Disconnected from a world already disconnected
Angst from a generation forsaken by this administration
Broke from stress, dumped by promises
I suffer and I wait
I sit and sit to wait for something to happen
Jump up whenever temptation arises
But get pushed down.
Discouraged by life
Restless of seeing divas populate my screen
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I think my writing has gone obsolete. Its so discouraging not being able to write. I have so much going on in my life that you would think I would be able to whip a poem out of my ass in just a few minutes. Hell, I was able to do that, but I can't. No combanation of words ever sound good when I type, when I write it in my journal, or when I blog it. I really want to start writing. I want my poetry buzz to come back. Thats all I want.
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There's snow
but it's melting outside
And here I am sitting
with a smile upon my face
As the temperature is up
My mood starts to go up as well
Spring is finally here
And as the warm appears
I suddenly begin to notice
that my bad moods disappear
Basketballs hit the pavement
in a rhythmic beat
And I can here the thump, thump, thump
of little pattering feet
Bikes whish and whoosh
around and around our street
And my brother and sister
shriek with delight
as Pup Pup runs around
and jumps on my sister
making her fall to the ground
She barks because finally has someone to play with
or is it because it's almost spring?
Sometimes Danny would come
riding on his scooter
Sometimes with one hand, sometimes none
He'd just show off as usual
Sometimes acting dumb
On a day like this
I could remember
Joseph chasing after James
Hanging out with them
made me feel like a kid again
I didn't have to remember all the wrongs in my life
A spring moment just took away all that pain
Laughter fills the air outside
but here I am
trying to write something good
While everyone is out on a day like this
I'm here... stuck inside
A little girl tries to smile,
but her face is distorted
from being a drunkard's child.
Everyday he takes a dozen sips to relax.
And that's when the danger
reaches its max.
The girl loves her dad
and does what she can to stay strong
despite all the times he has acted bad.
Mommy left them since two years
and daddy tries to drink up all his pain
in order to hide his tears.
He loves her child
but he can't seem to stop his drinking spurges
from going wild
He promises one day he'll change his ways
so his little girl won't have to live in fear
every single day.
But no matter how much he tries to change
he reaches for a whisky
and things remain the same.
He hits her one hand at a time
blames her for mother leaving
She was forced to believed she had committed this crime
At night he thinks of what he did and starts to cry,
throws his hands up in the air,
And screams to god "why!"
The drinks take him into another world.
A place that becomes so dangerous
once it encounters his little girl.
Only god can keep this small family from falling apart.
His grace and glory
can strengthen their hearts.
But no matter how much HE tries to comfort their hurt,
daddy keeps on reaching for the drink and
everyone is back to how it was at first.
No one wants you.
Your perfect face
perfect boobs
perfect body
has no place in a place like ours.
Your world is plastic
ours is not.
Go and seduce Ken
with your shiny china made body,
because that's the only thing closest thing "to a man"
you'll ever get.
The real world doesn't want a
bitch like you.
Go tell Mattel to put you back
onto the shelf of non-existence
Can't you see whore?
Girls no longer need to look up to you
as they did before.
Your head has been de-attached
And dumped among the rubble
similar to your kind.
You no longer matter to the 21st century
Past thought you were pretty.
but present and future
will gawk at your awkward structure
because you're so perfect.
Don't you know, you @#$! bitch
that perfection is what makes us
spit in disgust?
You haven't been in our world.
Haven't tasted the realities with your painted lips.
So just hibernate
in your plastic box
and look out that plastic window
at the world you'll never get a chance to be a part of
a world in which you'll
never be accepted.
Well, I'm writing yet another blog. I've only been blogging for a few days and I'm already addicted. Its really helped me get into the writing process. I used to write a lot in high school, a WHOLE lot of poetry. My goal for this blog is too keep on writing. Hopefully I'll get over this writer's block.
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