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Storm Lightning
Fast
Bright
Crying
Screaming

Thunder
Sl ow
Thoughtful
Boom ing
Yelling

Together they make the rain,
That brings life to the land.

Together they bring the sto

For DadWe walk together,
I keep your hand,
So strong, and soft, and warm.
It's so nice feeling
It pours my heart with happiness and love,
And I feel so safe, and secure, and confident.
I want to hold it,
And never let out.

Please protect me,
Hold me tight,
Hug and hide,
From cruel world,
From cold wind,
From these impudent eyes.
I'm your little girl.

And even though I always lacked you,
And you'll never answer my questions,
I love you...

For All The Love Of MothersMoms.
Mothers.
Mommys.

These are the nicknames for her
These are your love
These are your attitude

It brings:

Joy
Kindness
Loyalty
And Friendship

You can make it more sweet

For all the love of mothers.

Happy Mother's Day Mom.

Time, my friend, my enemyThe smooth rich patina of the mahogany cased clock
On the mantel mocks me in the gloom of the evening parlour
Ticking away the hours of my life at a relentless pace
As I sit there waiting, waiting, waiting
For what, I don't know
Yesterday segues into today that shades into tomorrow
Smooth as you like, each into the next with nothing
To mark the transition but periods of light and dark
That barely register, light, dark, light,
Day, night, who can tell
People come and people go, doing that dance they do
Making themselves comfortable and then deciding
They never want to speak to you again
Who knows why, maybe it's me, maybe it's them
Time takes them anyway
Just as time will take me and all of us, in the end
I look in the mirror and the face I see now
Is the face of my mother and her mother before her
Foreshadowing my daughter's future
From which there's no escape

Sweet meetingIn this summer night I look up and see
Stars twinkle in the night sky
I really wish sometimes I could fly
To visit everyone that's dear to me
Especially I would meet this one person
That doesn't live too far away
And as this certain song starts to play
I really hope things didn't worsen
The next morning I decided to go
To the person that I would love to see
I hope that this certain someone still likes me
But that's what I wanted to know
The person that I wanted to meet
This certain someone waited for me
And I was also very happy to see
That this person still had a smile so sweet
Now tears of happiness are streaming down
Happiness is overflowing me
But the all of a sudden I see
That this person started to frown
"But why are you here?" This person asks in a whisper
And I smiled so bright hugged at her tight
"You see, I made a promise last night
That I wanted to visit you my dear sister"

oh spaceoh space I spot in you
suns
slow explosions

build bomb-shelter
underground where it's at

I had coin
that was mine
I had plants
they withered

my mother skull
I look
inside

I wipe my tears
there's no such thing

it sounds it is
as if
the gods were
mad at us
it's set
it's

small animals
in laboratories

it's spelled wrong

I could not find
where else
or the spine

Pool Of WonderWhy is it that I still come to her aid?
Why is it that I still do things for her and she doesn't recognize it?
Why do I still try to show her things that I know but she sees it as nonsense?
Why do I put up with her?

I lend her something of mine and she insults it by calling it "Ugly". Something that is artistic.
She thinks that what she says is true but she can't prove it just by what she sees.
I tell her my side of the story, yet it is like talking to a wall.

She doesn't listen to me nor understand me. I speak clearly and explain, but she still glares at me.
I don't know what else to do but to keep trying to make her understand. There is

CollegeIt’s awesome how a year has changed me.
One moment I decided to change,
And I went and did it.

I now have Determination.

It’s amazing how that little change helped me.
Lots of people think I’m fun,
And it made me see the good in myself.

I now have Confidence

But it’s sad when I go back to the old places.
No one knows how I’ve changed,
And they refuse to see me any different.

I now have to prove them wrong.

MotherMother....
Thank you for the love,
the memories,
for being you.

They're aren't many words
to describe how I feel
The one that does,
I say faithfully....love

Mother,
for to long have you been lost,
and now the light has shined your way once more...
follow is,
and fulfill your dreams.

Mother,
I wanted to say thank you.
Thank you for protecting me,
loving me,
and always being there for me.

As another Mothers day
comes and goes,
I just wanted to let you know
how much you mean to me.
Happy Mothers Day!
I love you

LearningMy son troubles his teachers
Because he thinks too quickly
In lightning strokes of understanding
Leaping ahead
Impatient
Ideas are symbols, ever changing
Concepts dance, recombine
Body and mind
Moving, moving
No time to write
Catching words
Pinning them painfully to the page
In cursive strokes?
No.
He would rather run
Fight
Laugh
Leap
Thoughts move too fast to capture
On a static page

My daughter troubles her teachers
Because she leaves the classroom
Her body stays quietly
But she has gone to the moon
Or across the street
Or into the body of a bird in flight
Words trouble her
They shift and tumble
Senseless, disorderly
Pictures, movies, soun

Painend The creepypasta

I must tell you, frankly, buy the new Pokemon Black game online, has been the worst decision of my life. You will soon understand why.

A couple of months ago, I made this mistake: I got my Pokémon Black game, buying it online ... Here it all started.

One morning after breakfast, the postman knocked on my door. I knew exactly what was coming, they had been waiting for his arrival for about three weeks. Infinite patience I had to get the precious (precious, I thought so at first) game, was rewarded at last. I opened the door, I signed papers and got my package. Since that time felt, at the same time the joy of having it, an ominous fee

ExpectationsTonight is the great night!
Tonight Vicki will finally return!
He promised to get it for me.
A replica of the awesomest weapon ever!
Only a few minutes left.
Oh this is so exciting!
A real replica of the famous Kyle!
The sword wielded by you, the White Warrior!
I have all your posters, trading cards,
And even a blood sample of all your victims!
Cozly I'm also wearing the original 4-V-Costume.
Made of 100% elven leather!
The only thing missing now is Kyle!
When I have him I can be just like you,
Move like you, fight like you!
Dance, crush and slash!
Oh I wish I could hold Kyle in my hands right now!
His ebony grip and blade forged of the fines

Aren't daddy's just dandyI sense the presence
of raindrops, kissing the cusp curves of my neck
as some collect in the dip of my collar bones
and slip off the cliff of my shoulders
until finding home in my palms
I feel them move smoothly,
perusing my body
like fish swimming
down stream,
searching for an ocean more open
than the ponds of my palms,
I clasp my hands around them
in attempt to capture their company,
but even the raindrops leave me
just
like
you
did.

Double Trouble            There were two curious cats.
           One named Black, and one named Jack.

           Black got curious with the dryer.
           Jack got curious with the fire.

           Black scratched a mat.
           Jack scratched a bat.

Where are you, Mother?Where are you, Mother?

I woke up and you weren't home
You left a note on the door
Upset because I left out my braces
You had to leave to avoid fighting

I know we never got along well
We were never the best of friends
There was always a battle going on
And no one could ever win

Where did you go, Mother?

Where are you, in your head?
What makes you act this way?
Why am I pushed aside carelessly
Because you get upset for no reason?

The world is painfully temporary
Please cease this madness now
There's not much time left to fight
Please come back and just be here

Where are we now, Mother?

Do I even have a mother? Did I ever?
This fractured

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your corner faded
paper hearts
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smell of
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dancing all the way home.

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in vinyl
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were getting old
and tinny sounding
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to be real
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orange drops
have one glisten
in picnic table sunlight
small frozen flutters called Children
mid-grin
without the taint of wisdom
beyond the unassuming
'how to play'
that we somewhere
threw down
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child of my heritage

by ~lovableditz, May 21, 2005, 10:34:08 AM
Literature / Poetry / Family Life / Free Verse

One day you will read this
in a dusty book, O
Child of many nights
and much life.
Then you will know that
in your veins run
the journey of thousands
who fell and who ran
who jumped and who sprained
their souls on the rocks
of future and the shores
of history.
Your courage made them
walk,
O Child of many
lights and many
a song.

child of my heritageby ~lovableditz

Literature / Poetry / Family Life / Free Verse

a poem for the daughters and sons I hope I'll have someday.

preview thanks to datarec (stock.xchng)

!UnbearableLightness Jun 19, 2005

undoubtedly very possible. your poems are proof enough.

*somnomollior May 21, 2005 Writer

I like this very much. It is an optimistic and up-lifting piece.

~lovableditz May 22, 2005 Writer

*smiles* thanks!

~LiveItFull May 21, 2005

word music always makes connections; I like the preview and enjoy its relativity to your words. The 'rocks of the future' - an apt metaphor: to climb or to let block you....always your own choice.

~lovableditz May 21, 2005 Writer

thanks! I've kind of got the future on my mind of late...

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