unwanted

You're not welcome here.

You came about a month ago looking to stay the night

You just wanted a place for your kids to rest their head and you’d be gone in the morning light

A month has come and gone but your still here

Three extra mouth's to feed and you drank all the beer

We didn't have much, We gave you all we could 

You took it all and then asked for more 

No please

No thank you

No offer to help with the bills

My mother is afraid to tell you there's the door

As you have a bad temper that we don't want to appear 

Your kids are rambunctious and rude 

They have broken the cross my dearly departed Nan keep in her room 

My mother is in tears 

She doesn’t know what to do

My younger sister's won't leave their room

My mother has told me to shut my mouth and don't be rude

But soon that won't be enough 

You may be rough and tough 

But so am I

One more wrong move will be enough.

 

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Parsimonious

Folder: 
Personal

"So hot headed,

but heavy is the hand

that is kept from raising.

Which,

 

being how soft

the surface below 

it would fall upon,

it is al and well

 

no hand was raised,

indeed,

but there is no praise 

for such common sense.

 

Uncommon men

and situations

make for comics 

and comical accusations,

 

life's a joke

so sometimes I laugh at it,

but this time around

I keep frowning.

 

So here it is,

laid on the table

the meal made,

with much forethought.

 

And in the end,

all it causes is heat,

feet stomping,

no use for a cooler,

 

all around fire is sprayed

and it keeps trying

to catch, 

skin not lit.

 

Whatever the reason,

be it power or to tower above,

stepping in increases rage,

decreases range.

 

Within striking distance,

add more fuel to the fire

burning deep inside,

taught to never lay a finger

 

on the fairer sex,

but the moment tests all control,

reveal, resist,

total consequence in the rearview.

 

SLew of words,

which hold meaning

spoken out of love or anger,

babble dipping into ears

 

is all tuned out;

been inside my head for hours

already.

So you go,

 

but not before raising your own hand,

no pain felt with the blow,

no weight to it.

But damned if the point isn't realized,

 

asked to leave 

only to come once I'm gone,

leaving my abode vandalized.

How dissapointing.

 

An anger so roasting

kept cool with a conversation

with a friend, 

longboarder, car hoarder,

 

keeps one in check

before diving into a bitter 

back-and-forth.

The bitter look

 

thrown with an intense glare

with one more pass,

feeling sick to the stomach,

but if one wants,

 

just ask.

I can be more specific.

Penurious of kindness,

parsimonious of respect."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Parsimonious, not to insult anyone's intelligence, is to be stingy; to be witholding (usually of money). Something that you have, but decide not to give, or spend, or show. Being parsimonious is a common reaction to many a great painful events in our lives. But maybe it shouldn't be. For once.

*The Same*

Trisha Barrek Hopkins
Sun 5/25/2008 8:04 AM 


Everyday i wake up its always the same 
Put on my clothes brush my teeth 
I only have myself to blame 
I never have any friends to meet 

 

Its to work and back home 
I feel so unwanted so not myself 
I feel so alone 
I wish i could put my life back on the shelf 

 

My life will never be different or change 
It'll always be the same 
I just wish i could have it arranged 
To show people my life's not a game 

 

Copyright* 

I'm Sorry

Folder: 
Depression/sadness

I was once your baby girl.

Little and innocent,

You were ready to give me

the whole world.

 

But then I changed 

from kid to teen,

and I wasn't the same 

as I was once before.

 

I hurt myself because 

it makes me feel better,

putting the hurt on my skin

instead of inside my heart.

 

I'm sorry i've become

the kind of daughter you

don't want, never wanted.

 

I'm not innocent anymore,

I'm not your baby girl anymore....

I'm nothing good anymore..

 

I'm Sorry.

 

 

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Depression...

Folder: 
Depression/sadness

Depression...

 

What people think it is:

Sadness, crying, dressing in black.

 

But they're wrong...

 

Depresion is:

always feeling numb....

Numb to emotions,

numb to life...

 

Wake up in the morning, 

pretend you're okay,

then sleep again...

Repeat daily.

 

You smile, but you want to cry...

You talk, but you just want to be quiet. 

You pretend to be happy, but you aren't!

 

Depression is feeling trapped, 

abandoned, 

lonely,

scared,

tired,

lost.

 

Depression is feeling like you're suffocating,

like you're never going to breath again.

 

Depression is those times when you're happy, 

and then suddenly, 

for NO reason, you become hit with sadness,

and you break down again.... 

 

 

Crying those tears,

those tears that hurt to cry.

 

Your body racking with the pain.

 

You're crying so hard 

that you can barely breathe,

you clutch your stomach, 

trying to breath or keep quiet,

trying to make it stop!

 

You sink to the floor, 

holding your body,

trying to hold yourself together.

 

 

That's depression...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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Sent Away Again

Little girl,

crying as she is sent away.

 

Sent away yet again.

 

Sent away from the place

where she has been for weeks.

 

The place she thought she

might finally fit in.

 

 

But she was wrong.

 

So now she's leaving again.

 

 

She can't find the place,

HER place,

the place where she belongs!

 

She's searching,

forever searching,

for the one place she will be loved.

 

 

She's searching,

forever searching,

for her forever home!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to the more than 400,000 children in foster care.

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