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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.
These are the nicknames for her
These are your love
These are your attitude
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
underground where it's at
I had coin
that was mine
I had plants
my mother skull
I wipe my tears
there's no such thing
it sounds it is
the gods were
mad at us
it's spelled wrong
I could not find
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.
Thank you for the love,
for being you.
They're aren't many words
to describe how I feel
The one that does,
I say faithfully....love
for to long have you been lost,
and now the light has shined your way once more...
and fulfill your dreams.
I wanted to say thank you.
Thank you for protecting 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
Ideas are symbols, ever changing
Concepts dance, recombine
Body and mind
No time to write
Pinning them painfully to the page
In cursive strokes?
He would rather run
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
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
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
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?
your corner faded
curly hair and
dancing all the way home.
In an ancient envelope marked
are a million photographs and
a million walks to
use these for
two pressed in a fading
16: Children and Egotism
To me, the black swing had a wizards touch. With the slightest nudge from my muddy toe, it would fling me into the deep water of the sky. In late March the sun beat it's pale, winter heart away to kiss the twinge of cold still in the air. It made the patches of snow around the base of the maples glisten, and it would examine it's reflection in the puddles on the patio. I didn't call it narcissism because the sun never seemed to love himself as much as I did in those slightly chilly weeks before spring took off her ratty winter clothes.
On the upswing he caught me full in the face with his handsome brightness. Something in my chest swe
winter and her
her blue-blood cellophaned over,
the lonely-orphaned queen.
she's stretched over
tough brown fields
with their bayonets, bloodless
like a grey nylon
torn on the toes.
and thin air
make her ache
16: My Cathedral at Night
During the summer the backyard became my private cathedral. I remember waiting with my thin summer blanket pulled around my shoulders, waiting until the drone of the 10:00 news hat to have pun my parents to sleep. at exactly 10:47 by the digital clock on my dresser that looked like wood but just barely I would swing my long, bare, gawky legs over the edge o fmy matress. I'd let my toes expore the old hardwood floor. Iw as sure that I'd never forget each crack and dimple of it's unforgiving brown skin.
I stood slowly, so as not to let any second go by without it's due appreciation. At the age of sixteen you know all to well thath every
I listened to You
because digital aunts
were getting old
and tinny sounding
and I wanted You, at least,
to be real
child of my heritage
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
Your courage made them
O Child of many
lights and many
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