Hi i'm a little bit of everything I feel that life should be lived and there is more out there then what we can see.
I have borderline personality disorder i do not feel that this has stop me from writing it had giving me a different point of view to life and the thing that go on in it. more »
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maria goodison Poems
Mother said I have to let things go and call you father, daddy or dad. The anger swells within me so at having to think your the one
I miss you
I walked past your flat today and almost knocked on the door. I thought I heard your voice and hoped to turn to see your face. I almost called you on the phone, then remembered you would not pick up at all.
Let it be calm
Play a song for me so I can enjoy dancing free. Open the door so I can breathe and make the bread to eat.
I crave your darkness like no other, a home that has been lost to me. My mind crys for your weakness and screams for all your pain.
A grand boat slides through the grey mist with no sound at all. Souls that have once been, wait for the boatman to arrive.
Sadness Fills The Room
She sits as the sadness fill the room, unable to stop the tears that haunt her so. She stays still and hopes that no one will come ask her how she feels.
This Old Town
Coming back to this old town and thinking like i do. It's been a long time going down this street.
I should of carried on and walked away and never stayed for that drink. Never laughed at your jokes and slapped that smile from your face.
At My Feet
The vampires start licking at my feet looking for something nice to eat. Just to my side are red skulls looking for something that they can not hold.
You must take me for a fool, if you think I do not know. To think that I would never find out.
All under the covers, safe and sound I started to wonder at it all. All the things we say and do, all the look's we give the world,
Now I know who I am this world will not change me. Now I can feel this body living you will not keep it any longer.
Be Strong If You Can.
Be a strong man when you can, be a man that is strong I know you can. Stand tall so all can see that you are still wiling to be there beats the rocks until they break and crumble turn
Old rocking chair
I sat in the old rocking chair, like I had when I was young I let it go, to and frow, Let my mind drift back to a time
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Mother said I have to let things go
and call you father, daddy or dad.
The anger swells within me so
at having to think your the one
I've been looking for.
My childish dreams
have been torn asunder and 'why? '
is all I have left to wonder?
Asking why were you never there?
Was it me that made you leave?
Why no letter sent, no phone call made?
Mother says to mend the bridge,
to let things flow and flowers to grow.
I'm sat across from you now,
trying to keep the smile there,
struggling to keep
my fist from tightening ...