Porcelain Marbles--Part 1/3:

My father was a busy man
He never had time for me--his daughter
Never found the time to remarry
I guess his work seemed to bury his past
A past full of hurt and pain
Something in which he dared not unbury
We scarcely came in contact
The walls of the big house
and the oversized door to his office
seemed unwelcoming and disapproving of me
This all played out true when he passed--
unexpectedly and from heartbreak
And with nothing in my pockets but fear, ignorance,
fourteen years of a broken heart,
And two porcelain green marbles,
I stepped out of home's threshold
and onto the streets of England--my new home
The next eight years of my life
consisted of regret, and searching
Searching for a purpose, searching for an answer
Searching for a reason to live
Searching for food, searching for shelter from the rain and cold
Searching for water to keep me alive...for what?
I didn't know why I kept myself alive
But I did, each day twirling my porcelain memories
in the palms of my filthy enlightened hands
Until one of my marbles slipped out of my palm
It began to roll slowly away from me
My memories began rolling with it
Determined to grasp my marble I chased it
As soon I was in imminent distance it ran...

The Truth about My Sister

I love you more than anything

Although we are separated by 1,100 miles

And 5 years apart

There’s no age and no distance

That can withdraw you from my heart

 

You will never fully understand

How much I adore you and your ways

Everything from your laugh, heartaches,

And millions of boy stories

That I happily listen to for hours on end

 I don’t care how long they take

 

My favorite thing is to stay up

On those late late nights

Whispering in disobedience

Since dad told us to go bed

I wish every night was like that

Nothing has been the same since

 

I never told you this

But I’m slightly jealous of your voice

Okay I lied, a LOT

It’s the beauty that it brings

The perfection of it all

Something that just cannot be bought

 

You’re gorgeous beyond measure

You can ask anybody around you

Not one will disagree with me

You have a perfect figure

Your hair is nothing but ravishing

Honestly, you’re as lovely as can be

 

I don’t know what it is

But for the longest time

I’ve felt like we’ve had an unyielding bond

Just between the two of us

That an age or distance barrier

Could ever despond

 

I’ve told you this one

And I’ll tell you this twice

You are my most inspiring model figure

I hope to become something like you

The way you take on life

With a bubbly attitude and a giggle

 

To end this poem about you

I just want to let you to know

I wrote this with ease it is quite apter

It came a little too naturally

And that I love you dearly

Sincerely, your baby sister<3

 

 

 

 

A Piece of Paper

A child's life is like a piece of paper
in which everybody leaves a mark
You can lead them into the light
or abandon them in the dark

You can teach them a harmony
that they'll sing all life long
or put in their craving hearts
the wrong love song

You can kiss and hug them
while you have the chance
or cripple them with hate
to the point that they cant stand

You can mark them any way
any of the above,
but all they really want
is a pencil that writes love