Raised Without A Father
Being raised without a father is like living with one ear and one eye
Disabled is the way the child would feel leaving him to wish he would die
Where are the fathers that are making the babies these days
Being a father isn't a game or just a short phase
It's a gift, a privilege and a responsibility
You can't disappear then reappear when that child is a teen
They need you because most things come in pairs
Do you really think the child would turn out right with you not being there
From day one it needs to hear the sound of your voice
Being made and brought into the world wasn't that child's choice
Child support won't cut it to view your problem solved
Being there financ...
I gave myself this name because it describes me well
I enjoy writing about my happiness and where I fail
Just by reading my poetry you're getting to know me
If I haven't introduced myself I go by the name Key
Keyonda is my full name although I don't like it
So I use either name depending who I'm talking with
I started writing poetry at the age of sixteen
Keeping me less stressed and balanced in between
An emotional person is constantly busy in the mind
Although on the outside everything seems just fine
Expressed emotions are better when written down
Emotions that are real gives them their unique sound
I have to express my appreciation again for Drew. B
I'm able to express my...
Mantengo los dedos en la boca como un pequeño que no puede articular palabras y desea mordisquearlo todo. No sé ni lo que digo... No sé ni lo que quiero, en eso me parezco a un neonato. Comer, dormir y cagar, es la aspiración que tengo para mi vida; Mas allá de eso el plan es incierto.
¿Cuando me convertí en un parásito? supongo que no hay respuesta a eso pero legalmente debí dejar la casa a los 20, no sé ni que digo. Hago incisiones horizontales en mis muñecas llamando la atención sobre mi mortalidad. Ya no soy un niño pero necesito que me arreglen, tal vez eso es lo que me ata a la bebida.
Tengo una cerveza a mi lado, dulce compañía de los solitarios. ¿Cuando me convertí en un parásit...
I know it has been entirely too long since I've written. But I haven't forgotten you. I promise. I'm trying to find my way back into your heart but I've been trying for so long I wonder if its pointless. I miss the conversations and the smiles we shared. But I'll keep trying. So, until we share this love again, I'll be waiting.
That Peculiar Taste
It’s undefined, indescribable
It has turn my world upside down
It makes me yearn for more in its absence
Now, that the bodice permanently erased me
I long for that peculiar taste even more
Sometimes it looks like a bump in the road, just to find out it was a crash on the wall.
Startled for the briefest of seconds
caught up in the ephemeral moment
when our lips collided in mutual hunger
and lingered in the addictive taste
of a newly shared kiss
that sparks a craving
to know you in the deepest places
and feel it all from the inside
until nothing separate remains
fading into me to fade into you
and we breathe in unison
bleed in uniform singularity
awakened to the severed hearts
now mended and pulsing
screaming this song of new life
I can't get him off my mind.
The smell of his jacket the first time
He let me wear it.
The way his hair fell in front of
The music he would play for us on
I cant get him off my mind.
The way he smiled when he flirted.
The way he held me as I slept on the
The songs he showed me to tell me
How he felt.
I cant get him off my mind.
The way we were best friends first.
How I felt the first time we kissed
And every time after that.
How i broke his heart yet he's still
I cant get him off my mind.
How nervous he was on our first date.
How he smelled when he just got out
Of the shower.
The way he laughed through his
Moments like this I wish I could fade away into dust!
I may have
Poured the gasoline
But you're the one
Who threw the match
As you turned
And walked away. JD
*Up In Flames*
#gasoline #AugustFalls #PoetryChal
I'm not sure
If it was
The wrong time
Or if our lines
Just got tangled
Along the way
Is on the floor
In a thousand pieces
And I am tracking blood
Everywhere I go. JD
*Blood Stained Floors*
#WrongTime #TangledLines #AThousandPieces
Caricias y besos que no parecían nada, que lo hacías con todas, está bien era secundaria.
Pero de la noche a la mañana, ayer me dijiste que me amabas.
Yo no entendía porque me podrías amar , si yo no era como ellas yo no me creía a tu altura.
Pero vos derrepente me levantaste diciéndome que yo te movía el piso Tanto como vos a mi.
¿Cómo no me di cuenta? Capaz estaba demasiado ocupada tratando de no ser estorbo? O tratando de no ver qué yo no te gustaba? Sí tan solo hubiera prestado más atención...
Pero bueno por eso hoy escribo para no olvidarme de esta sensación de ya no tener más frío.
I've had enough of today.
This one day shattered into a million pieces before my eyes.
I tried to hold it together but the pieces were just too small,
They slipped through the cracks between my fingers.
Before I could catch my breath they were all scattered on the floor.
So I've tried my best to turn around my thought processes and write happy things here for the world to see. But the reality of the matter is sometimes, you need a place to go to let everything out. The nasty ugly things. The dark haunting thoughts in the back of your head that you try your best to hide. The "I never would have thought..." Sorts of things.
So the fact of the matter is, I've not been doing well, and this is my way to let it out. Let it out without judgement or questions.
This is all I want to say:
I loved you, With all my heart and I still do but I think we both know that our fairytale our story the one that we created together. That love story .. the chapter is closing and unfortunately I guess we don’t get a happy ever after because my love for you was never going to be enough and I wish I had known that before I fell really hard for you . I just hope that when you do find her, I hope that you put her on a throne, treat her like gold and never ever... take her for granted.
"I will hold you when you have the urge to fall apart, and I will love you and give you all that I am when you feel like you have nothing left to give." - r.m. drake
Don't look away
I see it's something you're trying to hide
I want to reach for your hand, I don't want you to cry
It's never easy to hold myself
Everything in me just wants to kiss you, until your pain goes away
You'll be just fine
It's only a tear, it drys
Your life will shine so bright, I see it in you
Don't let that die
The goal of life is not to just live with memories,
But to live in the fond memories of others.😊
I don’t write long sonnets.
I hate things dragged out and long.
I like things short and sweet.
And if they must end....
Bottled Up Feelings
There's always something about someone
It can be an acquaintance or a stranger
When you get in touch with them
Everything is in so peace and solemn
Without speaking a word
Yet you both feel so relieved
Keep that someone beside you
Not just for your sake
But for the purpose of
Keeping the life on track
With full intake