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Open Question: Comments welcome on the first poem, please read.?

I started writing at the age of 9. Next week is my Birthday and reading the poetry on here has me thinking. (LOL) It will make 30 years ago I started writing poetry. I wanted to share with you all the first poem I ever wrote at such a young age. This poem is special to me, as not only was it based by a real event, but it was feeling the sorrow and searching within the thoughts of how another might have been feeling to do such a thing. It inspired me or should I say, compelled me- to express on paper what I couldn't verbally say. This piece is disturbing, but also deeply touching. Please enjoy in honor of my Birthday. In The Park In the park ,where I liked to dwell- I met a boy I loved so well! He sat a strange girl upon his knee and told her thing, he never told me. Now I know the reasons why- That girl was much prettier, then I. I ran straight to home; onto my bed, not a word to my mother, I said. Father came home late that night; looked for me left and right- Up the stairs, the door he broke; saw me hanging from a rope. O! daughter, what have you done? “you killed yourself for one man’s son.” He took a knife and cut me down; on the dresser a note he found. “Dig a grave and dig it deep, with marble stone from head to feet- And on my grave I want a dove, to show the world I died of love.” Dana MoralesSadly Ian! I was diagnosed with a rare Malformation in the brain in 2005, since then have had 4 brain surgeries, 1 cervial of the neck, and cheated death more then I care to brag about. Got out of 5 surgeries last year alone. I suffer a lot of brain damage, and what used to come so easy for me is now a challenge. I don't see words in my head to spell, I can't remember anything short term, but I am lucky that it comes back to me later most of the time. And I'd love to be able to hold information I read on poetry in my brain, but it doesn't stick! you stupid AZZ! so get off that pedestal like I told you to, and give credit to those who aren't as fortunate as you. XXOOIt is my work, and it has been posted on the internet since 2000 when I started with the yahoo message boards in poetry before they did away with that board. It can be seen under the name -Lovingeyes69, Lovingeyes, and alwayslovingeyes, and is posted on sites suc has Poetry.com, musewhispers.com, the starlightcafe.com under anyone of these names. If you do run acrossed it and someone else is claiming they wrote it, then they are stealing my work. That is a price we all pay though by posting our labor on an internet. I do have copyrights to this piece, as I make sure I copyright anything I compose. And I hope all the great poets on here are doing the same as well, because your words can be taken and used, when you post anything on an internet. Dana more

Resolved Question: Two Parties - A poem?

White icing, or dark? A birthday surprise of roses and ponies, to light up his eyes. Shattered eggshell shards of concrete piled high with crooked rebar fingers waving goodbyes. Beautiful lights and colored festoons, the smell of fresh cookies fills up the room. Burning debris lining the streets, decaying bodies stacked into heaps. Laughing eyes wait for guests to arrive, and watch the gifts, leaning, pile higher and higher. Tumbling, crumbling a crust of cracked stone, the useless wrecked ruins of what was a home. To the table they gather and start up the singing to celebrate birthday with the cake momma brings. A mother’s heart breaks and she screams for him now. He was inside, when the ceiling came down. The magic begins. A clown starts to dance. How fun to play games when we all get a chance! While waiting in line and shoved to the side, with hunger and bugs and disease growing wild in cesspools of urine and feces and trash, while governments jockey for soundbites and cash, as families grieve at the doorway of death, for a clean drink of water, and a place they can rest, a little boy falls in the floor in a huff. He doesn’t believe his gifts are enough. more

Resolved Question: Fight for love Or Leave?

Okay well....I really don't know....on my next move..... Well me and this girl were dating for 6 months...She was my first love, I can still honestly say I never met anyone like her...She is really something, Which makes her so special..But sadly I am not the only one who notices those traits. I was in love, We would talk for hours on the phone I would write poems and say the most romantic things I could think of. Things were almost perfect the only problem was that we couldn't see each other as often as we liked. I hated it, and when she told her mother that we were dating....She didn't approve. I was younger and in her book....That's bad. One night she calls me crying her eyes out that she needs time alone ( Her and her mom got in a fist fight and got a black eye out of it ) She said she needs to deal with her problems and needs to break up with me. I was crushed....But I understood and said I would wait for her. After the break up there were rumors going about that she was cheating on me and that was the real reason she broke up with me....This was coming from my closest friends and there would be no reason for them to lie to me. I believed them. ( Very Bad Choice ). I told her that I don't want to speak to her and to not talk to me, think of me or anything. I hated myself for what I did to her. Days later I called her and she made it clear that the rumors were started by her ex-boyfriend who just wanted to piss her off. It sadly worked and got me into deep trouble. (Oh by the way the day I told her...was on her birthday...yeah..I know..) I felt like such an idiot. For weeks I tried to do everything in my power for her to forgive me. A few times she said that she doesn't feel the same way anymore for what has happened. (I don't blame her). After a while we start getting the spark back and begin to show feeling again. I still wanted her ever so much and I was waiting for the right moment to ask her out again, It was Christmas time and I had a necklace in a box and underneath that box was a letter and a ring, asking her to be mine once more. I call her to let her know I'm coming over, She starts acting strange and I ask her whats wrong. She tells me that she's not sure If she wants to be with me, "I didn't do anything wrong did I?" I ask her and she say no...But If she really did love me she wouldn't care what her Mom says. Scared and worried that Ive lost my only chance to have her back I go over the following day with the present and flowers. I get there and she refuses to take the gifts. For fear that she doesn't feel anything for me anymore. We have a long talk and she concludes that the only reason that she wanted me was to pretty much F.... ME!. I refused to believe that fact I doubt that every "I Love You" she ever said to me was to have me in bed... After a long talk I ask her to look at me In the eye and tell me..."You Don't Love Me" she hesitates and finally says it. "I Don't Love You" ...I had nothing left to say...I give her my present and leave. Weeks pass by and she calls me to say "Sorry, she only said those things because she doesn't want to get attached to me, and doesn't want a boyfriend." I forgive her and say that she could have just said that in the beginning. After a week I notice...Shes flirting with other guys and I see it kind of odd. I confront her about It and ask If shes ever lied to me...She says that shes not with anyone ...BUT she is starting to like another guy. She starts to cry and tells me that shes truly sorry. I love this girl and there is nothing I can't forgive her for. and so I forgave her and let her know how special she really is to me. The following day, Merely hours before me and her finally get into a good start. The guy she likes starts calling her his girlfriend, and saying how much she means to him. I didn't know what else to do...I confronted her about it for the last time and she says that she didn't know anything about him calling her his girlfriend. But she is kind of happy that he does indeed call her his girlfriend. The last thing I tell her..Is "I love you...Take Care" My friends say if you love her... fight.... Others say...You do too much.... I don't see the point on me doing all the work If shes going to put any effort...I'm not a bad guy...And I do love her...why can't she see that? more

Voting Question: I am trying to write a special birthday poem for my mother, will you help with c/c?

With a tragic past, struggles ongoing, she set her sights and moved towards the finish. Obstacles could not thwart nor diminish the garden of strength which she was growing. Through drought and doubt, with determination, She kept the beauty through duty and grace. I believe the sun itself wears her face, in the stars she is a constellation. Do you ever wonder how a small seed, taken to far places, borne on the wind can come full circle and be home again, now in full bloom with the land free of weeds? My Mother, the flower. Her roots hold fast. I am but one of the seeds she has cast...HH: I thank you very much for your help. I know it is not a subject that comes easily for you, but I agree that the final should be something of a mix of our two efforts. more

Voting Question: what do you think of these poem? they have to do with my experiences with cancer.?

Why me? Why my girls? Why my family? What did we do to deserve this cruel fate? I didn’t understand why this was happening to me, to us. The doctor spoke the deadly words, “I’m sorry, you have cancer.” Why?! Why was this happening!? Not just any cancer, brain cancer. If I hadn’t already been lying down I would have collapsed. I watched as my daughters processed the situation; Leila, little Leila-Boo, crying in the outside hallway, Amira, my strong Meersy, holding Leila the way only a big sister could. They look scared and confused and heartbroken. How I wish I could hold them and tell them it’s going to be okay. But I can’t, I’m here, in heaven; painstakingly watching my family breakdown. I wish that I could be there with them, watching them grow up. I wish I could see Leila graduate high school, see Amira do the amazing things that I know she’s capable of. I wish I could be there at the soccer games and birthdays, but I can’t. I see them crying, and I too cry. I see them with their pills to ease the pain. I wish I could comfort them. I wish I could tell them that everything is fine, and that heaven exists. I replay that moment, the moment that my life came crashing down, daily, or however one measures time in this place. But I know, in my heart of hearts, that they will be ok. They are strong and brave. I should know, I raised them. I’m grateful though; They have each other, even though I can’t be there. I love them, and I’m more proud of them than they know. I’m gone. It breaks my heart, but I know it’ll be okay. I’ll see them again someday. They don’t think the afterlife is real; But I can’t wait to see them come to heaven show them how wrong they are. I can’t wait to see them happy again. Cancer; the stages. Fear. Fear of loss, of death, of illness. Fear of the unknown. Annoyance. Annoyance at the ill, for illogical reasons. A teen’s frustration at her healthy mother, normal; A teen’s frustration at her sick mother, conflicting. Anger. Anger at the world. Anger at God for allowing this to happen. Anger for losing faith. For losing any belief in anything. Anger at myself for being mad at my mom. For treating her badly and wishing she would just die so it would be easier. Anger at all the horrible people in the world who are alive and well. Anger at the people who abandon those who really need them. Angry at myself. Depression. I miss her. I miss her more than I would have ever known it to be possible to miss someone. The pain hasn’t gone away, hasn’t eased, hasn’t healed. Time doesn’t heal the heartache of the loss of a mother. And it won’t. The pills don’t help, the pain doesn’t leave. The hole in my life hasn’t gotten smaller. But it will get better. Acceptance. Not happiness, but not rejection. The pain will always be there, but I will be okay. more

Resolved Question: January 2010 Obituary, a poem for C/C, What comes to mind when you read an obit?

January 2010 Obituary Today I read a brief obit Evano died he was ninety six, I knew him in the long ago when he was tall and I was small. Evano was the middle of sibling's, three and I the youngest of our,six, we were next door neighbors, endless years in our rural land, the upper mid-west. We all grew up, he moved away, I stayed I well recall, celebrating a smoldering hot 4th of July, sulfur smell filled the air, and stuffed my nose my stomach squeeze sick, swelled in pregnancy ne'er took a bite of Mom's beautiful birthday cake she was to be sixty two, the very next day. To my surprise on the 6th, I was full of energy! opted to care for, my two nieces, and one nephew while Mother and sister shopped in town long after they were gone, pain struck me down! and nephew quickly ran next door, to yell for help, and who should come , Evano visiting his Mom. after all these years, who ever thought----- nor him or me, he'd drive me six miles to town, to birth my first born child, the drive seemed longer then ever before and all the way he spoke in comforting voice of joyful memories, when I was born in July and other stories not in my memory, that gave me smiles when I was small and he was tall. as we arrived, I heard him breathe a deep sigh. Do you think it strange what comes to mind, when we we read a brief obit.No heavy thumbs down are from me. more

Resolved Question: :::Ramadan::: I hardly ever share, but time for a change?

Well, I apologise for making this rhyme I know I’m stupid and ungrateful I just want to make sense of this The reasons of why of life I am hateful “No, Sir, please give me more time" Well sir I’m just so sorry it is late Yes sir, no I will get better, promise One more chance sir, this isn't my fate”! My fists are curled up at my side, tight My face is blushed looking down and red My tired weary heart is thudding I no longer even heard what he said Why does it keep happening? Why am I so worthless and tired? Or perhaps I am being ungrateful Or, perhaps this is just how I am wired? "Sir come back! Sir! Sir! Sir please forgive me don't go!" Why have I become this desperate? Why, have I become so low...? What exactly is it that I did? Why is my life like this? Is everything that has happened not bad enough? Was my lost childhood just another miss? I’m sorry was it not enough To be tortured at the age of four To run away and become wrecked To have eyes that cry everyday sore Or growing up without real security I’m sorry was it really not enough?? To lose my home and all my toys To lose all my peace, my stuff? Well, I’m sorry was it not enough To be homeless and living on the street With a sick mother who had no one to rely on Struggling to make ends meet No, please give me some more Perhaps I will get more reward? What is the point of that if I get angry? I lose the reward when I empty that anger stored Is it that hard for you to make it better? To live everyday in turmoil and depression Not wanting to go back to my dark house After the end of every school session Are you still even reading this? “So much self pity” – you say, right? This is what I get for being ungrateful... Well this is what I get, for giving up my fight No, sorry, this is not a poem I apologise, it's unexpected and bad I can only write something good and “eloquent” That only happens when I’m fake or sad But today I am not sad, I am mad Sitting here with this pen in my hand Not knowing how to control myself Not knowing about what you have planned I’m sick of feeling guilt It is another punishment I get For being born into this While others are born without regret Truly, I am ashamed of who I am I am not good, poses beauty or skilled I feel bad for writing this, even more guilty I don't know, perhaps I should be thrilled? Was it not bad enough I lost my innocence? STOP!! The tears sting in my eyes I don't even want to think about it!! I’m so sick of my wasteful lies My God it boils my blood I get angry, impatient and sad I have no idea how to describe it I think I am turning mad Why am I so sad when I never really had Anything to begin with, so why do I cry Over my past my present and future Not knowing if the end is with a laugh or sigh God isn’t it strange when I was a small child, I thought; With sincerity that 17 will be my golden age! Where everything would be the way I want it to be To no longer have to play my role on this stage Today was great, I cried in the morning I cried at night behind my invisible screen I cried when I went to lay my head down on my bed Today was my birthday, I turned 17 more

Resolved Question: new poem, subject:abortion. rate/comment/advice/whatever?

okay, abortion is a deep subject that everyone has a strong opinion on. personally, i am against abortion and i wrote this. give your or opinions or just whatever. thanks:] abort me abort me deprive me of it all. who cares? i'm so small. funny how murder now is okay if you cannot see. i made my bed in your womb, but soon enough it'll be a tomb. abort me. abort me. why should i breathe? no birthdays, or first steps. i'll never understand this concept. never will these lips speak, didn't they say what you sow you must reap? i suppose this is an exception. i'll never have a destination, no direction. abort me abort me blame me for your actions. kill me, it doesn't matter. i'm simply a nuisance making you fatter. i won't be missed. i won't be kissed. and for your will, i shall not love. never will you see my hair grow, my voice is something you will not know. i hope every mother's day will remind you of the one you left behind if you abort me.i like awkward rhyme schemes :) lol more

Resolved Question: i need a great inspirational birthday poem for my grand mothers birthday?

i been writing for the past 4 days haven't come up with a good one yet time is running out more

Voting Question: PLEASE HELP ME !!! EASY POINTS !!!?

What is the meaning of this poem?! The Gifted Child Beautiful, ethereal, like a child imagined for a play, Dominic born premature five years ago, still has the look of someone not ready for this world. Just before his parents and their two guests sit down for dinner, he places his hands on the thin woman's belly, says You are going to have a baby. The adults laugh. She has three and at 45, wants no more. Like a midget clairvoyant, he walks around the table, looks her husband in the eye. Soon you are going to die. Someone tries to make a joke. There is nervous laughter. Mommy, when you and Daddy die, I'm going to build a house out of your bones and there I'll raise my children. He speaks precisely and with a slight English accent; white Namibian, he's a boy who has travelled an ocean and a continent to be here. After dinner, the man and woman who began their drive home with smiles and teasing, now shout at one another. Who's the father? he demands for the third time. He's had a vasectomy and she is angry he won't believe the baby's his (that is, if she's pregnant). Soon I'll be dead anyway, he says, I guess it doesn't matter. In his room Dominic lights birthday candles to place in his mother's skull where her eyes used to be. She is calling from downstairs. Do you have your pajamas on? I'm coming up at the count of three. Dominic tucks his children inside his mother's head. The rubber mouse named Mimi, the velvet kangaroo with a penny in its pouch, the armadillo no bigger than a walnut shell. One. Two. Three! Dominic stares through the small round windows at his babies in their beds. Sleep, he says, and breathes his warm breath over them. Sleep. Bone houses are so cold. more

Resolved Question: What is the meaning behind this poem?!?

Beautiful, ethereal, like a child imagined for a play, Dominic born premature five years ago, still has the look of someone not ready for this world. Just before his parents and their two guests sit down for dinner, he places his hands on the thin woman's belly, says You are going to have a baby. The adults laugh. She has three and at 45, wants no more. Like a midget clairvoyant, he walks around the table, looks her husband in the eye. Soon you are going to die. Someone tries to make a joke. There is nervous laughter. Mommy, when you and Daddy die, I'm going to build a house out of your bones and there I'll raise my children. He speaks precisely and with a slight English accent; white Namibian, he's a boy who has travelled an ocean and a continent to be here. After dinner, the man and woman who began their drive home with smiles and teasing, now shout at one another. Who's the father? he demands for the third time. He's had a vasectomy and she is angry he won't believe the baby's his (that is, if she's pregnant). Soon I'll be dead anyway, he says, I guess it doesn't matter. In his room Dominic lights birthday candles to place in his mother's skull where her eyes used to be. She is calling from downstairs. Do you have your pajamas on? I'm coming up at the count of three. Dominic tucks his children inside his mother's head. The rubber mouse named Mimi, the velvet kangaroo with a penny in its pouch, the armadillo no bigger than a walnut shell. One. Two. Three! Dominic stares through the small round windows at his babies in their beds. Sleep, he says, and breathes his warm breath over them. Sleep. Bone houses are so cold. ------------ I have a major assignment on it, but I can't see to grasp the meaning behind the poem? Can someone interpret it for me? Please & Thank you! more

Resolved Question: What is the meaning of this poem?

Beautiful, ethereal, like a child imagined for a play, Dominic born premature five years ago, still has the look of someone not ready for this world. Just before his parents and their two guests sit down for dinner, he places his hands on the thin woman's belly, says You are going to have a baby. The adults laugh. She has three and at 45, wants no more. Like a midget clairvoyant, he walks around the table, looks her husband in the eye. Soon you are going to die. Someone tries to make a joke. There is nervous laughter. Mommy, when you and Daddy die, I'm going to build a house out of your bones and there I'll raise my children. He speaks precisely and with a slight English accent; white Namibian, he's a boy who has travelled an ocean and a continent to be here. After dinner, the man and woman who began their drive home with smiles and teasing, now shout at one another. Who's the father? he demands for the third time. He's had a vasectomy and she is angry he won't believe the baby's his (that is, if she's pregnant). Soon I'll be dead anyway, he says, I guess it doesn't matter. In his room Dominic lights birthday candles to place in his mother's skull where her eyes used to be. She is calling from downstairs. Do you have your pajamas on? I'm coming up at the count of three. Dominic tucks his children inside his mother's head. The rubber mouse named Mimi, the velvet kangaroo with a penny in its pouch, the armadillo no bigger than a walnut shell. One. Two. Three! Dominic stares through the small round windows at his babies in their beds. Sleep, he says, and breathes his warm breath over them. Sleep. Bone houses are so cold. --------------- I have a major assignment on it, but I can't see to grasp the meaning behind the poem? Can someone interpret it for me? Please & Thank you! more

Resolved Question: Do u like my story i made up? (and poem)?

Here's the story: It’s 3:25 on a Saturday morning in July. My mom was getting reading to drive me to my friend Morgan’s house. I had just got a new Ouija Board for my birthday and we wanted to try it out. Now, Morgan and I have read the stories online on how people say it’s a bad idea or that nothing will happen but she didn’t care. I on the other hand was also sure it would work but was afraid we might summon up an evil spirit. As that thought wondered though my mind, I looked out the window and saw we were a long way from her house. It does take a while to get to her house because she lives by the airport and I live far from there. So I was bored and I decided to, you know, play around with the Ouija Board a little. I mean come on, I was dying to try it. So why not? I told my mom what I was doing so she wouldn’t be wondering why I was asking questions to someone that might not even be there. She said “Fine but be careful with that thing.” So I was touching the planchette with my fingers and asked “If there’s anyone here with me now, please spell something out on the board” so then I saw the board spell out, “DEMON”. I tried to stop it before it finished the word. I was too late. Then I felt this “energy” enter my body. I could see my eyes were glowing a bright red from the rearview mirror. Then, I actually heard me whisper to myself. Not too loud that my mom could hear but just loud enough that I could hear. I said “Your end is soon to come, and when it does, I’ll be the cause of it.” Then everything went black for a couple of seconds. Then I opened my eyes. I could see everything again. Also, my eyes stopped glowing. Was it all a dream? Did I fall asleep in the long car ride and dreamed the whole thing? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t dare tell my mom what had happened or thought what happened because I wasn’t sure it was real and she wouldn’t believe me anyway. Just then, the silver car pulled up to Morgan’s house. I would tell Morgan. That’s what I would do. After all she is my best friend, I could trust her. Couldn’t I? I said” Thanks mom”, and ran to the door. I ran heard doorbell and then heard her dog, Emmy bark. Morgan answered and she said “Hi Autumn, I can’t wait for….” I cut her off. “Explain now, talk later” I whispered. I grabbed her arm with one hand with the Ouija Board in the other hand. I dragged her into her room and closed the door. So while my mom talked to her mom to see what time to pick me up I explained to Morgan what had happened. I said in a frightened voice “I was trying out the Ouija board and then my eyes started glowing and.....” Morgan cut me off. “Whoa, whoa back up a sec Autumn, you USED the board by yourself???” “How stupid can you be!!!!?” “Morgan just listen please. The board spelled out demon. Then I felt this energy go inside me. Then my eyes started to glow red. Then I heard me whisper to myself, “Your end is soon to come, and when it does, I’ll be the cause of it.” Morgan said “Are u sure that all really happened?” “Well I don’t know. I mean, it all seemed so real…” I said, unsure. Morgan suggested “Well, we will try the Ouija board again and if anything happens, me and Lauren will let you know. “Wait you mean your sister is going to summon spirits with us?” I asked. “Yes she is, she has to Autumn. You know how she can be. Come on, let’s go tell her what happened to you.” Morgan said. I nodded in agreement and we walked over to Lauren’s room. I explained to Lauren what had happened. “So we have to keep and keep an eye out for anything strange happing to Autumn. Ok Lauren?” Morgan explained. Then I said “Thanks guys. I’ll keep an eye out if anything happens to you.” We took the Ouija Board out into the living room and sat it down. We told her mom to help us light the white candles. She also told me I would be staying until 7:00pm. “Ok you three, your all set, but be careful. If you need me I’ll be outside.” their mother said. We all put our hands on the planchette. We told Morgan to ask the first question. She asked “If there is a spirit with us here, are you mad?” The board went straight up to YES. Then Lauren asked “At who?” Then the board spelled AUTUMN. I could feel my eyes starting to glow a bright red again. “No!!” I screamed. I stood up. I could feel the energy inside me again. I squinted my eyes. Morgan and Lauren screamed my name. I stood up and the demon said “I told you I shall be the cause of your end!” Morgan said “Leave...Her... Alone!” Then I started to lose control of my body. I tried to gain control but the power was too strong. “This shall be your…….. No, no get out… of… me!” I struggled against the demon trying to control me. He was too strong. I had lost control. The demon that was controlling me said “Now, helpless mortals, watch as you friend meets her end.” My friends could do nothing but stare. Could you blame them? How could they stop a demon? Morgan and Lauren then saw what the demon was going to do. He was going to makehere's the rest: me throw myself down the stairs. Something you should know about Morgan’s steps to her 2nd floor. They are solid concrete and are not carpeted. You could easily see that if someone were thrown down those stairs hard enough, they would die. The demon was making me lean backwards. Morgan and Lauren tried to grab my hands, but they were a second too late. They shuddered in fear as they heard me fall down the steps. There was a loud THUMP when I landed on the floor. They ran down the stairs to see if I was ok. Even though I was unconscious I could feel someone shaking me. Then I heard voices. Morgan and Lauren. I wanted to show them I’m still alive, to wake up. But my eyes wouldn’t open for some reason. They I actually heard them crying for me to wake up. My eyes finally were able to open. Morgan and Lauren hugged me hard with tears streaming down their eyes. Morgan asked worriedly “Autumn, are you ok? Are you hurt?” I said I didn’t know. I think that’s what I said. IMore: I think that’s what I said. I couldn’t hear my own voice because everything was ringing. Morgan and Lauren grabbed my arms to help me stand, but I quickly fell back down. My right leg was hurting like crazy. They asked what was wrong and I painfully said “My…….. My leg.” They looked down at my leg. Morgan looked at my leg while Lauren was talking to me about what had just happened. It was kind of hard answering her questions though because I was in pain badly. So she decided to go and get her parents. So Morgan and I sat in the middle of the down stairs room. Morgan was scared to death because of what had happened and she’s never seen me in this much pain before. Her sister came down with their parents. Their dad looked at my leg and said it was probably broken. Their mom asked how it happened so Lauren told her. Of course she didn’t believe her. So I said “It’s true! And my eyes were glowing a bright red and I had no control and……..” I trailed off because my head hurt and I femore: I trailed off because my head hurt and I felt like I was going to faint. So Morgan, Lauren, and their parents carried me up the stairs to get me to a hospital. But while they carried me up everything was blurry and my head throbbed and I was so dizzy I backed out. When I woke up I was in a hospital bed with my leg in a cast and bandages on my head. I looked up and saw Morgan with a relieved look on her face. But soon her relieved look turned into an open mouth stare. It took me a while to figure out what see was staring at. My eyes were glowing red again but that’s not what she was staring at. Morgan pointed behind me. I looked back. There was the demon smiling a wicked, evil smile. I screamed at the top of my lungs. Everyone was looking at me.Cassie: It ends with a cliffhanger and this is just a draft. That's why there are errors. more

Voting Question: Just looking for a little advice on how to cope with the loss of my mom and I am now 37 weeks pregnant?

She got diagnosed back in January 2009 with stage 4 lung cancer. she went thru 3 different chemos and also radiation in her spine and nothing seemed to work, at all. we had a terrible year, she got admitted in roswell park cancer institute on Mothers day weekend and had to have her lung drained b/c it was filled with so much fluid. basically all of the holidays have been awful this year. when my fiancee and i found out about this, we knew what the outcome would be. we had been engaged for about a year and said we were not going to rush a wedding (we have also been together for 5 1/2 yrs now). but plans soon changed when my mom got sick. we started planning a nice little wedding for August 2009 but the week that we were suppose to sign contracts and put down deposits etc. I found out I was pregnant. The wedding plans quickly got put on hold b/c that was way to much all at once. Needless to say, In July The doctor at Roswell said that there really was nothing more they could do and they recommended Hospice. We left there that afternoon and went out to dinner (mom dad my sister and i). mom didnt say much and it was hard to look at her b/c she kept holding back tears and it made me wanna cry. We met with Hospice in August and she was in and out of the inpatient unit b/c her pain was so unmanaged they wanted to keep closer eye on her. she came out of the unit mid august and she made full funeral arrangements and picked out a headstone and everything! she took me shopping for the baby, bought the crib etc. then the week after labor day in Sept. she got admitted again into the unit and never came home. She passed away on Sept. 28th 2009 and her 51st Birthday would have been Sept. 29th. She told us the week before she passed that she wouldnt be here for her birthday. I'm having a very hard time with this for obvious reasons. I'm also angry or regretful that Mom didnt talk more about what was going on with her. she didnt express any feelings about it and we never wanted to just bring it up all the time. i know she was more worried about all of us, esp. dad but I feel like for MY own good, I wish she would have talked more. I know its selfish but maybe i would feel better? i dont know. I had written her a couple letters b/c it was easier to share things that way (no tears). I also wrote a nice poem and letter for the pastor to read at her memorial service for me. So I know that she knows how I feel and what I was going thru but... I'm 37 1/2 weeks pregnant now (due on Dec. 12th) and I am so depressed and miserable and dreading thanksgiving (this thurs.) and Xmas... This would have been her first grandchild too.. :( Any advice?? more

Resolved Question: hey I need a very good spiritual birthday poem for my grand mother's 80th birthday?

she's a very spiritual person more

Resolved Question: Poem to put on a birthday card?

Im making a birthday card for my mother (I'm sick and stuck in the house, unable to buy one) and I can't think of anything to put on the front cover. Any suggestions? I could either do a drawing (but I don't know what of) or a poem (but I can't find any). Any help would be appreciated. more

Voting Question: Homework Help?!?! 10 POINTS!!!!?

okay so there are two poems listed below, my papa's waltz, and my father's song. i need you to compare and contrast these two poems, and come up with 3 points between the two poems, and give me reasons how they are similar, different, and both. in other words....... Point #1 : list how the point is similar, different, and both. Point#2: list how it is similar, different, and both Point#3: list how it is similar, different, and both. Poem #1 : My Papa's Waltz The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt. Poem #2 My Father's Song Wanting to say things, I miss my father tonight. His voice, the slight catch, the depth from his thin chest, the tremble of emotion in something he has just said to his son, his song: We planted corn one spring at Acu- we planted several times but this one particular time I remember the soft damp sand in my hand. My father had stopped at one point to show me an overturned furrow; the plowshare had unearthed the burrow nest of a mouse in the soft moist sand. Very gently, he scooped tiny pink animals into the palm of his hand and told me to touch them. We took them to the edge of the field and put them in the shade of a sand moist clod. I remember the very softness of cool and warm sand and tiny alive mice and my father saying things. Please please help me, the only reason why i'm asking for help is because its my grandfathers birthday, and its probably his last, and we're having a party for him today at 12, so i only have like an hour to write this, and just please please help me this essays due tomorrrow i know i shoulve done it earlier, but please help! ill give the best answer 10 points!! thank you soooooooooooooooo much!!!!!!! more

Resolved Question: please help me i need a special poem for my mams 60th birthday who passed away 28yh june?

i would like a nice loveable poem for my ma who passed away th 28 june from gastric cancer it was a total shock i was just told and she died a week later its her 60th bday 4 dec i would a nice poem if any one can help to remember a presious gift in life a devoted mother and my best friend i would like a nice poem for her b day she is not here to give me away at my wedding on 17 july but will be with me in spirit r.i.p more

Resolved Question: My boyfriends birthday is today, I want a poem to his mother thanking her?

Today is my new boyfriends birthday. I want to send her flowers thanking her for having such a great man so many years ago. She lives out of state I have never met her. Is this a good idea? And what kind of poem could I enclose? Thanks in advance. more

Voting Question: Rate this poem that a friend of mine wrote?

Soothin' out the pain with the reality of the truth With hard livings, hard beats man homie this what I do I'll take you back to a time, when I was a young figure With my mind on a millie I thought if I squeezed triggers, I could rob niggaz for all their figures Dreaming of crazy schemes for my wallet to get bigger Then I learned how to hustle and my dreams they got bigger I wanted to be a gangsta I wanted to be a killa I figured if I robbed enough folks, sold enough dope I'll be rich before I even turn twenty fo I was blinded by all of that bullshit Caught up in the hype of the hustle Fascinated by hood shit Then I started gaining knowledge from all of the old heads Then I started focusing on my education to get more bread I love poetry, I put my damn life in these lines And I vow to tell the truth, never lie about a line I'm a real dude I aint gotta lie to be a G I'm a Optimistic Genius so yea I'm a O.G. I'm just taking a moment to speak on reality So sit back, listen as I bring you this moment of clarity Jail is no place for a young teen male They treat you like garbage in a closet sized cell They read through your mail You can never have any privacy Showering with a whole bunch of people that's not the life for me Monitor your phone calls to kids you wanna see Now your baby mama mad because you're not the man your supposed to be You're supposed to be there supporting her and your seeds But you wanted to be a gangsta, living ignorantly A couple of months passed and the word on the streets Is that she met a new dude with a college degree Now your letters stop coming and your commecary is low Now you're mad at that trick and write about her in every flow Reminiscing about the past, when you were making fast cash Riding new slabs, money filled trash bags Living life at the top, then your ass got popped, making a sell to an undercover cop All of that money is gone and now your locked in a box When you could've went to college but you got punked on the block Two strikes on your record, twenty years of your time Now you can't get a job because of your previous crimes Now listen, all of my young homies in the hood right now Put your hankerchifs away, put your hand guns down Go to school, get your education, just better yourself Make your hood look good with all this power and wealth Don't fall victim to the streets all over bullshit You're too young, what's the point of living with risk? You don't have to change who you are, just alter your ways Get money faithfully so you can live to see better days Fukk all of that gang banging and start living another way Because you don't want to be dead before your 20th birthday And lil' mama's fukk the drama don't rush to be grandma's Fukk having sex for the cash, try having some pazza's Choose to be Haley Berry, Oparah or whoever you choose So pass the success to the rest so they can wanna be you Yea, it's true young teen girls they grow so fast Because the media and young mothers are teaching them trash Parents, step up and put some discipline on their ass I bet they'll grow up respectful with the utmost class Girls, focus on your future Don't let a fake little boy use you Go get you a bread winner stop foolin' with the losers Or go be a powerful ambitious woman With your own money, your own cars, clothes and even your own home Like I said I'm just trying to open up the truth of reality So I thank you for listening to my moment of clarity. more

Resolved Question: i wrote a poem for my mother for her birthday and i want it engrave it onto something?

either a frame, plaque, anything really will do... do you know any websites that i can go on that will allow me to personalize a gift and write a poem on it, the poem is about 232 words Thanks for the help more

Resolved Question: my poem..tell the truth...in memory?

I want to wake up Please let me wake up I still don't understand why Everytime I look up At your picture and see your smile I cry I didn't even get to say goodbye It's 6 o'clock no sight of you Our dad is in a frantic While I'm getting ready for school "Where can he be?" He picks up the phone I see no reason to panic Just because you're not home I walk down the hall Not expecting bad news Me and my friends were laughing When my name came over the school They told me to sit down Then they told me the news I told them they were crazy It couldn't be you Everyone was crying On the ride there I kept thinking to myself I wish they would quit lying They're making me scared I put my hands over my ears Because I knew they were wrong I knew it wasn't true You were my brother You were too strong I walk into the hospital a little smirk upon my face You were always accident prone I knew what to expect You had a broken leg Or you might have broke your arm Nothing major Not much damage could have been done When I was escorted into that little room All realization set in It was you You were dead.. I scream there must be a mistake I take off running through the double doors And fall on my knees Screaming for my dad Who runs to comfort me I want to wake up Please let me wake up I still dont understand why Everytime I look up At your picture and see your smile I cry I didn't even get to say good bye I hear a dreadful cry And I look around to see All our family around And they're watching me I get up off my knees And say that it should have been me Our parents are in shock Your baby starts to cry The mother of your still unborn Is screaming why And through all of this I whisper you couldn't have died I want to wake up Please let me wake up I still don't understand why Everytime I look up at your picture and see your smile I cry I didn't even get to say goodbye God had to have a plan for your life A plan I have yet to figure out You brought two children into this world Only to have witnessed the birth of one Each day we wake up And we get to see their beautiful smile I just pray you're watching us from the sky You had so much to live for No reason to die And through all of this I still ask myself why Why you were you were picked To leave this world Two days after your 21st birthday An eternity to soon.. Its been a few years since that dreadful day Your life had been taken You were taken away I still don't understand Why I was left here to survive Without you by my side After all this time I still believe It shouldn't have been you It should have been me I want to wake up Please let me wake up I still don't understand why Everytime I look up at your picture I see your smile You left me here to cry I didn't even get to say goodbye.. more

Resolved Question: Can someone pleaseee help me analyze this poem? I'm really desperate right now?

Ok so the poem is Spaces We Leave Empty by Cathy Song and its posted below. The jade slipped from my wrist with the smoothness of water leaving the mountains, silk falling from a shoulder, melon slices sliding across the tongue, the fish returning. The bracelet worn since my first birthday cracked into thousand-year-old eggshells. The sound could be heard ringing across the water where my mother woke in her sleep crying thief. Her nightgown slapped in the wind as he howled clutching his hoard. The cultured pearls. The bone flutes. The peppermint disks of jade. The clean hole in the center, Heaven: the spaces we left empty Now, what I need to know is what does the bracelet symbolize in this poem? And also can someone explain the meaning of the title? Or at least make something up from their own head that could explain the title? I'll be super super grateful for anything anyone can explain to me. Thank youu! more

Resolved Question: Can someone please help me analyze this poem? I'm desperate and ANYTHING will help!?

Resolved Question: LGBT : Can you please give me your opinion of my poem? :) PLEASE?

Hey I have to write a poem about being in someone else's shoes for religion class... I know I should be asking this to the poetry section but you guys are awesome! I didn't carefully edit it yet so it's bumpy in a couple of parts But please give me your opinion of it overall if you have time! I know its kinda long but its an easy read thanks so much! xoxo I'm thirteen years old and I am hated for this and that My schoolmates cut me and spit on me because I'm fat They laugh at and belittle me to the point where I break down and cry they threaten me and say things like "why don't you just die?". They take my posessions and rip out my hair, Why is it done to me over them? It's just not fair. It's three days to my 14th birthday, My mom says there will be a surprise, I keep asking her what it is but she just says "Wait till you're birthday" to my demise. Today at school I was left alone at lunch, I was pushed into a corner and was faced with a bludgeoning punch, I left school in a hurry, walking with speed, But the other girls found me and followed Kayla's lead, I wish I were skinny and even just somewhat well liked, I forgot what the girls did to me, and towards my house I hiked. I walked by the clothing store and witnessed the most beautiful dress, I've wanted it for years but would it ever fit an oversized mess. It's embroidered, covered in lace and decorated with a bow, If it were my size I'd be vibrant and beautiful, like a star I'd glow It's two days to my 14th birthday, I look out the window and watch the sun rise, I'm thinking about my 14th birthday, the sun glimmers in my eyes. Today, for the first time ever I actually got asked to the dance, It was by Kyle, apparently my first ever, true romance. He took me by the hand and walked me down the hall, only to say "You wish!" and pushed me into the wall. His friends all snickered, they were in on the scheme I kinda knew it from the beginning, it's always me versus a team. I walked by the store window, just to see the dress once more If I had a dress so beautiful I would no longer me called the school boar. If I were to be a princess with a dress so fine, I would get the guy I've wanted, I'd be his and he'd be just mine. When I got home my mom seemed busy with gift wrap and string, I pretended I didn't notice and listened to the birds sing. Tomorrow is my 14th birthday, I can't wait for mom's surprise, Though tomorrow is also the mark of another year in which I was hated for my size. Today I biked to school breathing in the fresh spring air, Taking in the foliage before I stepped into my toxic classrom lair. Today was gonna be a good day I self explained, Today I wont be made fun of but unfortunately the bullying remained. I went into the changeroom after a stressful gym class, There the girls locked me in the change room and made fun of my mass. I had a towel wrapped around my self and searched for my clothes, I was left alone without cover, my heartbeat quickly rose. A girl slipped into the changeroom with me with an unsettling grin, she started grabbing at my towel, she was stronger, I couldn't win. I screamed for the gym teacher, she wasn't around, I was stripped of the towel and the girls beat my every pound. I was shaking and bleeding on the changeroom floor, The final bell rang, they finally decided to not touch me any more. I cleaned myself up and trudged on back home, There I finished the last words of my unfortunate poem. Today is the day of my birthday, early in the morning my mom sneaks to my bed, I'm still on my matress, my mother approaches my side and reads what my note said. "Mom, I love you so much but I couldn't stand strong during the hate, I'll love you forever, just remember me for who I am, look past my weight." She placed her hand on my chest to check for a heart beat, there was nothing but silence, she crumbles on her feet. Mom collapses by my bed side, her tears consume her beautiful face, She drops the dress on my bed, the one in the window, covered with beautiful lace. more

Resolved Question: Ive been looking for this poem every where.?

i only remember bits of the poem and i've been searching for it everywhere. Its about a boy, who grows up, The mother talks about his birth, 6 months old, first birthday, tuning 2, 1st day of school and when he gets married. I remember it says "i blinked and now your 2" if you can please help me find this poem thanks more

Resolved Question: Anouk Anouk they say it's your Brithday RIGHT?

Anouk Anouk They Say It's Your Birthday Right? Well every one lets have a party for this special girl, some of you know her and some not, but that does not mean you can't come to the party. But first off,as some of you may know Anouk had a rough weekend with her sister. But all is well now, but her weekend was rough. And she even wrote a lovely poem in the poetry section. So for those who never seen it, and by the way I think it would make a great ballad what do you guy's think. I'm going to print it here again I hope you don't mind. This girl has talent I believe anyways, and which most of you will after you read this poem [ballad] It's called: A LESSON FOR LIFE. She lived a life of solitude She lived a life in vain She lived a life in which was, A Strong, ongoing pain She had no friends to lean And no shoulder for crying to. She had no friends to give her love, Hope and Kindness too. She thought about it day and night She lay upon her bed Her mind made up, she grabbed a gun And put it against her head Just then a ring from the phone She pulled the gun away Her mother is on the other end Just wanted to say "Happy Birthday my dear girl, Today is just for you I care for you with all my heart I hope you know that's true Those words ran through her mind so much She placed down the gun, FOR GOOD. She changed her mind about her life And she changed her mood She thought about this special day And what her mother had said The gift her mother gave her that day Was the gift of life, AGAIN. This poem is not about Anouk but her sister, and say we all should wish her sister a Happy Birthday along with Anouk's Birthday. Here is my song to you and your sister Anouk.... Sister Sledge - We are family http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSDh94eQT… You take care my friend, if I can call you that. And now you all can join in the celebration. take care dave P.S. sorry i forgot the most important thing Happy Birthday to you and your sister. 21 minutes ago - 4 days left to answer. Sorry folks this when to the wrong section it should have been here in R&Pthank you deathCube KMight thank you for your asnswerhey punch thank you for re-answering this question.lucy thanks for your kind wordsdarth the hickler thanks for your answer, she will be happy i believereddevil thanks for showing up and thanks for the kind word'sAnouk they all love you my friend, and they can't go wrong about that. take care and have a good one.thank you offahey rikitiki stay away from the punch you know what happen last time, thanks for showing up my friend.thanks for showing up I'm Pretty and Lellylolalove thank's for showing uphope you enjoy the party mickhey Mr. Tambourine it's not a party until you arrive thank's for coming.podunk poet great words and thank's for droping overLadyhawk thanks for coming by, yes the cake's in backgreat work Ladyhawk, and the punk is great heylucy blue is nice to see you have decided to come by, watch out for the punch.MSlety thanks for coming byNodumgys thanks for coming by the beer is out backyour never to late trixie, thanks for showing upMichael good to see youhey smoochy tale a sitgood to see you Amnesiac welcome to the partyWonderful Tonight I knew you would show up, grab a beersorry smoochy take a set.welcome cheetah girlhey naz great to see youZaii, welcome a board and thank you more

Resolved Question: Anouk Anouk They Say It's Your Birthday Right?

Well every one lets have a party for this special girl, some of you know her and some not, but that does not mean you can't come to the party. But first off,as some of you may know Anouk had a rough weekend with her sister. But all is well now, but her weekend was rough. And she even wrote a lovely poem in the poetry section. So for those who never seen it, and by the way I think it would make a great ballad what do you guy's think. I'm going to print it here again I hope you don't mind. This girl has talent I believe anyways, and which most of you will after you read this poem [ballad] It's called: A LESSON FOR LIFE. She lived a life of solitude She lived a life in vain She lived a life in which was, A Strong, ongoing pain She had no friends to lean And no shoulder for crying to. She had no friends to give her love, Hope and Kindness too. She thought about it day and night She lay upon her bed Her mind made up, she grabbed a gun And put it against her head Just then a ring from the phone She pulled the gun away Her mother is on the other end Just wanted to say "Happy Birthday my dear girl, Today is just for you I care for you with all my heart I hope you know that's true Those words ran through her mind so much She placed down the gun, FOR GOOD. She changed her mind about her life And she changed her mood She thought about this special day And what her mother had said The gift her mother gave her that day Was the gift of life, AGAIN. This poem is not about Anouk but her sister, and say we all should wish her sister a Happy Birthday along with Anouk's Birthday. Here is my song to you and your sister Anouk.... Sister Sledge - We are family http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSDh94eQTAk You take care my friend, if I can call you that. And now you all can join in the celebration. take care dave P.S. sorry i forgot the most important thing Happy Birthday to you and your sister.Sorry Punch and Anouk that i put it in the wrong place I was trying to talk with someone in the other room as I was sending it, so I reposted it in R&P so I hope it worked this time. take care my friends. daveNuttytart you are also a good friend, and thanks for finding the question i posted it in the wrong section it should have been R&P which I did repost to there. more

Resolved Question: Hey guys what do you think of my poem?

A lesson For Life She lived a life of solitude She lived a life in vain. She lived a life in which was, A strong, ongoing pain. She had no friends to lean And no shoulder for crying to. She had no friends to give her Love, Hope and Kindness too. She thought about it day and night She lay upon her bed. Her mind made up, she grabbed a gun And put it against her head. Just then a ring form the telephone She pulled the gun away. Her mother is on the other end Just wanted to say “Happy Birthday my dear girl, Today is just for you. I care for you with all my heart I hope you know that’s true” Those words ran through her mind so much. She placed down the gun FOR GOOD. She changed her mind about her life. And she changed her mood. She thought about this special day And what her mother had said The gift her mother gave her that day Was the gift of life, AGAIN. more

Resolved Question: Am I depressed or just another teen?..?

Well. I'm almost 14 (birthday is in November) and idk if I'm just another teen girl who's hormones are going insane -or- if I am really sad OR- if I'm actually depressed. But this is how I feel;; I feel rlly sad, kinda..broken? if that makes any sense. I only have like two friends I actually rlly talk to. I used to sing constantly, I havent given up on it or anything but I rarely feel like singing anymore. I was in a car wreck last year, it messed me up (ive got a slipped disk in my back- had to get surgery on my knee- all of that) and my parents have a very.........odd..relationship. I feel like I cant talk to anyone, like theres no hope for even trying. I'm homeschooled so I cant talk to a school counciler and everytime I say I want to talk to a therapist my mother gets defensive of the fact that I dont want to talk to her abt it.. I get where shes coming from, but her and I are rlly different in the way we think and handle things and she doesnt understand my POV. ..Im never hungry, but that culd be related to my blood pressure issues (I have low bp, we dunno why) and anyways: I write all these poems, all of them are dark. And it feels like I never remember good memories from my past. I know ive had some, but I dont remember them, only the negitive things. ..I smile and laugh and act like im okay, just so no one will worry, but lately its harder and harder. I feel really helpless. Am I depressed? Am I just some other girl who feels this way? Is it normal? Can anyone help me or give me advice.. anything that will make me feel less lost?.. Any help is rlly appreciated....I'm not emo. (not that I have anything against them) And there are deeper reasons why I think im depressed, but I dont feel the need to post my entire life story on here.. more

Resolved Question: What birthdays presents do you get mothers?

I want to get my mum something special for her 43rd birthday. her birthday is this coming saturday, and shes on a liqui diet so breakfast in bed aint an option really unless im bringing her water on a tray :-/ in the past ive got her a nice photo of us too and framed it, and also them ornaments that have special mother poems written on it. I wanted to take her to a spa but she fosters and so shes not gonna be able to do that. This is really difficult so any ideas of anything i could get her, please let me know becoz im stuck.... Thankyou more

Resolved Question: What would you give you're mother when she is hitting the big 50?

My mam is turning 50 this Sunday. I only have 47.38 dollars to spend on her. What should I get her for her birthday? I love writing songs, so maybe I could write her a song and show it to everyone @ her surprise B-Day Party. I'm not sure. I love to draw, write poems and songs, and sing. Should I do something like that, and buy her a gift? What would you do when/if your mam turned 50? Thanks everyone for the ideas! more

Resolved Question: 80 year-old birthday poem for grandmother/ mother?

having a presentation to be given to grandmother who is turning 80. for my niece to read a poem of appreciation more

Resolved Question: Family Issues over boyfriends, help.?

Okay, so i'm sixteen years old, and I have a problem. Sort of. Recently my mother got a new boyfriend. My mother is a 47 Year Old person. I know it is not my place to be telling my mother who to date, but when I feel it affects me, I think it should. My mother met this person on the internet. After 3 weeks of texting and talking on the phone, she let him move in to our apartment. Whenever I'm around he is rude to me. He makes fun of me because I'm a tad overweight, and that I love to read. My favorite thing to do is sit and read books, magazines, anything I could get my hands on. But he thinks that I shouldn't be doing that. That I need to go out more. He calls me a social reject because I rarely go to my best friends house. (Mostly because her grandma is insane and they never have anything to drink except for nasty tap water...) But anyway, he always is ragging on me. I cook for the house most of the time, but he tells me my food is horrible. What gets me so peeved is that he thinks he's superior, and that I'm pretty much worthless because im younger, never had a boyfriend, etc. What really gets me upset is that he thinks he could just come in and become the leader of the household. He thinks that I should listen to him, and follow his orders. He even told my mom that I would get "punished" if I don't do stuff around the house. (I also have nerve damage in my left arm and hand, so I can't really do anything.) Plus, he's in jail, for hitting someone...He sends my mother a letter and says that since no one gave her a real present for her birthday (he was in jail at the time, so he couldn't get her anything...) that he would take her paycheck and get herself stuff, only herself. In truth, I did get her something. I wrote a very long, truthful poem and letter telling her things...and he said it was worthless...(she sent him what I wrote to the jail...) I feel as if he's ruining the relationship between my mother and me. We don't stop yelling at each other about him, and she's taking his side. She says I'm being the unruly one here, and that I should be responsible. Another thing, I'm graduating from High School soon, and she thinks he should go to my graduation. I think he shouldn't. Graduation, to me, is supposed to be a happy time, and he'll ruin it. I want my older brother to go instead of him. But, my mother got a restraining order against my brother (through her boyfriend's urging) so she said if my brother goes, she doesn't, unless her boyfriend comes too. Sorry for the long post, but yeah. All of that doesn't even cover it all. There's more. SO, Am I just being a stubborn teenager, or is he actually ruining my relationship with my mom? Do I need to ignore this...or what?I can't move out though, I'm only 16. (I skipped a grade...) We have to be 18 to move out...and I can't really get emancipated. I'm hoping to get into a good college with dorms so I could get away...but with the economy, and not being able to find work...ugh. more

Voting Question: What would be a good poem for someone that has been like a Mother to me?

And its her birthday. more

Resolved Question: Birthday poem for dead friend?

im looking for a poem for my best friend who died in june this year, she passed suddenly and it is her birthday on the 9th Sept she would have been 31 a good friend sister and aunt and mother to 4 kids Any suggestions welcome, thanks more

Resolved Question: a poem for my mom what do u think?

my moms birthday it next week and ever since i was little she loved that i made her something every year. Well i started growing up and not make her cards and stuff anymore. I mean i am 21. I want to do something really meaningful so i wrote this for her. Now i want honest opinions please... I've been writing poetry since i was like 14 but they were always depressing so this is something new to me. My Hero There’s this person that I want to someday be It is the wonderful woman who made me Mom guided me through life and showed me the ropes While still finding time to tell me funny jokes She is the best you can even ask around But the second you mess with her family or friends she’ll put you on the ground My mother has a heart of gold and means very well All she wants to see is her is her family excel She even took in a pregnant girl that wasn’t hers And gave her a family she really deserves Not only is she my mother she is my best friend Our love is unconditional and will last till the end. more

Resolved Question: Okay mum's 50th next week. Need some good quotes, Sayings,Poems for her card. Can any one help please?

She is my mum and in my opinion the best mother in the world. I want something really personal to write on her giant birthday card. Please no really rude ones. I am not very creative with words so i cannot make anything up, I have tried and it is all crap. Her name is Jane by the way if it helps. Thanks sooo much. more

Resolved Question: a very serious question for all my contacts?

i asked this a few days ago, and i got some very good, insightful answers but i would like some more users opinions. my fiance's 17 year old sister committed suicide last month. the family is taking this very hard, especially my mil because she feels like this was all her fault. sherry, the deceased sister, was into drugs and drinking and lived with her 26 year old bf, and that is where she killed herself. (hung herself in the garage of the boyfriends house when no one else was home) my mil let her move in with the bf back in dec of 08 after she stole from the family for drug $. but my question is that im worried about my mil. i know that losing a child must be the most terrible thing a mother can go through, and i cannot imagine it. but i am worried about my mil not handling this healthy at all. she never leaves the house except to go to the cemetery daily and next door to her sisters house. she built a shrine for sherry in the dining room w/ pics of sherry and poems and flowers and candles and things, which she cleans daily. my mil also takes her other daughter, whose 15, for an ice cream cone and they eat it down at the grave site "with sherry" a couple times a week. my mils bday was a few days ago, and my fiance and sister got her a card and they signed it. mil got upset b/c nobody signed for sherry and demanded that somebody signed for her since "sherry wasn't available to sign it today." my mil also talks to the grave and says see you tomorrow baby sleep tight tonite. sherry's 18th bday is in 3 weeks, and my mil's sister is baking a cake for her and every1 in the extended family is going down to the cemetery on sherry's bday w/ cards and gifts to lay on her grave. they are also going to eat cake down there by the grave and sing happy birthday to her. my mil is also taking sherry's cat down to see her for her bday. im not being insensitive, i am honestly asking if this is normal grievance. i am worried my mil will never get back to normal. she seems to be in denial to me. very severe denial. she has even gone so far as to say she pretends that sherry stills lives across town and she can call if she wants to. she plans to get sherry's cat cremated and bury the ashes over sherry's grave when the cat passes away. i have never lost a child so i really have no idea, but i don't want my mil to harm herself in the process of grieving. is this natural or normal behavior? when and will she get better? the strangest part to me is the my mil acts as if sherry is still living. i think by doing this, she prolongs grieving and letting go. not that i expect her to do that immediately or soon or anything like that. this just reminds me of those couples who still set a place at the table and dish out food for there deceased spouse, my mil would honestly probley be doing this if sherry had lived here when she died.. it hurts me to see her this way. i am not going to say anything b/c frankly it isn't my business to say the least. but i don't want my mil to develop some serious issue in a few years when i saw the red flags from the beginning. like i mentioned, i have no clue how hard this can be for my mil. but i wanted to see if it was normal or a serious red flag. more

Resolved Question: not n and b. but a very serious question?

my fiance's 17 year old sister committed suicide last month. the family is taking this very hard, especially my mil because she feels like this was all her fault. sherry, the deceased sister, was into drugs and drinking and lived with her 26 year old bf, and that is where she killed herself. (hung herself in the garage of the boyfriends house when no one else was home) my mil let her move in with the bf back in dec of 08 after she stole from the family for drug $. but my question is that im worried about my mil. i know that losing a child must be the most terrible thing a mother can go through, and i cannot imagine it. but i am worried about my mil not handling this healthy at all. she never leaves the house except to go to the cemetery daily and next door to her sisters house. she built a shrine for sherry in the dining room w/ pics of sherry and poems and flowers and candles and things, which she cleans daily. my mil also takes her other daughter, whose 15, for an ice cream cone and they eat it down at the grave site "with sherry" a couple times a week. my mils bday was a few days ago, and my fiance and sister got her a card and they signed it. mil got upset b/c nobody signed for sherry and demanded that somebody signed for her since "sherry wasn't available to sign it today." my mil also talks to the grave and says see you tomorrow baby sleep tight tonite. sherry's 18th bday is in 3 weeks, and my mil's sister is baking a cake for her and every1 in the extended family is going down to the cemetery on sherry's bday w/ cards and gifts to lay on her grave. they are also going to eat cake down there by the grave and sing happy birthday to her. my mil is also taking sherry's cat down to see her for her bday. im not being insensitive, i am honestly asking if this is normal grievance. i am worried my mil will never get back to normal. she seems to be in denial to me. very severe denial. she has even gone so far as to say she pretends that sherry stills lives across town and she can call if she wants to. she plans to get sherry's cat cremated and bury the ashes over sherry's grave when the cat passes away. i have never lost a child so i really have no idea, but i don't want my mil to harm herself in the process of grieving. is this natural or normal behavior? when and will she get better?the strangest part to me is the my mil acts as if sherry is still living. i think by doing this, she prolongs grieving and letting go. not that i expect her to do that immediately or soon or anything like that. this just reminds me of those couples who still set a place at the table and dish out food for there deceased spouse, my mil would honestly probley be doing this if sherry had lived here when she died.. it hurts me to see her this way.yes i agree. i am not going to say anything b/c frankly it isn't my business to say the least. but i don't want my mil to develop some serious issue in a few years when i saw the red flags from the beginning. like i mentioned, i have no clue how hard this can be for my mil. but i wanted to see if it was normal or a serious red flag. more

Resolved Question: Poem: "To My Daughter/Son" It makes you think!?

This poem was emailed to me and I thought I would share it with you guys..It made me tear up.it could be cause I am pregnant and emotional..lol but it is a good poem! *Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play. *Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together. *Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles. *Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck and I will buy you one if he comes by. *Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned. *Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them. *Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys. *Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you. *Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry. *Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars. *Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows. *Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given. *I will think about the mothers And fathers who are searching for their missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore. *And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer.. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask Him for nothing, except one more day............. Question: Do you have any family plans for this weekend? I am taking my children to get their pictures taken (professionally) for their 4th and 3rd birthdays!!Zorro: You are going to make me cry..thank you!!!Kandy 226: Thank you sweetie! But maybe you should through your mom a suprise graduation party..she would really appreciate it! more

Resolved Question: May I share a memory with you?

I wrote this poem in memory of my Mother years ago...it was my Sons favorite and He would ask me to tell it to Him every night..His birthday would be Tuesday and I want to share it with you today. When me and Mommy pray Every night before I sleep me and Mommy pray. She kneels down beside me and we fold our hands this way. We ask God for His blessing and we talk about our day. It makes me feel so special when me and Mommy pray. I love to talk to Jesus it fills me up with joy. Mommy says He hears the prayers of every girl and boy. I know Jesus loves me He hears every word I say. I go to sleep so safe and warm when me and Mommy pray. When our prayer is over Mommy kisses me good night. She tells me that she loves me and then turns out the light. Now I know as time goes by with every passing day I never will forget the nights when me and Mommy prayed. more

Voting Question: What to make my mom for her b-day PLEASE HELP!!!!!!?

my moms birthday is really soon and i already had something in mind but then she figured it out and i didnt really like it anyway soo instead i want to make my mom something because she always says she likes when we make her things and its more thaughtful i already no to make her a really colorful card i right poems and i wanted to make her one but i already did that for mothers day do you think i can make her another one??? i also play the guitar do you think i should right her a song??? should i make her a collage of pictures??? anyone think theses ideas are good plez help i also have a small budget thanks!!!! more

Voting Question: Do you think my mom will like this?

Okay I wrote my mom a poem for her birthday. Do you think she'll like it? Be completely honest. If you think I should add something to it of take something out of it just tell me. Thanks for the help guys! Mothers and daughters always there to love and to care even though we may not show it we both want each other to know it when one is down and is showing a frown we lift her up even though we may tear and cut we love each other and that's all that matters there might be a scar from all the shatters but I am flattered to have the mom I have today with me if I didn't I wouldnt be who God made me No matter what we do or say We will love each other in our very special ways as long as we're together we'll make it through I just wanted to say MOM I LOVE YOU! more

Resolved Question: poem help please?!?!?

i wrote this poem about my mother because its her birthday and i thought it'd be a good present. i added in the book reference because she loves to read! Any suggestions would be great! What is a mother? The dictionary translates a mother to “a woman who has a given birth to a child, or cares for a child.” But the way I look at it, you are so much more than that To me, a mother is a kind, gentle, caring woman who can take away any pain with her tender hugs and warm kisses A mother is someone who I can tell anything to, without fear of losing her everlasting love A mother is someone that I will never lose my love for, she will always have a place in my heart A mother is someone who holds me close during the bad times and protects me until the storm is over A mother never forgets encouraging words and always teaches me to be the best person I can be A mother is someone that will always have an inseparable bond with her children, someone that will always remain loved by her daughters A mother is always cheering me on, always on my side My mother is not just someone that gave me birth and takes care of me; she is so much more than that She is a mother I will love unconditionally, until the day I die. Nothing can break the bond I have with her, not any natural disaster, not matter how big or small. The love I have for her is just like a good book, impossible to forget and always in your praises when people ask “What’s your favorite book?” In this case, my mother is my favorite book. more

Voting Question: my favorite book (a poem by me )?

Resolved Question: What are your comments on 'Uncle Punt, My Second Father' evening poem?

A boarder, during WW 2, rented a room at my granmothers house, and stayed....true story/poem... When he laughed, it was Christmas and apple pie. When he frowned, mountains tried to run. When he softly said, 'Stop yelling at your daughter,' Mother found something else to do, quickly. For my 8th birthday, he gave me a dictionary. For college advice, 'Read newspapers everyday.' For my help, with his dream, the love of all growing things. Knowledge of plants, trees, their ways, time... He used an oxygen mask, years later. He grew thin, then grew into shadow... He and I never said 'Goodbye.' Three days after, a 3a.m. June storm... Ice cold air in his vacant bedroom, newspapers Strewn across the room. Windows locked tight Against monster winds outside. I stood at his bedroom door, knew things I shouldn't have... that he was telling 'his little girl' goodbye... 'Goodbye, Uncle Punt, you're here, aren't you...' His oxygen mask, on the desk, fell to the floor. I walked back to sleep, with his smile beside me... more

Resolved Question: Short quotes or poems for my mom?

My mom's birthday is tomorrow, and i'm giving her hugs kisses and sweet things. im putting hersheys hugs in one box, hersheys kisses in another, and sweet things in a third box. I'm sort of stuck on what to put in the sweet things box. So far i have this: To the world you are one person, but to one person you are the world. Enjoy life! This is not a rehearsal Who has never tasted what is bitter does not know what is sweet A mother understands what a child does not say.” Discovery is looking at what everyone else sees, and seeing what everyone else does not. Happiness is a journey, not a destination. a day without smiling is a day wasted. "Life is far too important to be taken seriously." I love you im not sure what else to put in there, and i cant find anything. do you have any quotes, poems, sayings or other ideas? thanks. more

Resolved Question: Need Birthday Saying For my Mothers Birthday.?

My Mom's Birthday is tomorrow and I just made a card but i still need a saying inside of the card. I don't want a poem. I want something that flows what to say. I know i should write something myself but it is really hard for me. so please help me on what to say. =]] more

Resolved Question: Daughter To Mother Poem Help??

so its my mums birthday soon and ive been looking on various websites trying to look for a nice poem but none of them seem good enough. so i was just wondering if anybody knew a really good website or a really sweet poem from a daughter to a mother. thanks in advance, vicky <3 more