originally known as Come as you are
some personal poems about little 'ol life
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poetry + fotas
Why does God take the one’s we love
And make it so hard for us to get by? Why take the wind beneath our wings Which once enabled us to fly? Why take the man that taught his daughters How to drive a car? The husband who was only happiest When his wife was in his arms. Why take the brother who voiced reason When others struggled with qualm and strife? The man that knew a better definition Of a true successful life. A man who was more knowlegded Then any other one with a college degree Because he had a masters in faith, hard-work, love and humanity. Why take the man who so bravely served When the country called his name And then returned home to be a father Who worked tirelessly everyday. We still need that man who traveled So far away from home, To see his grandchildren play sports and sing in plays Because he would never let them go alone. We still need his chuckled laughter, That spoke more happiness Than the most of words. We still need that glue for this family, Which held us together so many times before We need his love, His hope, His calmness, Even his stubborn, yet selfless ways. We need the man who when all seemed to be lost Let us know, “It’ll be okay.” We need the man who played the lottery Maybe he hoped that he could better provide. But in reality, the biggest wealth we had Was having that man by our sides That man who held on tight, Even in his final days To laugh around the ones he loved And make sure She would be okay You see, For the second time in his life That man was called to serve But not by his country, or some steel mill, He was called to serve for his Lord. Because there was an opening up in Heaven A job for the only most-qualified A job where that man perfectly fit To be his family’s future guide. So in the hard times and the good, Because there will be many more to come, That man will be looking down As an angel, When God’s will is done. Why take the man we will always love, To what seems so far from the ones that need? Because, though it may hurt now, In our hearts, is to us, The closest place that angel could ever be. I love you grandpa. <3 Everything will heal.
Cuts will stop bleeding. Bruises run their course. And even though scars remain, They only do so, to remind us of our strength; What we’ve overcome. Tears dry. Even though its clearly evident one was Crying, It just resembles the strength it took, To lift the hand, And wipe away our sorrows. So even though it seems like nothing Will get better, Pull off the band-aid and see The fastest way to heal a cut Is to give it air. Time and air. Sheltering it too long will never allow it to fully heal; Never allow it to run its course Until it bleeds, and aches No more. Pain isn’t immortal. It only lives as long as you allow it. It’s only as necessary as you make it. Let wounds run their course Let them ache, Let them scar But allow them The air to heal. And when you look upon The remains, Of what you once felt as pain, Remember that everything heals. Forever wavering
like that of a swinging door, that is my poor heart. Though you may be up and done, I’m strong enough to admit that I’ll need some time. And I’ll tell the world, tell them that I’m still not okay. But I’m strong enough to say that I want to be. And that why, all this time I’ve wanted to be so far away. Not to get away from family or friends, But you. Even when I still called you mine, I knew, deep down in my heart, that I needed to get away, when things would eventually be over. Although I can’t always be strong It’s my intentions that give me hope. My intention to not blink when I see your face, for my heart not to race, My intention to feel nothing, hope for nothing, pray for nothing When I see you. And until I get there, I’ll put all the space possible between us. I’m sure, that’s what you would want anyhow. Ordinary and I have been friends for a while now,
And I’m finally letting go. It’s fine time for something new, And I have to let him know. The years past have been alright, But I’m searching for something more. I’m done with roaming amongst the ground, And I think I’m finally ready to soar. Each day, I’ve found more and more Of what they call, myself. And each time I discover something new, I realize I wouldn’t want to be anyone else. Resolutions will come, and they will go Unscathed, untried, unsure But the will to be a better “Who am I?” Will last forevermore I cannot tell what the future holds, But I am sure, this time, it is bright For the next year is just a number Unless one turns it into something right. So I’ll hold my head an inch more high I’ll look my enemies in the eye And I’ll take on each task whether I win or fail and exclaim, “well, at least I tried.” I’m done with these girls,
I’m done. They just kick you on the ground. They pull your hair, And scratch with claws, Then pounce the moment you’re down. I’m done with these girls, I’m done. To judge, is all they do. They laugh and stare, And talk just loud enough, To know they speak of you. I’m done with these girls, I’m done. This cycle never ends. All the ones I called my enemies, I used to label As my friends. I’m done with these girls, I’m done. But don’t make them go away. Because the only good They seem to do, Is inspire me to never become the same. Behind those dark-lined eyes
I see exactly who you are The insecure, little girl Hiding behind the bar Though you boast and laugh, as if you’re real And drift from guy to guy. Take off that crafted mask And you’d be lonely, broken, and shy You judge and slander all around Yet you never cease to see That when you look into the mirror You’re just the same as me In fact, I know once through this stage in life, No one will want this image you’ve made. And when you’re caught up on being perfect I’ll be me.I’ll be brave. So continue and think what you always have. As if you’re better than who I am. And when, each night, you wash your face down the drain You can’t smile. But I can. Let’s Pause.
And think about life. The good times, the bad Times, The downsides, the strife. Let’s Pause. And look back in Time. Were we pleasant? Where we happy? Where we rude? Maybe kind? Let’s Pause. And see from what, We have come. The Times we fell, The times we’ve cried, Growing from having none. Take a Second. Think of your Time. When the Clock strikes twelve, What will you have left behind? Cherish ever second. Smile everyday. Because you never quite know, When your Time will be taken away There it hangs,
Around your neck. Still making noise. There it hangs I want it back. You keep it like some toy. There it is, Red and sad. I need it ever so. But there it is, Still yours to have. You’ll never let it go. There it cries, Sings one sad song. Why is it, from me, apart? "Give me back, She needs me now,” Cries my broken heart. At first I was breathless
Heartbroken And felt as if I had nowhere go. I thought life was ending And my heart wasn’t mending, And for those long months we had nothing to show. My friends didn’t like me Too depressed And my eyes were never dry. Nothing felt complete Because your heart, I couldn’t keep And I couldn’t fake it, I couldn’t lie Despite your cruelty, I still wanted you I just wanted to work it out But you weren’t quite ready My apologies were petty And your heart, filled with doubt. You said you still loved me There was hope The feelings I had, were there for you too Again, you made me smile And I was happy for a while But then, I heard the news Oh, you were proud Boastful! I had forgotten your bi-polar ways How you have no morality Just stuck in your own reality Oblivious to how you manipulate and play With peoples hearts. You collect them Since you don’t have your own. To you, they’re toys The cries, meaningless noise You never care, as long as you’re on your thrown. But now I say thank you, I have no more regrets Though I wish I’d had shortened your reign. Because I never knew I could fall out of loving you And heal from all of your pain. |
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February 2015
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