Hello Creatives! How are we on this lovely Saturday? Did we all make it through Halloween with out being slayed by Vampire Hunters, Witch Hunters and Ogre Hunters? I sure hope so! Continue reading “Prompt Stomp Week 6”
Growing Up
Pink Bows and Pig tails Sandboxes and snails Remembering the little girl I once was. Without all the pressures of this tough stuff High school is way too rough I just want to grow up. Cleaning house and paying bills. Raising kids and popping pills. I wonder why I couldn't grow up. Coloring books with crayons Red, Blue and Green Should've been there to see what I've seen I was 5 then now I'm 7 I asked my Mommy "Is there a heaven" I remember it all clearly My mother on the ground Going into convulsions She was bleeding from the mouth Syringe in hand Who would've known I would be just like her Now my childhood is all a blur But what do I need to remember anyway I Love You Words Mom should've said. I was getting older day by day. I wish my mom was there to stay I was alone at this young age Couldn't really read nor turn the page My mom never really cared For the three children she beared I was the youngest and the only one who knew I would grow up knowing I wouldn't have won At seventeen I started not to care Everyone else had mothers Mine wasn't there She never hugged me And never showed me love My mom was a drug addict She only loved drugs As I lay down for eternal rest Finding heaven My only quest
Writing 201- Poetry – Dialogue/Concrete Poem. This is a dialogue poem of a little girl, then when she is in her teens and then a woman.
The Ballad of the Lazy Girl
Through the days of sleeping Laying in the bed. You cry and are a weeping She look almost dead Snoring and drooling all over the place Never know its was three in the morning Wake up with lines down her face A light in the corner looks boring Go back to bed and dream Snooze all day long Dream about peaches and cream And sing a little song It's been four days laying under the covers smelling like wet feet Crawl out of bed and get the shivers Finally out of bed and the sun looks so sweet.
Writing 201: Poetry - Ballad
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