10-16-2013, 02:07 AM
Finally I can get out of the newly registered thing! I love this community and I enjoy all the things I am priveledged to read. So far this is the first place where anyone will actually put up wit my work so I thank everyone. Here is the latest thing I am working on. It is going to be musical at some point but I want to get the poetry and message through first. Its a bit of free verse to tell a story.
I did get a giggle that everyone posted suicide based poems after I did this, but I realllyy reallly want to know what you guys think,
A Long Way From Home
Mother please don't cry,
I was too young to go,
but this is what I need you to know.
There was nothing you could do,
Nothing anyone could see,
That pain inside me,
My confusing rage,
The haunting sorrows,
All the things that refused to end.
I don't know what put me up here,
I don't know what made me jump,
As I stand, I stare,
at the notches in the leather,
at the buckle made of brass,
and it shows my reflection
And I see my life in my expression,
Twelve years walking,
through this life,
I look around to see so little,
but I spy so much inside.
I see the joy when you look at me,
but you never tell me,
what I am to you,
or what you want me to do.
Mother I love you.
In all this time I discover,
that there is so little
in this world to understand.
But this isn't why I do it.
I see the other families,
with moms and dads,
and kids who are their center.
And I can't help but wonder,
why can't I be yours.
I'm sorry I hurt you,
and took away your chances.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
in good health, and happy.
But that isn't why I'm up here.
You told me stories
of a girl that could fly.
A girl, in love with life.
You told me all the things she did,
and all the love she'd give.
But you never told me,
why it had to end,
the minute you had a kid.
I'm up here,
standing on a stool.
Wondering why,
was my birth so cruel?
Maybe I should go,
and find another place.
discover my wings somewhere
I think of all your stories
and I repeat to myself,
that I am ready.
ready to fly with my
leather-brass wings.
To step of this cliff
into the pit of everything.
I fly away from you,
A long way from home,
and as I fall
I beg you not to cry,
I know it's not my time.
(in memory of Nathan, the wisest kid that nobody would give a chance)
I did get a giggle that everyone posted suicide based poems after I did this, but I realllyy reallly want to know what you guys think,
A Long Way From Home
Mother please don't cry,
I was too young to go,
but this is what I need you to know.
There was nothing you could do,
Nothing anyone could see,
That pain inside me,
My confusing rage,
The haunting sorrows,
All the things that refused to end.
I don't know what put me up here,
I don't know what made me jump,
As I stand, I stare,
at the notches in the leather,
at the buckle made of brass,
and it shows my reflection
And I see my life in my expression,
Twelve years walking,
through this life,
I look around to see so little,
but I spy so much inside.
I see the joy when you look at me,
but you never tell me,
what I am to you,
or what you want me to do.
Mother I love you.
In all this time I discover,
that there is so little
in this world to understand.
But this isn't why I do it.
I see the other families,
with moms and dads,
and kids who are their center.
And I can't help but wonder,
why can't I be yours.
I'm sorry I hurt you,
and took away your chances.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
in good health, and happy.
But that isn't why I'm up here.
You told me stories
of a girl that could fly.
A girl, in love with life.
You told me all the things she did,
and all the love she'd give.
But you never told me,
why it had to end,
the minute you had a kid.
I'm up here,
standing on a stool.
Wondering why,
was my birth so cruel?
Maybe I should go,
and find another place.
discover my wings somewhere
I think of all your stories
and I repeat to myself,
that I am ready.
ready to fly with my
leather-brass wings.
To step of this cliff
into the pit of everything.
I fly away from you,
A long way from home,
and as I fall
I beg you not to cry,
I know it's not my time.
(in memory of Nathan, the wisest kid that nobody would give a chance)