Take me to oblivion
Set wounded spirits free
Allow me to soar above
The malevolent pitch sea
Take me to oblivion
To the place where we were
Too high for grief to touch
Before black secrets heard
Take me to oblivion
Back to where I belong
When my heart once soared
And I believed love songs
Take me to oblivion
To walk close hand-in-hand
Laughter rang through cold air
And wishes never end
Take me to oblivion
Far from abyss so deep
From where no breath can draw
Life to a heart to beat
Take me to oblivion
Where 'was finally free
To be happy and love
You and also me
Pamela N. Brown © 05/29/2012
Our words are what make us immortal. They live on while our bodies die, passed on throughout the ages. Saved forever for the world to hear and read. Our voices gone, no longer heard, but our words live on forever. ~Pammymcb~
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Disposable
Disposable are the things she no longer needs
All broken, tattered, and frayed
All used up empty shells of what they used to be
Representations of days long gone by
Disposable are the things she no longer needs
Old gems, poems, flowers gone dead
Promises given and taken through her lifetime
Representations of her love's last lie
Disposable are the things she no longer needs
Words ripping through her crushed soul
All wasted syllables do not mean the same thing
Representations of the pleads, dead eyes
Disposable are the things he no longer needs
She's broken, tattered, and frayed
A used up empty shell of what she used to be
Representation of a faithful wife.
Pamela N. Brown © 05/29/2012
All broken, tattered, and frayed
All used up empty shells of what they used to be
Representations of days long gone by
Disposable are the things she no longer needs
Old gems, poems, flowers gone dead
Promises given and taken through her lifetime
Representations of her love's last lie
Disposable are the things she no longer needs
Words ripping through her crushed soul
All wasted syllables do not mean the same thing
Representations of the pleads, dead eyes
Disposable are the things he no longer needs
She's broken, tattered, and frayed
A used up empty shell of what she used to be
Representation of a faithful wife.
Pamela N. Brown © 05/29/2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Summertime
The hot sun beats down on the hard, cracked ground. The smell of the fresh cut lawn drifts through the dry air. The laughter of children playing dances up toward the clear blue sky. The sweat beads upon her body as she watches her boys play. The hot pavement scalds her shoeless feet, so she quickly jerks them to her soft colorful towel. This is her favorite thing to do on a long summer day, and she smiles as the cool drops of water fall upon her smooth tan skin.
Mimosa
The leaves of the Mimosa open
Like outstretched arms
Welcoming the birth of a new sun
The sweet tropical fragrance
Of the blossoms dance across the air
Like the spores of a dandelion
Dancing in the wind
The limbs of the tree stretch
Toward the clear blue sky
Like an infant begging for attention
As the day comes to an end
The leaves close tightly
Like arms holding in the warmth
Of a long loving embrace
As if to dream of the brilliance
Of another long summer's day
Like outstretched arms
Welcoming the birth of a new sun
The sweet tropical fragrance
Of the blossoms dance across the air
Like the spores of a dandelion
Dancing in the wind
The limbs of the tree stretch
Toward the clear blue sky
Like an infant begging for attention
As the day comes to an end
The leaves close tightly
Like arms holding in the warmth
Of a long loving embrace
As if to dream of the brilliance
Of another long summer's day
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Remember Me
When times are rough
and life seems bleak,
you want to cry
and scared to speak,
just close your eyes,
remember me.
You can’t go on
and cannot sleep,
you feel so sick,
memories creep,
just look inside,
who do you see?
You want to leave
this fright’ning place,
and know you’ll lose
this life long race,
just take a breath,
and know you’re free.
So, don’t forget,
you're not alone,
you just have not
found your home,
and close your eyes,
remember me.
and life seems bleak,
you want to cry
and scared to speak,
just close your eyes,
remember me.
You can’t go on
and cannot sleep,
you feel so sick,
memories creep,
just look inside,
who do you see?
You want to leave
this fright’ning place,
and know you’ll lose
this life long race,
just take a breath,
and know you’re free.
So, don’t forget,
you're not alone,
you just have not
found your home,
and close your eyes,
remember me.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Happy Mother's Day
You gave me life
You gave me love
You gave me strength
You gave me joy
You taught me to live
You taught me to love
You taught me to be strong
You taught me joy
What you have done for me
Is your legacy
I carry your love, strength, and joy
In all I do
Because of you
I pass it own
Through my children and me
You feel pride
We are an extension of you
You will live on through us
This is your legacy
I love you
You gave me love
You gave me strength
You gave me joy
You taught me to live
You taught me to love
You taught me to be strong
You taught me joy
What you have done for me
Is your legacy
I carry your love, strength, and joy
In all I do
Because of you
I pass it own
Through my children and me
You feel pride
We are an extension of you
You will live on through us
This is your legacy
I love you
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Everything
To my family,
I am everything.
I am a healer, a nurse,
and a triage doctor.
I am a writer, a teacher,
and a tutor.
I am a caregiver, a therapist,
and a counselor.
I am a handyman, a veterinarian,
and a computer specialist.
I am specialized in providing
for my family’s needs.
I am a daughter, a friend,
a wife, and a mother.
But more than anything else,
I am an advocate for them all.
I am everything.
I am a healer, a nurse,
and a triage doctor.
I am a writer, a teacher,
and a tutor.
I am a caregiver, a therapist,
and a counselor.
I am a handyman, a veterinarian,
and a computer specialist.
I am specialized in providing
for my family’s needs.
I am a daughter, a friend,
a wife, and a mother.
But more than anything else,
I am an advocate for them all.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
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