I scout the roads to find a home From somewhere I don’t belong I had a family that loved me But I’m the reason it went wrong Once I leave I can’t look back It’ll be too painful No one to follow in my track My past it bleeds through my sleep So I lay there open eyes Memories inside I try to keep Please just cut these ties
Poem for my Belarusian mother by genggiyen-ejen, literature
Literature
Poem for my Belarusian mother
Свая ўлюбёная, маці – Лізавета Наша сувязь устае ў сьветлыя высі; Ніхто ня зможа нас зламаць, ніколі! І з табой, хачу, каб мы са спадзяваньнямі, Аднойчы сустрэліся ў вольнай Беларусі! Стаіма адзін за аднога, непарыўна, Ведаем, што дзе цесна - там пацешна Ты, якая беражэ ад болю маё сэрца, Дарыла матчыну любоў сваю адвечна Пакуль размаўляем на беларускай мове, Мы павінны захаваць яе існаваньне. Маці, якую бы я хацеў для сябе Шчасьця ды сьвятла табе! Слаўлю цябе, мая мама, Мая беларуская маці - Лізавета! Прыемна, што ты да мяне прыйшла, Тваю любоў адчуваю, да самага канца!
I watch my father
tear apart the skin
of a clementine and
find myself wondering
what else his hands
have done.
The answers I both
fear and know,
could intuit from the
moment I took my
first breath.
Enigmatic but familiar,
as all parents are.
But I know where he
buried the bodies.
At least, I think I do.
Does he know where
mine are found?
Buried where my
grandfather’s orange tree
proudly stood before,
like all things,
the parasites claimed it.
And when my father
looks me in the eyes,
with the impish smirk of
a boy off to the principals,
I believe he does.
And I know that if he is
to be condemned to hell,
or whatever torments li
You always say you love me You always say it's true You always say I'll be just like you You always say I'll be great You always say where to go You always say with pride you'll glow You always say what I'll be You always say to follow your lead You always say not to would be greed You always say I'm slipping up You always say it's my mistake You always say I make you ache You always say you're ashamed You always say to leave you alone You always say this as long as I have known You always say you love me You always say until you die You always say you'd never lie
November Smiles With sagging mouths And unlit eyes Orange cheeks bulge And fester. Do not Tremble in the cold Fog wretched with the smell Of rotting pumpkin November Laughs Rich red leaves Crackled cackling orange Blankets of brittle Confetti unfettered By stitching scrapes Scatters across glossed streets November Waves With bent crooked claws of barren timber twigs Swaying and swishing at wind While dying days send chill Warnings of winter
Words from a Paper Heart by PrecariouslyPeculiar, literature
Literature
Words from a Paper Heart
When you finally find him
your very own special guy
and I know you will...
Well...
I'm scared. . .
Because...
what about us?
Will we no longer be
two sisters against the world?
When once you had told me
"You've always got me."
But what if always... isn't actually forever?
You said as well that life
is nothing more than a series of goodbyes
and ever since that moment
I've tried my hardest to be
the best sister a girl could ever hope to be
Because...
Because in all these things. . .
I...
I just don't want to lose you
I don't want to lose my best friend
...
...
. . .
. . .
But I trust
in us
I do
Your hands held me close
Supported my head as an infant
Your hands held mine
When I was learning to walk
Your hands let me go
As I learned to ride a bike
Your hands dried my tears
Whenever I was sad
Your hands patted my shoulders
When I graduated school
Your hands waved at me
As we said good-bye
Your hands twitched
As we argued loudly
Your hands balled into fists
When I was right
Your hands never struck
Words did that for you
Now your hands lay together
As my hands throw dirt on your grave