys,
when i was five,
I learned how to fold,
and help mom do the laundry,
and tuck my little brother and sister in ,
when you were seven?
you were spoiled beyond your wildest dreams,
when i was seven,
I learned to help make lunches,
and stick up for my little sister at school
when you were ten?
you had the best birthday party,
when i was ten,
I helped mom save up for my sisters birthday present,
that year she wanted a doll house,
and that year she got it, finally
When you were 12,
you went to your first sleepover,
when I was 12,
my daddy lost his job,
When you were 16?
You got your first car,
I bet that was the best part,
when i was 16,
I helped my parents pay the bills,
with my first job,
Are we sitll equals?
the difference between you and me?
some people have to grow up faster than others,
some get to be free, some have a responsibility.
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 9:05 PM UTC
Letters conjoin to make
meaning
They fall into place
like humans fall in love
soemtmies not in the rihgt palce but sitll
has meaning
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
She clutches the door frame
As she sinks to the floor.
Her shoulders shake with sobs,
And her knees hit the carpet.
She's crying soundlessly,
Not a single noise escaping..
The sobs come harder now,
Violently shaking her body.
Her head is now buried in her hands,
The tears falling like rain.
She sits there in the dark,
Alone, crying silently.
She crawls to the middle of the floor,
Pushing the door closed, and collapses.
Her face is buried in her arms,
The only sound is her quietly gasping breaths.
All the while
Not a single sound is uttered from her throat.
She doesn't know the reason for her tears,
Only that this isn't the first time.
Her tears often come unbidden,
No cause known to her.
When this happens,
She never utters a sound.
Her cheeks are wet,
And she wipes them with her hands.
The room is sitll dark,
She is still alone, unnoticed.
She hears a step on the stairs,
And, still crying, climbs onto her bed.
Her bedroom door opens,
And the light of the hall floods in.
She feigns sleep,
Her back to the door.
It is open for some seconds longer,
And then it is closed again, quietly,
Drowning her in the peaceful dark once more.
It's some time, a while,
Before her silent sobs subside,
And that has happened once she's asleep.
This is neither the first night, nor the last night
Of many nights
That she's cried herself to sleep,
Her pillows wet, alone in the dark,
And silently.
Always silently.
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 10:51 AM UTC
When you past is gone but your furtue is yet to come
What's the first thing that comes to mind?
Do you wish of new
Or dream of the old
The only thing that took you by surpirse
Was the change in time
Did you want to slow down?
When everything just fell into place
All you remember is the smile on your face
Did you still fear the impossible?
As ill actions were shown
Was respect lost?
When life threw you handfuls of oppertuinities
But none caught you
Did you sitll take the chance?
The chance of change
Chance of somehting new
As if nothing else mattered; The world against you
Unspoken words became guilt
And your regret never left you
Would you speak wisdom now?
When your past is gone but you future is yet to come
What's the first thing that comes to mind?
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC