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|I feel that many women of today expect too much for them and consider from the pessimistic approach regarding their affairs (normal life affairs I mean). By the way... I am not hoarding all women into one category. Many are different.|
I don't know the birdsI don't know the birds by Soul-singing
I used to know the birds
That sang outside my window
Waking up, I could identify
Each and every one
Cardinal, jay, mourning dove
Sparrow and chickadee, red-winged blackbird
They sang, I awoke
I listened, I knew
I am a stranger in a faraway land
And it didn't feel so far
Until I realized in the morning
I don't know the birds
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Describing meI have found myself being asked many things lately, as the amount of watcher I have grows. It seems as though many of you are more curious than just about my poetry. Here is something that I commented to one of my deviant friends today:Describing me by Cinders8328
I have been writing for a very long time now. I have been through abuse over and over again in my life and have come out stronger every time. I have climbed mountains, literally, and swam in an ocean. Yet I have never crossed one. though I have not traveled far, many call me an old soul for the wisdom I posses, but in reality it may just be because I have learned from so many mistakes and pains. If you do have questions to ask me feel free, a popular one is my age, I was born in 1983, making me older than many of you, though I only wish that I could draw the way that you do. I am a Mom, my daughter who you will see that I have written a song and poem for, just turned 5 and I love her to pieces. I am divorced because marriage does not mean the
AsphodelAsphodel: flower of the underworldAsphodel by PrideofPanem
I drank from the river and forgot everything,
I don't even remember I'm dead,
Worthless, I never did anything,
Never fought, Never killed, Never bled.
Achilles, the brave
and the damned
I don't even remember I'm dead,
Left as a repeating shadow,
Never fought, never killed never bled,
No Elysium fields, just the Asphodel Meadow
Brave and Damned,
spit on me.
Left as a repeating shadow ,
worthless, I never did anything,
No Elysium Fields, just the Asphodel Meadow
I drank from the river and forgot everything.
cheap american corndo you remember
when we were little
putting lollipop sticks
between our lips
they were cigarettes
and that we were
refined adults set on
breaking our lungs
cheap american corn
i remember the nights
getting reliably colder
watching my digits
turn violet by lack of heat
and knowing how much
i still had to learn
running my purple fingers
under the faucet
until they flushed pink again
taking a drag on a
tootsie pop stick,
knowing how much
everyone else still had to learn too
A Silent Request©Lonewolfpuppy
The mirror's long reflections
say they show her fantasy world.
The worn headphones on the shelf
say music's her constant escape.
The unfinihed artworks on the desk
say she doesn't realise her potential.
And the small, foggy windows
say she feels trapped inside.
The stray paintbruh on the floor
says she seems to be lost.
The broken, black lamp
says she no longer sees clearly.
The pictures on the wall
say she hides behind a mask.
And the frayed, discoloured curtains
say she's not too old, yet not young enough.
The pile of books on the bed
say she can't distinguish reality.
The school uniform in the corner
says she both loves and dreads to wear it.
The masses of whiteout in her work
say she believes she can only be wrong.
And the scrunched paper balls - strewn across the floor
say she silently asks for help.
WaitingThere he sits again, right at the door,
So he won't miss her when she comes.
Watching with those hopeful eyes,
Unmoving, undistracted. Waiting.
A crash disturbed the silence,
The noise echoing through dark streets,
And blood painting the concrete roads,
As the fragile body hit the ground.
His little paws, they stand unmoving,
His lively body sitting still,
Only his nose twitching, once in a while,
Hoping to catch the familiar scent.
The piercing wail of sirens followed,
Announcing the disaster
To the crowd that gathered at the scene,
As helpers lift her in the car.
For weeks he's been coming,
Every afternoon he sits to wait,
Hoping for her to return,
Only to be disappointed.
"Will she make it, doctor? Will she survive?"
He shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders.
"Her wounds are deep, her chances low,
But we will do our best to save her."
And though, for all that time, she hasn't come,
He doesn't seem to mind,
Returning yet another day,
Watching, listening. Waitin
Please, I'm SorryI pulled away,
I pushed today,
This was not planned,
Look into my eyes,
The pain's too much to bear,
If you choose not to care,
I did not mean to,
Make you go through,
All of this,
Just for us to split,
Can't you see?
Just listen to me,
Or we will never have,
what was meant to really last.
A Not So Funeral DirgeDrops of diamonds flow,
falling from faces full of
dips and curvescrags of
The song dripped from faltering lips
her voice failing, sobs
wracking her frame.
A man's voice filled her space,
deep, rumbling alto carrying
the rhythm; another voice
joins the tune
resonating, tinged with power
and grief unmatched.
the entire church joins,
gliding over the surface of a cream
coffinaccentuated with golden brush.
"His e-y-e is on the spa-rr-ow."
Distant loveMistakes that led me here
Decisions that took me away
Promises that never been kept
Devotions that never been said
It got me suppressed
I should've guessed
I never suggest
I continue this quest
I keep searching for you
My only one truth
In the rays of the sun
In the shadows of the night
You ignite the light
Light that leads me back to you
Light that's breaking through
In time following the sign
Somehow I manage to arrive
I come undone
To the rising sun
To you my love
I brought my soul
I kiss your tears
I take your fears
I get through years
Just to let you see
How distance affected me
It changed me in so many ways
I'm no longer that one
The one you loved
The old me is gone
Nothing lasts too long
But love still here
Do you hear? Can you hear me?
Love saved me
Through the distance cause I believed
Dead Bodies Don't Cryi.
You are born with twisted feet
and a pockmark on your chest.
Your poor mother is drenched in sweat,
straining to breathe,
thanking God it's over.
She cradles you in her arms
and kisses your forehead with curved lips.
Your father reaches out to hold you
but has to pause because
your mother will not release you yet.
The family pays a visit,
hovering in awe, praising, laughing.
You look around for someone to blame.
When you learn to write
you use all the wrong letters
because you feel sorry for the ones
that get left out, like X and Z.
And you wear mismatched clothes
because you don't like the idea that
only certain colors "go together."
The first time you are punched
in the face it is by a girl with pigtails and braces.
You're sitting on a swing,
digging your toes into the dirt,
when she approaches
and says she thinks you're weird.
You tell her she's even weirder, and her fist
goes sailing into your jaw.
You're red and sore for two days.
You meet your first crush
on bleachers that
Reality cannot be her homeWhat was known was that she had no child
No, not her own any longer
No home, no husband
No baby in her arms
Callous waves threw chills as careless spray
Caressing her with sorrow
And the rocks, the sand, the unfeeling
Beneath a dreary, darkening sky
Did not care, caught up in their own misery
Misery...a feeling that engulfed all, a drowning wave
Heaven and Earth and Hell beneath 10,000 leagues of water
The woman with empty arms - chilled arms, wet feet
Shivering and alone and wandering
No aid was coming
No warm hands would give her back her child
Her body fell where it willed when she was tired
And it curled there, in the sand between salted stones
A body willing to sleep to escape her nightmares...
Oh- those which were being realized!
"Someone took my baby," the shudder of a heaving sob
It took pity from the other homeless who found her, cold in the night
They took her with them, threatened to kill the thief
But no, no that would not do, it could not be done
A Melting Rose on Solid IceWhy do the roses
Melt against my skin?
But the ice in my eyes
Remains frozen in place
Despite the heat
The ice holds strong
Like a brick wall
I wish I could let go
Set the flood waters free
Drown myself in them
Let their cold consume me
Roses bloom on my arm
They melt so easily
But the ice is unmoving
It holds still in my eyes
Refusing to show the color
No more roses bloom
But they still grew easier
Than melting the ice
That survives still
In my eyes
Cleansing The Soul - CollabThe sky is clear,
The moon shining down...
It's a beautiful night here.
It'd be better if I had someone to share it with, though...
It was raining here...
Through every life,
A little rain must fall.
And dampen the earth we walk on,
The thing we stand on that helps us stand tall.
Until that walking flame comes to light our way and dry the ground...
And help us on our way
Making sure we stand tall and warm
Through this hellish path we walk.
Keeping us safe from the evils that be,
And the shadows that lurk in the darkness,
But our torch,
Will illuminate the darkness
Pierce it like a knife,
And show us the evils and our enemies.
So we may learn there ways,
And be ready for battle.
And hold our stance,
Against those that wish to destroy us.
And employ our tactics,
So that we may one day carve the path to redemption...
And rid our souls of darkness,
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.
You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.
Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the doctors told us you had an illness. I sat there with your parents, listening to a man who said words like 'terminal' and 'leukemia', and counted the number of times he said 'patient' as if it were your name (Seventeen).
The blood bank says one unit is four hundred and fifty milliliters and I watch as they put the needle into my ar
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