POETRY RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT…
As if a breeze couldn’t pass between us
A gift
Who can run from
I wanna hear you laugh and cry
It’s up to you to let me inside
Without already innocently intruding
I tried to off myself
Cut my wrist
Watched blood seep from my veins
I thought of other ways but I’m too young for cocaine
Doctor told me I had a sprain and she bandaged my brain
***
I’m 13 years old and my dad tells me things will
Eve-Vent-Chu-Ally change
***
Mammas tryna’ get me away we took a ride on the train
I remember when mamma was sick
She had a sprain in her brain
I went with mamma weekly when she took the ride on the train
***
I stayed with the doc for 2 weeks
Until I went back to schoo’
Brian has a new girlfriend now but I don’t give a fuc’ cause I’m coo’
I laid still frozen on my back
While I heard the chants from the windows
From murmurs priest and Catholic’s
Screaming
MURDERER!
As one single tear drop fell from my eye
And collided pass my ear and slid down my neck
And froze itself right there
Tickling my neck
But this was not funny
And I dare not even crack a smile
I laid frozen on my back as the chants got louder
Hidden in a dream
You gave me babies to love me and called them queens
You sunk me into life
Long before I became your wife
You pumped love into my veins
And quoted scripture to repair my broken brain
It’s some Jesus stuff they sprinkle
When things are dark like night
And they will never leave or forsake me
No matter how tuff the fight
There is one thing I am sure of
Although my choices aren’t always right
Goodness and Mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life
Rainbows have rain
Rain has dirt
But robots have people
Who feel nothing
Even when they hurt
***
Even robots cry
Winter strayed
And each beat in my heart was hollow and delayed
Bottomless floors
And empty doors
Were prolonged
Breathe
For way too long
Breathe
Until winter
Breathe
And snowflakes
Breathe
Froze still
Breathe
Upon my lips
Were a thousand rips
That brought lessons
Breathe
To this season
Mom, dad and little girl walked quietly down the halls
Shadows stared pointing fingers
From behind these haunted walls
The air is cold
The wind is strong
Inside this haunted house
The little girl heard every word
But to the visitors
(Whisper) This house stood quiet as a mouse
Mummified tombs
And vacant rooms
Consumed this haunted house
The stench became stronger
Straight from its haunted mouth
***
The walls are really angry
I suppose because I am FREE
I now know
That this haunted house
All along was really ME
I was walking through life’s crazy maze, and in an alleyway there my friend laid
This was bad news I was lost and completely confused and was living in a world of self-centered fools!
I’ve been asking God to send me a sign
Leave this place, right now’s the time
This is where I’m at this moment is mine
Should I stay or should I go?
Please someone help me ‘cause I don’t know
All I know is where I’ve been, near death experiences and 100% sin
I’ll never forget how I let this disease win
When I think of the fire I’ve survived
I often wonder why I’m still alive
***
My friend got killed by some crazy man
But I believe she was part of God’s perfect plan
She was just hoping you’d get me there on time
~~~
She’d like to know if you can walk with me and possibly get me to the front of the line
~~~
She’d also like to know if she can take my place
~~~
She told me to tell you if God really needs me to please get me there safe
~~~
If mommy had it her way, she’d send you on your way
~~~
But we all will one day meet you and today was just my day
Silvana und Ulf auf Weltreise
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