This is the kind of poems you all want to read,
A story of a little girl, a teenage, a young lady and a woman;
Aspiring to be liberated from an inherited mind ;
A mind full of stories and patterns that the brain refuses to swallow;
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This is t...
It was summer, when a snow cold windy storm visited our home!
When the sky splitted into two colors!
Dark above our home and brighter for other's home,
A view tainted in gray and blue!
I think I am colorblind now! That's the only colors I see,
I didn't believe in witches but we have been cursed!
A funeral breeze touched my cheeks reminding me it is time to kiss goodbye to the tree I was born from
I didn't say goodbye because little brain I had that time, questioning:
How can someone just evaporate in a split of a second?
how can someone become dust and ashes?
What magic trick, that makes people disappear?
Into oblivion they just sink!
How can a body only perish into a hole!
Being planted, but no hope to bloom;
how can someone become a tale!
Wearing white for an eternal winter season just like A mountain covered in white Snow but no hope to melt?
how can someone just never exists?
And what's is the difference between a garden and a graveyard?
A seed waiting to give life,
a life resting after delivering a seed!
Death, we all talk about it as a stranger guest!
It can visit others but not us... That's, That's what I thought!
Thinking again!
How can someone become an unfleshed Skeleton,
A lung without air,
A heart without pulse,
A face with no smile,
Eyes without gaze,
A hand with no way to reach,
A paralyzed body with no hope to move,
Veins with no Blood traffic,
A corpse without a soul,
This is all a dream that taste sore,
Them leaving feels like,
A Roof is gone,
Lamps turned down, suddenly,
Safety a foreign language,
Warmth a luxury,
The word daddy, it lost its meaning,
Daddy oh daddy
You were:
A bird in the sky, working hard,
A whale in the ocean, sailing day and night,
And a lion in the woods, watching over all time,
A king in the family , feeding with no way to stop,
A long living tree, rooted deeply in the ground,
And We are the fruits of your human being,
The sound of your words chiming in my ears, "my eyes give me a glass of milk"
You know!
Our walls strangely remember echoes of your voice,
Each room hold your smell in one of the corners,
The front door still hide your fingerprints inside,
The kitchen still remember what you love to eat,
I wonder what is the best way to remember, how it feels when you were here, on earth!
walking on Eggshells, that's how I lived after your were gone
Unlawful death sentence that comes to visit no subpoena needed, no attorney is required, you only go barefoot, actually naked!
Swimming in a pool of tears, that how my life became,
I developed an Immunity towards the words happy, good news, healthy, strong, sunny, spring...
Instead I had a library of sad stories in my mind,
A bullet with your name stuck in my heart,
A bitter taste of sadness in my mouth,
How such a magic trick can reshape my whole life!
I felt isolated in a desert in the sky, surrounded by ghosts with no way to run or ask for help, only from the holy Divine God!
And i remembered again,
I am your living fingerprint,
I am the fruit falling from you,
I am your blood traffic,
I am your lungs full of air,
I am your body that moves,
The hand that reaches,
I am you, And I will make sure you are always remembered!
pulses in my heart a snoozed alarm in repeat reminding me you are still alive!
Hello Friends This is Daisy! hope you all are doing well and in good health, so this sad poem i wrote in memory of my father it has been 12 years since he died and it feels like yesterday! pray for him please.
Sorry if i made you sad, i will make it up for you in the nex poems.
thank you for being here and supporting me i so appreciate it .
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