Elie's Poetry Corner

I curse the thoughts I don't invite, which wander to my brain. I curse those feelings yet again, macabre or mundane. I curse the dreams I have at night, which make me toss and turn disturb my rest, mess up my head, and make my loins burn. I curse the fear that binds me, and treats me like its slave it lies about so many things, to keep me in its cave. It tells me who to talk to, and dictates where I go it tries to keep me ignorant, dispelling what I know. I curse a world that keeps you down, no matter how you try. Where most poor people work and work, and only just get by. It's hard to climb the ladder, if you've got a heavy load; The path to wealth is difficult, there's a boulder in the road. I curse the thought of hatred, bred in ignorance and fear which is passed down to the children, and lives another year. I curse every single thought of hate, which finds itself in me if I weren't bound by fear perhaps, I could fight this enemy.

I can kiss the boo-boo, but I can't heal the scar I can hug you when you're hurting, but that won't take away your pain. If you need a shoulder, Mine is always here. And if you need someone to talk to, I'll always lend my ear. If I could take your pain away, I'd bear it in a day, But even if my kindness, can soften all the blows Life will hurt you sometimes and I can't stop it. I try hard to protect you, to keep you safe from harm to feed you when you're hungry, keep you sheltered and warm. And when life gives you sorrow, I can feel it too. But I can't feel it for you, the one thing I can't do. Sometimes you'll feel a heartache that's difficult to bear. And when I see you hurting it hurts me deep inside. Let me heal the hurting, the only way I can. Maybe I can't understand what you feel inside, but let me try to comfort you, it's all that I can do.

"Without me there would be no you, you owe your life to me." Yes this is true, that without you I would not exist. But without them, there'd be no you and this is also true. Back generations unto the dawn of time we owe our lives to those who passed on to us their genes But just because I came to be and lived because of you, that does not mean I cannot have my own point of view. What I am, indeed it's true, that I owe to you, But who I am, that's my choice. I can choose the way I think and what I choose to say. And I can look for my own path that leads another way. I give you the thanks you're due, a couple times a year. But I must live my own life now even if you don't approve.

Mommy please tell me why -- Why do you fret? Why do you cry? Why is there screaming? I want it to stop Please stop the fighting. Isn't there something, that you could do? What will make it better? I get a little scared when, I begin to hear you and daddy fighting. I go into my room, and cover up my ears. Please don't fight. Daddy make it better, I know you can. She won't stay mad forever. Just don't hurt her, let her go. I'm really, really scared now. What is going on? Is this normal? Is this how parents act? Does everybody fight? I fight with my sister, maybe it is. Mommy please stop crying. It will be all right. I just want you to be together for two minutes And not fight.

Crying in the corner, fingering a knife, she wishes she knew how to be a better mom and wife. The laundry's in the hamper, waiting to be done, the kids are outside playing in the summer sun. The dishes on the counter are dirty as can be and dinner isn't ready at seven fifty-three. Toys are scattered on the floor in every single room and the kitchen floor looks as if it's never seen a broom. Her husband's in the shower cooling from the fight. He doesn't feel bad at all, because he knows he's right. He has a right to think, that she should do her part. He's unaware or doesn't care how bad his words can smart. As she pictures plunging, the knife into her heart The door bangs quickly open giving her a start She turns to see the one who, intrudes upon her space and there she sees her oldest a puzzled look upon his face. "Mommy please don't cry now. Whatever can be wrong? If you promise me a smile, I'll s...

Kiss me. Hold me close. Brush your rough fingers over my soft skin. Touch me. Give me goosebumps. Whisper naughty thoughts into my ears. Find me. Discover my secrets. Unfold the mystery that lies beneath my garments. Caress me. Take me to the top. Lead me to the pinnacle of earthly bliss. Then hold me. Let me hear your heart. When I feel your breathing slow and pulse decline Sleep with me. Let me lie in your embrace. And let me wake up in the morning to your face.

I think of all the words in me, that never will be said perhaps one day you'll read them all, after I am dead. One day when I'm underground, my body will decay and everyone will hear the words, I never got to say. All the individuals I never got to know, because I was too shy, to go up and say hello. Because I let myself believe I wasn't good enough Or thought they wouldn't like me and all that silly stuff. Or what I really think of you, but think you wouldn't like Or all the people that I want to tell to take a hike. Or all the words that came out wrong, or were misunderstood And all the friends I've lost that way, possibly for good. Or how sometimes it gets to me, that people think I'm odd Although I feel alien, like I grew from some pod. And that I want to be myself, but that I don't know why, what other people say and think, makes me want to cry. Or how sometimes I feel, that all I want is love then turn around and tell mysel...