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Trust me: all mothers are incredibly special
Wonderful, beautiful and phenomenal
Without mothers, there will be no living
Trust me: all mothers are incredibly special
Wonderful, beautiful and phenomenal
Without mothers, there will be no living
May is the month of love
May is the month of all flowersMay is the month of all Mothers.
Outside, it was miserable and rainy:
A cold day in November.
I held the photo against the lamp
On a dark day in November.
It was old, blurry and grainy,
But enough to make me remember.
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Hello! I am the narrator, and this, is my story.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess.
Her name was May.
May
What are you doing alone these days?
Sighing on windowsills and fogging the pane?
Do you sleep with watchful eye?
The first of the month brings light to our lives, birds in their nests and bees in beehives. We know that summertime is coming up soon so were hustling and bustling and stressing about school.
How may I destroy you all?
That your image be cast away
They commentate my rise and remember your fall
Celebrate my life and scorn your dying day
All of the former,make way for the latter
I find myself insecure when I look at myself without any editing.
I'll feel as if I am discrediting...
..as I compare myself to other girls,
I believe that I am not beautiful to the whole-wide world.
Do I know you?
The words you pronounce
are so ugly and dirty,
But you say they fit me just
perfectly.
Do I know you?
No, I do not
but here I am lying on the floor
Sunset settles on the east
As the sky darkens
Stars twinkle
While tine slows downs
Owls awaken
Yet, birds fly south
Heart beats
And I stay still
waiting
waiting
waiting
Dear Dr. Angelou
I wrote you this letter the other day but waited
I wanted to wait
But you were gone......
Left us unreal and heartbroken
But there is one thing all I wanted to say
i put my cap down as i arrive
temperture prospered beyond 85
its summer looking for a job
dam not having one made my momma cry
time showing the change my mind blaze with rage
For the greater good, for the information that the people need
The people that work hard to find new technolgoies,
tests, and cures
that will heal the sick -
"Here you go"
They said.
"Here is your little bundle of joy"
Like all, I had paused and reflected on my past.
At that moment, I didn't mean to drown in drunken thoughts.
I couldnt help it.
Teacher, teacher, taught me well,
just about the opposite of 'rich-as-hell'.
Teacher, teacher, is what I want to be,
my dream job, my soon-to-be.
Teacher, teacher, with lesson plans,
Love
May I lay with you?
It is not to fill in my void, gutted by loneliness.
Nor to feel a sexual pleasure.
Though I can, it would not be to tell you my life story.
She yells when she wantsRather, when seen fit.She treads on the flame that has just been lit.
She soothes in time,Never loosing her tune.The tides retreat, but seldom the moon.
Grab a hand and stand together
let here a heartfelt welcome
hand by hand race by race
together we stand equal
strong and firm
We are never alone
so be a friend and lend an ear
May the lighters light
May your heart love
May the sun shine
Right above us
May your actions be worthy
May your hunger be hardy
May your drive have engine
May your soul have a mission
How is perfection defined,
with collarbones?
or a gap between my thighs?
Perfection is all we see.
because images of beauty
reflect our insecurities.
Perfection is in my reach,
Anger. Hatred. Jealousy. Tears. Happiness. Joy. Glee.
For all the emotions the world throws at me, I write.
I write when I sit in a class that's getting too hard.
What is this I'm doing?
Falling from a building?
Left and right building move swiftly around me...
Below the hard surface 3....2....1...
Close my eyes hope to die...
Splat...or so I would have thought...
I met a man and his name was Mr. Lonely
How did I know? Because he told me
He kept asking me to make it stop
I asked him what he meant, but he said he couldn't tell me
I dreamed a dream and in it was love
He had not a face nor a form
But deep in his being there beated a heart
Far surpassing the average or norm
May the lighters light
May your heart love
May the sun shine
Right above us
May your actions be worthy
May your hunger be hardy
May your drive have engine
May your soul have a mission
Your eyes, green with flicks of brown.
They swallowed me whole.
They took my soul.
They flipped my world world upside down.
