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Your PathA little bit sad,
Not tired of being mad,
Far from happily insane,
Too depressed to feel the pain.
No body cares if you are good,
Nor does it matter if you lose your childhood,
Pleasure is all they need,
Even if your heart if filled with greed.

"Just keep going" they say,
They don't mind even if its not your way,
Walk an unknown path even if you have to crawl,
What ever happens; they say don't fall.
Live a life which you don't want,
The world will race you to the finishing point,
But your dreams are long lost,
And all you did is listen to them at your own cost.

But our lives only end up in our hands,
We shall only play our own bands,
Just t

torsosmy symbiote vents
invective shapes that
don't count
implant that silver
spoon of yours of
shining stars these
impressions not indelible
though damn near

I'll control the flow
in and out and
into you, screwy
doctor flurry
of inactivity
a talisman
against sight I could
press this button and
reactivate it I
could yell
so loud
it smashes us to pieces

and round and round
and round I'd go,
going
and glowing

Advice from the sun not forthcomingGo out, child,
and let them in your hair.

Now I'm not quite -
godlike,
wanted as badly as a child
who should have burnt
their fingers in pastured sin -
homesick,
bred in the curve of flesh
for a place that's never been
a certain disappearing word
but now -

Don't deny acts to
the day, unmare,
walked along a run,
beached like an yolk,
on an iron cast spoon,

thrown up in salt air.

MotherLook to your children
See the job you've done
One of them is trembling
The other one has gone

.:-Dont look back, only to the next objective:.I pressed the palm of my hand against the glass. Looking into the stark white room where a man was sprawled on a hospital bed. His dark hair had thinned out more then I remember, and more streaks of grey where visible. His body was frail, a machine was snaked down into his arm. Those thin twiggy arms with only slightly bigger legs, but a beer belly was still most proment. I frowned at the bitter memories, the bile rose up in my throat and I turned away, putting my back on the glass. The cleanliness of the hallways was unbearable as the cleaning agents assaulted my nose. I watched a nurse walk by with a tray of supplies. She smiled at me, as if she loved working around the deathly ill, watching people die and families being ripped apart so slow but no one knowing until too late. I turned away and she only continued down the hallway, dismissing me as a visitor full of remorse and regret of their newest patient. Regret? Yes, I had some. But only for all the wrong reasons. I turned b

Kidnap Your HandI see you, my prey, long before you see me

You are oblivious, happy in your solitude

Thinking that nothing could ever happen to you, no

Things like this only happen to other people

You hear about it on the news, hear people whisper

Talking, crying, judging, lamenting

So many mixed emotions, mixed opinions

When you see what happens to people

When they fall victim to predation

It constantly surrounds us, perpetual, undefeated

No matter how many times someone tries to stop it

It just keeps happening, to so many unsuspecting innocents

You will never know quite why it happened

You may not even believe it

But it's very,

Dear motherI will leave you now.
Don't cry, cause the sun will be clouded if it finds out.

I will find my way so,
Don't guide me cause the ravens won't let you do that.

I will be safe
So don't worry about me, cause you and sis will inspire me to continue
But..

If you cry

If you guide me

If this is still worrying you.

I will be there so you can cry on my shoulder
I will let you guide me
I will call you every time I cry

Because I love you.

Melt Me DownA quiet sigh echos
because I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
I am not what you expected,
and you do not like surprises.
So you heave a sigh and
you pretend you aren't impatient,
resentful,
that you do not wish
that I had been someone else.
That you had been able to chose who I would be
before I could ruin myself
the way that I have.
You pretend that you do not wish
that you could reshape me,
melt me down and reforge me,
tear me down and rebuild me
in your own design
regardless of how I would feel about it.
You do not understand,
you do not want to.
You try,
you try and try and try,
but I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
You pretend that it is not true
that I no longer make you proud.
And it isn't-
I never did,
so i cannot stop.
And you wish it wasn't so,
you wish you could change me,
but you can't,
and even as you try,
disregarding all possibility,
I am fighting you every step of the way.
You are trying to melt me down and reforge me,
trying to tear me down and rebuild me,
and

On the ContraryShould I be sorry for hurting you?
I knew it was the wrong thing to do
I'm the one you fall onto
Not the one who pushes you to the edge
After all
I'm your perfect one
I didn't lie on the floor
Of the apartment hall
Taking the seed of an illegitimate child
I didn't swallow the cancer at age fourteen
I didn't crush up the fine white crystals
And send myself into oblivion
I wasn't the one who
Took a hand to your throat
Fists to your ribs
Knife to your heart
I just lived a thousand miles away
Under the roof of the scum that dared
To look down upon you
To see you for who you really were all along
With all the vile rottenness
You desperately tried

To EmilySometimes life just isn't fair
and you will fall
my god you'll fall
but I have faith that you'll get up
because you are brave
and sweet
and smart
and I am proud of the person you are becoming
so much more than I will ever be
so have faith
carry love
and carry on
because you are the world to me

When I Left Youwhen i left you
i stopped breathing
because i didn't need to take in air
once i had become the air

Moonlight: Part II.Moonlight: Part II.
for Mr. Pearce.

cry, cry,
cry for us both.

We who know the light of night.
Dying out of sight, come, come.
For night, is eternal in light.
Burn the rays of night,
burn, burn,
light me up good night.

Those who close their eye.
Shocked to find, all the truth.
For when we speak it’s a sigh.
Star bright, moon sleep,
cry, cry,
cry for the night.
Day shine through night & cry.
Fall, fall for that good night.
No, no this will stand tall.
Do not go before you die.
Moonbeams that do sleep,
cry, cry,
cry for us both.

26th/Mar/2013. TonYk.

Rain Donovan II.

Dad Who PoemDad Who
____________

Dad who waters the garden with a caring touch
And asks what did you do today?
Who is glasses and books
Who is beards and mustaches
Who is skinny and tall
Is wearing old t-shirts
Who tells me to go outside and play
Who tells me to go and clean my room
Whose mustache traps food like a venus flytrap
Shops at thrift stores proudly
Is always spoiling me
Is always looking for new deals
Is garlic and onions
Who lets me adventure to wilderness
Is like a sweet hobo
Asking what did you do today?
What did you do today?

Ode To My GrandmaOde To My Grandma By Logan A. Wood

Grandma is someone I can always rely on. Grandma is someone who makes the best baked cookies. Grandma is someone who always try's her best to make me happy. Threw the many years I have known my grandma she has never let me down and is always there no matter what. Going out of her way to get things for me even if she does not have the money. And giving advice for things only she could know. And after all the time I have spent with you i'm proud to say that you will always be my dearest grandma and I love you..

Sanctuary/Home/PrisonWhat happens when your sanctuary
Becomes a prison?

Why should pain be treated
With whips and scorn?

I can`t say I understand
Such an ideology

I always try to be strong
But when I break...

It`s as if hell has been loosed
By my struggle

I often wonder if they actually
Care at all.

I`m still only a child, though
I must grow up

But I just want the love and
Acceptance I can`t have

They always judge me and tell
Me I`m wrong.

Why don`t they ever listen to
What they preach?

I hate being here, locked up
In this cell.

They think they know me and
That they own me.

But I slip a mark down the wall
Counting down the days.

I want my freedom fr

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Mother Please Love Me

by ~MarDeHedgehog, Aug 8, 2004, 2:55:49 PM
Literature / Poetry / Family Life / Free Verse

Mothers

Mothers are always there
They show equal love to all their children
They try to make the world the best it can be
And do the best they can to better their child’s' life
A mother should hold me when I’m scared
Make me feel safe and special
Do all she can to make my life worth living
A mother should try her best to make things fair
And teach their children with love and kindness
A mother shouldn't make their child cry because of hate
Shouldn’t scare them or threaten their lives
They shouldn't make them feel less
Or that they don't love them
A mother shouldn't make their child feel like they are not good enough or to end their life
My mother dose all that is wrong to me
I watch others with good mothers who don't blame their problems on money or their children
They don't play favorites or make their children cry
My mother makes me cry
She makes me feel as if I’m not worth anything and that I should not live
That I am nothing compared to my sister
And that I will never ever be anything better
I am jealous of those with good mothers
Because I want to be in a loving family
I want someone to hold me close when I’m scared and stroke my hair back
I want a mother who loves me

Mother Please Love Meby ~MarDeHedgehog

Literature / Poetry / Family Life / Free Verse

.... I never had a father.. he is a druggie in iowa... i never saw him as a father so i don't know what it is like to have one.. my mother... everyone needs their mother... she gives u life.. milk.. and keeps u safe... my mother... didn't die... she just.. stoped showing me love... and i didn't know what i did... My sister is a bad junkie... she goes to rehab.. escapes.. steals.. drinks.. dose drugs.. is a total bitch and is only 13... I go to school.. do my best... get good good grades.. try the best i can to please my mother.... ... she's not pleased... she dosen't charish me she takes me for granted to brag that she has one smart one.. but never makes me feel speical.. she's stopped.. and i feel she's stoped loving me....

~tailsis Aug 14, 2004

Ah.My father wasnt very nice either.I love the poem you did.This deserves to be on the Daily Deviation.

~cobaltdaphne Aug 8, 2004 Writer

There are people who are willing to take care of you. Family isn't everyone's option, take what you've got and run with it.

~MarDeHedgehog Aug 8, 2004

I know honey... thank u so much *hugs tightly*

~MechaDaHedgehog Aug 8, 2004

...babeh...even if the world was to forsake you, I will never leave your side. I Love you

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