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 Jan 2014 Writam Allan Ray
Peach
Bodies fused
Hearts refused
I'm bored with you....
I mean with this
Pardon my Freudian slip
But you and I are a sinking ship
We lost our script
Somewhere in a forsaken crypt
Slipped and tripped
Because we weren't equipped
To go beyond the strip
Lips and hips
Led towards the typical trip
But I've got the pistol gripped
No fear, time to empty the clip

© 2013-2014 Peach
Teddy was the little girls toy

Took it everywhere that she went

Gave her so much fun to enjoy

Even though one leg was bent



Teddy was her very best friend

Cuddle him on every day

But it had to happen in the end

She grew up and went away



Teddy was left to go cold

Forgotten that he was there

Another year gone, another year old

Wondering why she did not care



Years went by and he was raggered and torn

But another little girl found him and took him home

It did not matter Teddy was battered and worn

Because she loved him as her own
The fire roared, I quiver my chin
As I sat there and cried when my mother ran in
To save the life of my dear little brother
He came out safely... but what about mother

When Jason was born, my father left
Later on he was arrested for violence and theft
At the hospital Jason and I yelled out
Where is our mother, we cried a shout

Than the police man told us the terrible truth
How we had to go to a place filled with youth
It had babies, toddlers, tweens, and teens
But what about my mommy... what did the police man mean

Years later I sat in a hard wooden chair
Facing a couple with blue eyes and blond hair
I won't go with them, they won't tear me apart from my brother
They won't tear me apart from my mother

I sat on a window seal
No one will ever understand the sadness I feel
No one... tears escaped from my eyes
As I sat and watched the years pass by

Why is my life so worthless
As it takes away people that I will miss
Why do I feel like crap
As I face the basic fact

That how I can't reverse the time
How I can't take control of the life which is mine
All I want is my brother back
All I want is my mother back
 Jan 2014 Writam Allan Ray
Caitie
It pains me to see you hurt
You're upset
and you're in pain
and you would rather jump off
the top of a 10 story building
than continue to live.
Your blood isn't flowing
and your soul is dead.
And you have razor sharp skin.
Because you hurt
and you know what its like to be broken
and failed when you were promised a life of joy.
Stranger,
Why won't you look at me?
With those piercing blue eyes
parting that pale, beautiful skin.
Like a sea-
parting the sand.

Stranger,
Why won't you turn my way?
With a brush of that platinum hair
on that harsh jawline.
Like a field of wheat-
tickling the striking sky.

Stranger,
Why won't you smile at me?
With that quiescent smirk
surfacing on those pale pink lips.
Like a sunset-
just starting to sink behind the trees.

Stranger,
Why won't you gaze at me?
Like the way-
  I gaze at you.

Stranger,
Make me feel beautiful.
Make me feel noticed.
Make me feel-

Worth It.

Stranger,
Your walking away.
As if you haven't just crushed a heart.
A soul.

Stranger,
*Look at me.

— The End —