Lozzamus
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:02pm
Yesterday 11:02pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 7: Mixed Blessings
School offered little respite - apart from the chance to play the piano in the main hall sometimes. Early on, I became locked in a cycle that usually began with someone teasing me and ended with me losing my temper. I would get frustrated and hurl objects around or rip the buttons off my shirt, largely because I didn’t have adequate skills to articulate frustration. During a needlework lesson towards the end of my first year, three boys in the class kept provoking me until I reached for a wooden item and hurled it at the window. Fortunately, the glass didn’t shatter.
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#childhood
#family
#memories
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paperstains
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:18pm
Yesterday 12:18pm
Shakshuka
Tomatoes bubbled gently
fragranced with warm spices
touch of chile, just enough garlic
scented familiarity drifted through the house
beckoning his old bones
to the kitchen
His aged heart recalled
mother making this meal often
before they emigrated
it was the first supper she prepared
in a new home
in a strange land
Sarah, his older sister
could make it almost the same
and she served it to comfort
when mother died too few years later
His wife's was different
yet still the taste of home
...
fragranced with warm spices
touch of chile, just enough garlic
scented familiarity drifted through the house
beckoning his old bones
to the kitchen
His aged heart recalled
mother making this meal often
before they emigrated
it was the first supper she prepared
in a new home
in a strange land
Sarah, his older sister
could make it almost the same
and she served it to comfort
when mother died too few years later
His wife's was different
yet still the taste of home
...
#family
#food
#narrative
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rubyredheart
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:53am
Yesterday 3:53am
Driving on Empty
The red light
Has been glaring bright
For awhile now
Through the night
As I drive the family
On this road of life
There’s so much need
“Mommy cuddles”
I hear him plead
Melts my heart
(With its red “empty” glow)
So I give
My listening ear
And wipe his tear
Burning with warmth
Vapors of love
Another boy cries,
“I always fall!
See the bruises?!”
So I give him my all
Lighting more drops
From the emptying tank
To light his day
Pouring my love
into his need.
...
Has been glaring bright
For awhile now
Through the night
As I drive the family
On this road of life
There’s so much need
“Mommy cuddles”
I hear him plead
Melts my heart
(With its red “empty” glow)
So I give
My listening ear
And wipe his tear
Burning with warmth
Vapors of love
Another boy cries,
“I always fall!
See the bruises?!”
So I give him my all
Lighting more drops
From the emptying tank
To light his day
Pouring my love
into his need.
...
#motherhood
#family
#LookingForLove
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rubyredheart
Poem Published
30th Jun 2022 10:26pm
30th Jun 2022 10:26pm
Beautiful
Rarely have I felt beautiful
Inside or out
Been thinking: maybe
I’m too critical.
So here’s beauty I see
In those close to me:
She’s beautiful
Her silver hair neatly rolled
Her work-worn arthritic hands
Blue veins showing through
Speckled age-spotted wrinkled skin
Beautiful hands!
She cares, wants to be kind and loving
She’s a doer
She’s a survivor
She’s a fighter
Frail and considerate
With hidden strength and determination
She’s beautiful
He’s beautiful
Neat brown hair
Brown...
Inside or out
Been thinking: maybe
I’m too critical.
So here’s beauty I see
In those close to me:
She’s beautiful
Her silver hair neatly rolled
Her work-worn arthritic hands
Blue veins showing through
Speckled age-spotted wrinkled skin
Beautiful hands!
She cares, wants to be kind and loving
She’s a doer
She’s a survivor
She’s a fighter
Frail and considerate
With hidden strength and determination
She’s beautiful
He’s beautiful
Neat brown hair
Brown...
#family
#identity
#beauty
45 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
30th Jun 2022 9:57pm
30th Jun 2022 9:57pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 6: Family Tension
The daily bus journeys to school were beginning to prove tiring, so my parents moved home, closer to the school. A couple of streets away from the new house stood the tallest factory chimney in Europe. Further on was a secluded muddy trail that weaved its way through playing fields, back onto the main road – ideal for walking the dog. The hill on the opposite side of the main road led up to a grass summit with a pylon visible from our backyard. In the other direction, a pathway rose up another hill with cottages set back from the lane, leading to several miles of fields and farms, hemmed in...
#childhood
#family
#misunderstood
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A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
29th Jun 2022 7:39pm
29th Jun 2022 7:39pm
Franclyn’s Lament
How do you feel attachment towards those around you? When the one’s you love talk about the evil in this world, you can’t help but be wounded. Of course, we’re not talking about you. But they are. Because of their hate, I feel no remorse. Only a will to get out.
#family
#LGBT
#fiction
#narrative
#misunderstood
18 reads
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SpurnedbyPack
Poem Published
29th Jun 2022 3:41pm
29th Jun 2022 3:41pm
Happily unhappy
Is it worth chasing our dreams if we hurt our loved ones?.
Is it worth achieving just one of our goals if we sacraficed everything?
We risk everything to become happier even though we already were.
I thought a good carrier and succes would make me happy but in truth, I had never been so lonely.
High salary, brand new furniture, Hi-Fi stereo. Chrysler 300C V6.
Fancy cloth and jewelry for the wife and kids.
I worked 85 hours per week because I believed the high income would unite us.
In truth I separated myself from my own family because I didn't give what...
Is it worth achieving just one of our goals if we sacraficed everything?
We risk everything to become happier even though we already were.
I thought a good carrier and succes would make me happy but in truth, I had never been so lonely.
High salary, brand new furniture, Hi-Fi stereo. Chrysler 300C V6.
Fancy cloth and jewelry for the wife and kids.
I worked 85 hours per week because I believed the high income would unite us.
In truth I separated myself from my own family because I didn't give what...
#loneliness
#family
#success
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
28th Jun 2022 8:21pm
28th Jun 2022 8:21pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 4: Bad Behaviour
Four years to your Barmitzvah,’ people would say upon asking my age. I’d turned nine - meaning I had four years to get ready. A Barmitzvah takes place when a Jewish boy reaches thirteen. It’s a sort of coming of age, a reading of the Torah in front of the community – a debut, for want of a better word. Some boys fear messing up, but that hardly ever happens.
Twice a week after school, and on Sundays mornings, my parents took Robin and I to Cheder classes. At Cheder, I learnt the Hebrew alphabet. I learnt that the word sefer meant book and that the word kelev meant dog. That a...
Twice a week after school, and on Sundays mornings, my parents took Robin and I to Cheder classes. At Cheder, I learnt the Hebrew alphabet. I learnt that the word sefer meant book and that the word kelev meant dog. That a...
#rejection
#childhood
#family #memories
#family #memories
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
28th Jun 2022 6:14am
28th Jun 2022 6:14am
Taming My Inner Puppy
my father is behind the wheel
grumbling
we're supposed to be going to the airport
dropping off our rental car
it's the end of our Heavenly Mountain vacation
but first
we have to go back to the resort
because a certain nine year old
insists on goodbye to her ski instructor
again
we can't go through this every year
dad grumbles
it's not normal
mom shushes him
she likes that i'm a sensitive and affectionate child
who falls in love with everyone
that summer i'm at sleepaway camp for...
grumbling
we're supposed to be going to the airport
dropping off our rental car
it's the end of our Heavenly Mountain vacation
but first
we have to go back to the resort
because a certain nine year old
insists on goodbye to her ski instructor
again
we can't go through this every year
dad grumbles
it's not normal
mom shushes him
she likes that i'm a sensitive and affectionate child
who falls in love with everyone
that summer i'm at sleepaway camp for...
#love
#childhood
#family
#identity
#LifeStruggles
47 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
27th Jun 2022 3:07am
27th Jun 2022 3:07am
A Child of Divorce
I’ve stopped begging for your love
because I no longer need it.
I’ve stopped trying to purchase your love
because I no longer want it.
Torn between the two of you,
I realise now that neither of you needed love.
That only I did, back when I was young,
and torn between you both.
because I no longer need it.
I’ve stopped trying to purchase your love
because I no longer want it.
Torn between the two of you,
I realise now that neither of you needed love.
That only I did, back when I was young,
and torn between you both.
#love
#parent
#childhood #family
#childhood #family
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Jun 2022 10:28pm
24th Jun 2022 10:28pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 3: Undercurrents Of Disquiet
A year or so passed. My older brother Brian started at a prestigious school, but my middle brother Robin and I struggled, both at school and at home. We had phobias. We’d hide when my mother used to the blender in the kitchen, running from the sound that filled the house with its frightening and echoing din. We had repetitive nightmares about ghosts, the same nightmare with similar characters.
In one dream, we found ourselves playing drums in a band that the ghosts had organised, and I remember the bedroom being obscured in some way – foggy perhaps, even though the light was on. ...
In one dream, we found ourselves playing drums in a band that the ghosts had organised, and I remember the bedroom being obscured in some way – foggy perhaps, even though the light was on. ...
#childhood
#family
#memories #misunderstood
#memories #misunderstood
53 reads
4 Comments
PiecesofEmotions
P.o.E
P.o.E
Bumped 24th Jun 2022 8:18pm
23rd Dec 2019 3:37pm
23rd Dec 2019 3:37pm
Better man
In all the years ive been alive'
Havent found the answers
or even how to ask the big man why,
is it where ive been,
could it be ive seen so much sin
And the heartach ive drug myself through.
Time after time, pain ontopof pain
After i almost gave up on everything.
Then he led me to you.
Ain it Funny
how a man can think hes got it all figured out, when really he knows nothing about
, the things you just cant see, until you see them on your own, or that you know hell until you been there all alone
...
Havent found the answers
or even how to ask the big man why,
is it where ive been,
could it be ive seen so much sin
And the heartach ive drug myself through.
Time after time, pain ontopof pain
After i almost gave up on everything.
Then he led me to you.
Ain it Funny
how a man can think hes got it all figured out, when really he knows nothing about
, the things you just cant see, until you see them on your own, or that you know hell until you been there all alone
...
#happiness
#family
#motivational #respect
#motivational #respect
424 reads
4 Comments
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