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A Death of Me (inner spirit)? Print E-mail
Written by Jennifer   
my 2nd poem - it's more of "rap"

When her sanity leaves, the family grieves, but what's worse, like a curse,
is when the mind hides behind a shell of soul, hateful and cold, with lies and stories told of a happy family,
and what's left in me is only the haunting shadows of the death of me.

Now I'm grown, on my own, but it's the memories of my mother's insanity that follow me.

I'm too scared to cry or shout, I fear her spirit still roams about, my guilt of a tortured soul she must be, catching only moments of clarity amongst a scattered tongue about her youngest selfish one.

My father sticking with the vows, until the end of time allows.
Unwilling to protect both, he's a devoted host to the fusion of reality and delusion.

I know he never caused it, but he did nothin' to stop it, and I'd rather just drop it,
but the anger is still riveting while I'm still revisiting her disdain for me.

Now mother, you are proud of me, well your not allowed to be,
You don't have the right to, because it was in spite of you,
that I survived just by keeping my own sanity alive.
You both ignored the damage you were doing. Such a good job of fooling.
Made life a game to place the blame
on the one without control, the one who was told
to play happy family...
...even if it caused a death of me.

Jennifer, California, US.
Thank you so much Mr. McKillop
 
PAPA Print E-mail
Written by Yuyu   

You push me to the ground, expecting me to get up every time.
There are no marks on me, no scars that you can see.
But I can tell you, the wounds inside would bring you to your knees.

My face is paralyzed, the tears have frozen.
Waiting for the day that they can run free.
Although I keep on moving, parts of me have been lost forever.

It's hard to breathe, even harder to wake up.
My heart is fighting not to stop, my head is confused.
My life has been stolen.

I'm still waiting for the light, still hoping for the happy ending.
Striving towards the goal, but for some reason I keep missing.
You always make me stand alone, stopping my arms from reaching.

Maybe one day I'm told I'll look back and smile, so much to be proud of.
You reap what you sow; right now it's hard to believe.
Everything has been destroyed; you've made it all so worthless.

For now I'll keep going, carrying your weight on my shoulders.
Your blood in my veins, my knees are buckling.
You're breaking my back, pulling me under.
The cracks are starting to show.

Yuyu
 
AS FREE AS Print E-mail
Written by KAREN DIXON   

AS FREE AS
I CAN BE I ONLY
WANT TO BE ME
I'M WHAT I'M AND
THIS IS ALL I CAN BE
IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT
I DON'T CARE CAUSE
ALL MY LIFE YOU WAS NEVER
THERE YOU THINK IT'S ALRIGHT
TO PUSH AND SHOVE BUT IF I DID
IT BACK WOULD THAT BE ENOUGH
I'VE ALREADY CRIED AND ALMOST DIED
BUT WERE YOU THERE NO NOT EVEN ALL MY LIFE
YOU OPEN A DOOR AND CALL ME A HOE BUT I DON'T CARE
CAUSE THIS IS ME I'M WHAT I'M AND THIS IS ME
ALL I WANT IS TO BE FREE NO MORE LIE'S NO MORE GAMES
MY LOVE FOR YOU Where NEVER BE THE SAME
I'VE WAITED AND WAITED FOR YOU STOP PLAYING THIS GAME
I'M WHAT I'M AND THIS IS ME I WANT TO BE free AS CAN BE

BY KAREN DIXON, GREAT BRITIAN

 
Love is? Print E-mail
Written by KAREN DIXON   

LOVE IS BLIND LOVE
LOVE IS STRONG
LOVE GIVE'S ME THE STRENGTH
AND WHEN I SEE YOU I HIDE ALL
BECAUSE YOU'RE FROM THE DARKSIDE
ALL I REMEMBER IS CRYING MY INSIDE'S
SLOWLY DYING THOSE FIVE NIGHT'S
WE SPENT TOGETHER COME ON LOVE DO
YOU REMEMBER HOLDING MY HAND ASKING
FOR A SECOND CHANCE AS I GAZED A THE
NIGHT SKY KNOWING YOU WERE ASKING A LIE
ALL THIS TIME YOU DID ME WRONG I CAN'T BELIEVE
I LET YOU PLAY ME FOR SO LONG?
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY LOVE IS LIKE
A SONG AND ONCE IT'S GONE IT'S GONE

BY KAREN DIXON, GREAT BRITIAN
 
Mother Never Known Print E-mail
Written by Chas McKeever   

The safe feeling when they embrace their
arms around you Mother Never Known the
warmth from a proud smile Mother Never
Known the gentle touch of their hands
Mother Never Known the ageless eyes as you
grow Mother Never Known yet the endless
tears throughout the years Mother Never
Known comfort from hair stroked Mother
Never Known anger overcome by love Mother
Never Known of mine I no longer now know;
love shadowed with the dust of time no
longer does the wind uncover it . . .

Chas McKeever, Iowa, USA
 
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