Biography of Miki Simmons
I grew up not knowing more then enough anything because my mother. I was surrounded by several brothers and sister three boys and one girl and I was the youngest out of all of them, a premi and always sickly.
She tried to hide me from them (the war) , my father, who was drunk more then he was sober, who would harass my mother with horrible words. I'll give him his credit, he was a good cook, and treated my siblings pretty well, and has a sweet heart when he wasn't under the influence of alcohol.
He never did seemed to want to pay the 'child support', even to this day he hasn't and I struggle to get things mother can't give me. My mother on the other hand is a nurse, treated pretty bady, they always want to make her work, and boy does she go through alot of men... every time I looked, she has someone on her arm... but, I guess you could say I'm messed up as a screw, I have friends... but do any of them really understand me, do any of them understand that I'm hurting inside... Maybe if they read a couple of my poems they'd see the real me and not this illusion...
I was given another name by some 'friends' at school 'Heartless' or 'Chill'. I guess it's one of those things. I'm not saying that it doesn't suit me, because I think it does...
Last but not forgotten, I lie to say I'm happy even though I'm breaking inside. A smile is a lusion that any person can place upon their face but how many people will actually see past it?
Miki Simmons Poems
~hard Working Mother - Tribute To Mother...
Madre que Trabaja dura ~Homenaje a la Madre~ Mother works around the clock from seven until eight. Not even once stopping to find her own soul mate.
Your reality, My reality, Is it forever blue?
Vampire, Slave, Human
With a smile they can turn; The sweetest of innocence. The light becomes dark, With one single kiss.
~a Very Special Friend~
I made a friend He was simple to my heart He understood my meanings And never took it apart
~sick In The Heart~
It hurts sometimes when I looked at you You're with the girl Cheating on me If it was up to I
~i Love You (Yet You'Re Gone) ~
The last time I was truely happy was when I was with you They all know it was true becuase I was shinning But you had to break the dream with those sweet farewells And I'm terribly lost without you
Why Am I here? How many times have I ask this question? It's an answer that will never be answer. Why Do I Exist?
My child smile so cutely I think of you when I'm alone I don't know you yet but soon it will be true
My faith for the beginning had been decided. All through my life pain would follow. I could smile, but inside I would frown. Since my life was an open journal.
~the Soul Breath / Freedom / Friendship~
In most ways, Friendship between teens isn't any different than friendship at any other time in our life. Still, Adolescence is a tumultuous time.
~no More Pain~
Reaching out for you is all I can think about. There is no more strength within this withering body. How must more can we take? Before the world finally catches up with us.
~romper (To Break) -About Father-~
Depression digs deep It shatters a heart meant to keep, Secrets that fall into a steep heap. ~~
~my True Heart~
My faith - from the start had been chosen. All through my life - pain, agony, would follow. A smile was something I could fake so easily. Since no one could read this ripped book of mine.
What is the point? Sitting in school, I sometimes wonder? Why do we learn the things that we learn? Is it confusing, do they like watching us suffer?
~my True Heart~
My faith - from the start had been chosen.
All through my life - pain, agony, would follow.
A smile was something I could fake so easily.
Since no one could read this ripped book of mine.
There were many words left unsaid.
Many promises - made were broke.
Lies - opened up old wounds scattered.
I couldn't stop - wouldn't stop, even if I should.