Walking through the road of bones, on the way to Gulag, Sleep by the sleepers, till you are just leftovers. Making way for the ferrous wheels, mean machines, The Red Tsar is still a reverend, Sukhois fly by. Witness the northern winds, take a time lapse, Stare at the Kremlin, wonder what Putin's doing?
Deserts of different shades to the opposites, Unsaid and unclaimed they rule the north. The lost Soyuz men in the space, still a mystery, Few hundreds revolve with little hope and air. Uncle Sam's contender from time immemorial, Its a mystic land, Keeps you wondering of it.
To my mother, I am a garbage bag of old clothes A messy, dusty room That was empty for two years A vacant bed... An echo In a big yellow house That she never owned Alone Until now... To my mother I am a memory And that's where She likes to keep me A pretty little cardboard box Of old notes That she ties a ribbon around.
Mother, This garbage bag Of clothes That i had to replace Two years ago When you made me and daddy leave Makes me cry Because i am not the only one Who is a bag of old clothes No longer needed I have learned To no longer need you, Too And it isn't Fair.
mother.
Author: Redshift
0
Date: 07/04/2020
№ 1208956
My mother's empty bed
A place of safety? he wonders And i don't hesitate to answer. Well my mother's bed Something about it, i continue The way the comforter never attaches to the foot And the sheets wrinkle into folds of security The smell as i breathe deep into the pillows Unchanged no matter the location Makes my tears subside little by little Soaking up thoughts of regret And provides a feeling no human could give Well, besides my mother of course. A feeling of overwhelming safety, all in my mother's empty bed
Dear you, I miss you. The name of a spice that smells so sweetly in the spring Your name was so fitting.
Dear you, How are you? I live in my own pain that smells like a sewage plant You have nothing do with it You were always kind.
Dear you, How dare you be so kind? How dare you believe me The person who accused your son of being a child molester? Although, I never spoke poison Everything I said was true Why did you believe me?
Dear you, I had trouble believing myself. Knowing this happened I detached so eloquently from the event For seven years I formed an alter ego In which I could live comfortably
Dear you, Are you comfortable? I really do hope I didn't tear your family apart As I seem to be so privy at Why, just look at mine. I played a heavy hand in the way It's pretty fucked up
Dear you, You are the only person who didn't treat me like a fuck up When you had every reason to You never blamed me You apologized for him So why am I still holding onto this guilt? Why am I so ashamed to see you? Why am I so fearful? Because, even though you never blamed me I have always blamed myself.
Why do you hurt the only people who actually care about you? Are you too busy wallowing in self pity and misery To study the detailed mosaic of a daughter's sympathy? The brightly coloured tiles paint a picture for you only Yet you refuse to even acknowledge the art. In case you didn't notice: I was the one screaming through sobs and helplessly begging for him To stop, even though I knew you hit him first. I was the one trying to keep you alive when your skin sunk in And your bones stuck out and your wrists shook with weakness. I was the one holding your hand while you were praying to die. I was the one helping you clean the fragments of broken mirrors off the floor And I guess I should have known that trying to pick up the glass in your heart Would only leave me bloody and broken, too.
mother.
Author: Sag
0
Date: 05/04/2020
№ 1207529
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
I made a scroll at school Last week, It was for my mum, To thank her for the Loving things That she has already Done.
I stuck gold paper on My scroll With pink and silver Flowers, It was a never-ending Job That seemed to last for Hours!
My teacher said red Hearts were best To stick around the Edge, She was right; mum's Scroll looked great Displayed on our Window ledge.
On Sunday I got up, Excited To make mum Breakfast in bed, But dad said it was Too early So I read her my Scroll instead.
I read how I enjoy Her roast dinners, Her stories last thing At night, I read that she's Pretty and funny How I love her with All my might.
I could see that my Mum was crying, She was turning her Head away, So I gave her a huge Great squeezy hug And shouted: 'Happy Mother's Day! '
