Monthly Archives: August 2016

I Will Stay

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Oh my friend
All our lives
(Since i can remember)
Your heart has ached
And try as i might
(in this life that we have known)
I cannot carry the weight
For you
(I realize this as we grow old)

Though I tried when we were young

(Helplessly)

I keep

hope.

I am here
(In the silence, through the tears)
And here i will stay
By your side
(Through the years)

Time

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Like a phantom
Time has

Stolen itself away

I always thought i would  return home
Whenever i like
Only now

mom and dad
Are both long gone

Still i step upon familiar streets
Still i walk barefoot
The grass reminds me

unspoken hurts

unspoken love

Laughter echoes in my heart
Cigarette smoke
Clouds my eyes

I see them there
Amongst the fall leaves.
Fallen dreams
So quickly tossed about
By
Children playing tag
With no
Attention
Paid to time.
And i smile.

Measuring

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Do not take lightly the pain
Of another because they do not hurt like you,

(measuring with your eyes

that which cannot be poured into a cup)
Honor another’s soul (and your own)
And know that pain is pain;

yet again relative only to each persons heart and soul

experience.
We need to sit and listen more
Be gentle
Be love
Laugh
And validate
Look each other in the eyes
And say  (to yourself as well)
“I know you exist.
I see you,
I feel you.
You are worthy
And you are enough.”

Eat it or Wear it

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there once was a little girl

who loved to giggle

sometimes she would not like

what she was told to eat

in her stubbornness

she would sit at the table all alone

until darkness came;

Til all but two were tucked in bed.

She would get thumped upside the head

and called some terrible things

but still she would sit hoping they would forget

her plate was not clean.

words were screamed

and words were repeated but to bring the spoon to her lips,

she just would not do it.

And in the end she would go to bed dirty.

stripped naked she was forced to stand

while the food she refused to eat,

well,

it was rubbed all over her bare  skin

(mashed potatoes and peas burned in her memories)

in her nose and her ears

And down to her toes.

 her pretty brown hair mangled and messed

perhaps one day she would learn;

and she did.

She learned not to speak,

she learned not to argue.

she learned to do what she was told,

to eat every morsel on the plate before her

until nothing was left;

And she slowly disappeared.