The Freeway

Homeless heart

2013-05-02T18:25:00.000-07:00

Her freezing toes, once bitten by the cold,
and the itchy scarf she had wrapped tightly around her neck,
made her feel that she was different than the business women that walked by everyday.

Her mousy, brown hair, that blew in the chilled wind,
and the dirty jeans she had slept in for weeks on the sidewalks of Manhattan,
made her feel like life was purposeless.

His subtle smile he gave her,
and the ten dollars he gave her as well,
made her realize that she was important again.
His visits everyday, the talks they had,
and the smiles that occurred,
made the cold wind warmer against their cheeks.

The home he bought for them,
and the love they shared,
made her stronger.

The family they raised, the homeless hearts they touched,
and the story they shared,
made more people like her believe that they were important too.

The Carpet

2013-05-02T17:52:00.000-07:00

These broken pieces, were a part of me once.
They now only lay on the floor, waiting for me to pick them up.
Never again.
The shattered bits of my life, scattered on the carpet,
they know my hatrid against them.
All of these memories, and the laughs I've made,
everything I once had, I have shed from my mind.
They have only led me to trouble,
now they are just useless debris.
I try to make it seem like they were never mine,
like they might've just fell from the ceiling.
They are not mine.
Atleast...not anymore.
One day, I will conquer these broken pieces, that were once mine.
The ones that are scattered on the carpet.
They will rise, and I will be free.

she.

2013-04-22T17:14:00.000-07:00

she seems so strong,

inside she is crumbling down more and more every day.

she stands so bravely,

the words she really wants to say will never come out.

she acts so open,

but her secrets make her who she truely is.

she looks so happy,

these smiles are just an act to cover up her feelings.

she is really all alone in this world,

the people in her life will never understand, even I.

she upon everyone else...is real.

she.

but...

2013-04-14T05:32:00.000-07:00

Never want to go home we say,
but never want to go far.
Afraid of what we'll be if we leave for good,
but afraid of what we'll be if we stay.
We crave the city lights,
but we are so used to the fields of wildflower,
and the bites on our legs.
The honey is sweet,
but we want it sweeter.
The grass is green,
but we want it greener.
Never want to go home we say,
but never want to go far.

Mother

2013-04-12T17:50:00.002-07:00

Mother,
all that you do contributes to the outcome of myself.
The good and the bad, makes me exactly who I am.
I thank God everyday for you.
Everyday, my senses make me think of you.
The sound of the coffee maker that I hear every morning
lets me know that your awake, along with the aroma that carries itself upstairs.
On the way to school, the music playing in the car and the slight dance moves you perform,
make me think, My mother is like no other. She's crazy...
I hear your voice calling for me, I hop off the bed and walk to the balcony,
and respond with a loud "Yeah?"
You soon tell me to come down the stairs,
I'm sure that the quick pitter-patter of my feet let you know I am coming.
By the end of the night we probably are laughing at a show, or a silly picture...
or me making a complete fool of myself with some awkward voice, dance or face.
By then its my bedtime, and I must go upstairs to rest, so we can repeat the process again.
But before I do, most of all, the kisses we give each other on our warm cheeks let me know,
I am loved.
-Daughter

Sister

2013-04-12T17:29:00.001-07:00

Sister so sober, she screams "savior!"
Sister so soulful, she swings, sways, sings.
Sister so serene, she still saves.
Sister so stupid, she smokes, steals.

sometimes...

2013-04-12T16:45:00.000-07:00

sometimes i lay

sleepless in the night, my eyes still beg to close

sometimes i sleep

still dreaming of you, and what you did

sometimes i hide

i do not trust in anything anymore

sometimes i am afraid

feeling the need to find some form of comfort

sometimes i scream

the rage that is in my heart is unbearable

sometimes i cry

i cannot deal with what i have become

sometimes i smile

to cover up the sadness that is too hard to take in

sometimes i laugh

the rush of happiness takes over in me

sometimes i dance

to be free and to convince myself that everything is alright

all the time i praise

no matter my emotion, no matter my faults, the Lord is always with me