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| Yearning Yearning for a drink To wash the pain away Remembering how it tasted, How it burned and brought forgetfulness, Wrapping me in a coccoon, Isolated and secure in my illusions. In a moment of hesitation, In self doubt and reflection I remember... The shame, the fall from grace, My children's cries, the fights and anger. Yearning for a drink to wash away My tears, fears, and emotions, To become lost in the cold isolation, Forgetting for a moment my life, But in the shadows... I see the faces of those most dear to me, Their tears, fears, and disappointment, And I know that my needs pale compared to theirs And I push the drink aside, Leaving the glass alone on the table. |
| Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. ~Ernest Hemingway |
| If you know someone who tries to drown their sorrows, you might tell them sorrows know how to swim. ~Quoted in P.S. I Love You, compiled by H. Jackson Brown, Jr. |
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| Remembering the first drop, how warm and fuzzy, how numb and intoxicating, I felt. Remembering how the next drop chased away the day's problems, the feelings of the moment, leaving me warm, numb and empty. Remembering how I felt with its fire cousring through my viens, feeling powerful as if nothing matter, and nothing could touch me. But then, as the fog of illusion drifted away, A tear came to be for out of the corner of my eye, I witnessed the evil it truly was. I longed for its power, its strength to forget, to numb, but I knew it wasn't the answer, not now, as I pushed the untouched bottle away and curled into a tight little ball. |
| Alcohol can be intoxicated in its abilities to numb one's feelings, but the feelings don't go away, and the problems don't get solved, and essentially, they can grow and become worse then what they were before. It isn't the answer, no addiction is an answer to one's problems. |
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| Halloween Howling at the moon, And giggling at such a noise, People listening, People smiling, a Yearly treat. Hearing the shouts And the laughter of children Leaving tricks in their wake, Laughing in the dark Over the hills they dash as Witches, ghosts, goblins, monsters, and heros, Every inch of the streets Every house they hit and into the Night they venture with innocence and fun. |
| Plump and round, never Understood Made into jack o'lanterns Patterns vary, Knowing the delight I bring to the children Never leaving a frown behind. |
| Gliding in silence Hanging between two worlds Over the hills Silently existing Till dawn breaks. |
| Mining my own business and Onto the deck as Night fell Such a sight greeted me Tilting the scales Even startling my soul, was a Rabbit! |
| Witches on switches, flew Into the night Tricking and Casting spells Having such fun Every step of the way, leaving Smiles and giggles in their wake. |
| From ghoulies and ghosties And long-leggedy beasties And things that go bump in the night, Good Lord, deliver us! ~Scottish Saying |
| 'Tis the night - the night Of the grave's delight, And the warlocks are at their play; Ye think that without The wild winds shout, But no, it is they - it is they. ~Arthur Cleveland Coxe |
| Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite, All are on their rounds tonight; In the wan moon's silver ray, Thrives their helter-skelter play. ~Joel Benton |
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| Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time. ~Jean Paul Richter |
| If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I'd walk through a garden forever. ~Author Unknown |
| Jester she can be Empress she may be, a Sister or a friend, a Sibling or a neice, Innocent or a brat, I shall always Care for he And love her. |
| Treasure he is, a Rough and tumble boy And my son to boot, my Valentine gift to my love, an Innocent treasure to hold, a Surpising bundle of joy. |
| Nightmare at times, but still an Innocent child to love and Care for as he seeks the Knowledge he needs. |
| An infant is a tiny innocent soul Who should never know The cruel touch of the world Till its a child no more, But many times in this world we live in, A child is not allowed to be an innocent soul. |
| Comes every Sunday Hearing the words of the lord Under the words of peace and love Rendering the teachings of the lord Calling forth for serve Hearing the knowledge of the lord, but Secrets lurk behind closed doors, so when you Enter into the lord's house, enter into the CHURCH with a sound mind and steady heart, Rendering one to think of the true lord's words, never Entering the house of shadows and lies, hearing the Teaching of men, the evil of men, the Sins of men, of priest who forgot to live by the lord's words. |
| Baby plays And learns. A Baby is Yours to love. |
| WHORE, ugly little word, Heard far and wide Over hills and plains Rendering one trapped Ever in its dark label. |
| God understands our prayers even when we can't find the words to say them. ~Author Unknown |
| If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give. ~George MacDonald |
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| This page consist of the following poems: * Yearning * Remembering the first drop * A Mother's Worry * A Stray Child * Only Moments ago * Some Silly poems * Halloween * Pumpkin * Ghost * Witches * Monster * and a few others.... |
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| A Mother's Worry As mothers do, I stand before the window staring outward Watching the snow fall to the ground, a softness to the landscape it brings, The trees stand like dark silhouettes draped in white, The wind gently blows, tossing the snow about And thoughts of you trap me here, staring outward into the snowy night. Should have kept you here, wrapped in my embrace, safe and sound, But what choice did I have, it was time for you to go, To explore the world, to learn what life is all about, To discover what love means for you, But like mothers do, I stand before the window, waiting. I wait for your return, to hear about your night, To share in your dreams and hopes, to be apart of your discoveries, But as all mother's do, I worry about you, And hope without a shadow of a doubt That you discover only life's delights and pleasures. |
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| Daughter the time has come And even though it saddens me, it's time for me to Understand that it's time to let you Go, to let you discover life and to Have your own dreams and path To follow Even though I wish to keep you here, I can only hope that you will Return to me, if you need me. |
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