NoNo you can’t do that!
No you can’t have that!
No we can’t afford that!
No that’s not healthy for you!
No you can’t stay up that late!
No you need to loose at least five more pounds!
No that college won’t accept your lazy self!
No that’s not perfect!
No a ‘98’ can’t be your best!
No you can’t make a living from writing!
No you can’t do what you dream!
No, no, no, no, NO!
I’m so tired of ‘No’!
Yes you can just sit there like a good girl.
Yes you can eat all these protein shakes and vitamins.
Yes you can be the perfect person I want.
Yes I’ll go take a bunch of advanced classes I’ll never pass.
Yes I’ll go become an engineer like everyone else.
Yes I’ll give up on my dreams cause they’re stupid.
Is that what it w
He was white.
But, not the
--"controversial at political dinner parties" and "this racist comment will cost him the election kind"--
Stark, snowy, riveting white.
His hair was always victim to the static that came from
the mountain of pillows that topped off his hospital bed.
He always lay there,
a beacon in the middle of the dark, mudd brown, living room.
I suppose it was hell to live the last of his life there,
but at six, I thought he was God,
living on a cloud that was Heaven.
I remember his warm hands, their blue lines, and their wrinkles,
the way his smile never met his eyes--
and his eyes said he had more in his mind than his mouth could say.
I would study him for hours while he slept,
Hoping he would wake up, be glad that I was there to cure his loneliness,
and give me secrets to the world.
Once in awhile, I was lifted to the wintery heights of his bed,
Set beside him to talk.
And his warm hands would cup over mine,
Whilst I told him about the dandelio
The SmokeWith each inhale I fill my mind
with all the hurt and pain I find.
I push it down, replace the smoke
with thoughts and morals that force my choke.
I take it all, my worries, my fears.
And hold it in, my eyes to tear.
Then one moment so full of bliss,
I can expel death's pending kiss.
For when the smoke does billow out,
likewise my pain, my hurt, my doubt.
You don't need to...The voices shout and holler
I'm stuck listening to them all
Holding in the tears that threatens
My nails are in deep, bringing something red
I choke when the footsteps are near
But between them and I, You appear
Your back stands tall, a voice commanding
And the tears win as they're rolling
They slap You hard, kick You down
Nonetheless You stay still, no frown.
I stay silent, trying to stand too
But what to say, I have no clue
When we're alone, I'm so mean, so cruel
You smile at me, but I'm no fool
I know You're shattered and in pain
Though You stay, what's to gain?
My prayers seem empty for me and You
Things can go bad, so easy to rue
The hatred can spread towards me
That I know, I'm something You hate to be
Fact is though, You're still here
And if it's me holding You near
I'll break that unseen chain
For the freedom You want to obtain
This haunting, these anger, is not Your home
Listen to me now, if only once, see this poem
Go, go run away to a place you want, find your keys
Mother HeartThis complicated tangle
are the strings of
my mother heart.
How do I unravel
and the fear
from the love,
sweet and pure
that I long
Posion the Mind Creates
Opal *At work sings softly* Posion of the mind and blood...
You shall never have him.
You betrayed me once and you betrayed him thrice, so why do (Do you)
Think he'll fall in love for you?
Both posion and hate is what your mind creates.
Even if he, my brother, shows feelings for you, I
will never allow it. For if you hurt him...
You will be dealing with me.
Mother (086 the day I hated you, again)I remeber...
When I was four
I fell down the stairs
you laughed, but then picked me up
When I was seven
and was scared of traveling alone
When I was eleven
and wanted to be alone in my room
you screamed at me
When I was thirteen
I started to see the real, cruel world
a lot of people we loved were dead
I stood by your side
not a single tear fell from my eyes
because I wanted to be strong, to make you happy again
When I was fourteen
I felt horrible and wanted to go too
but I always thought of you
and how I don't want to leave you too
When I was fifteen
I started to fear you would leave me
When I was sixteen
and you saw nothing but flaws
I wanted you to leave me
When I was seventeen
I did everything to not start a fight
but still when I was down, you laughed
I am eighteen
and you still laugh when I cry
you make me feel bad about things I'm passionate about
you never take me seriously
you make me feel like a useless stupid child
But fuck I still love you
SteveThere's something to be said
for a man who steps in
where he didn't need to.
Who took the lead in raising
two foul-mouthed little girls,
so used to being left,
they'd never bothered to settle down.
I had knots in my hair
and dirt on my jeans and you
wrangled me along with the rest.
I was given things I'd never had
before. Like stability.
You weren't perfect. You knew the
world was a scary place for us
and we were too willing to play
in the street. You held us back
with a firm tone and sometimes we bit you.
It wasn't until I'd stepped out did I
put together how much you had done for us.
I miss you.
Still here I hangPaul and Jennifer are in love,
One likes the other and the other likes them back
You know, it’s simple enough.
Jennifer reads up on global affairs
And drinks from an eco-mug, her coffee – black.
She’s in the sun cos she just washed her hair
And in spring there’s always blossom on the trees.
Paul stands over the kitchen sink
Drying the dishes that were left on the rack.
But he’s not really focused, he’s on the brink
Between being him and wanting to be me
Not that he’s ever said anything like that.
I will always stand here
On the wall above the door
As they look back in anger
And wonder whatever for.
Paul’s getting older now; he drinks his coffee – shots
Jennifers eyes have more lines than Lowry
But neither look at them a lot.
The mirror tells a story
More than I ever can,
But neither seems to like it
So still here I hang.
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