ninjananny

I know I am not the daughter you wanted But at least you got it right the second time My little sister found her place in your hearts But I feel I have never really found mine Why would you care to listen to your first born? When you have a fresh blank canvas to create All of those things that you wish I could have been Had I not developed such negative traits But those negative traits make me who I am And shouldn't you love me without condition? See my stubbornness as being strong minded And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen I know I am not the daughter you wanted I scowl but I still need your loving embrace Though you barely

So long as you furnish me with a window And a steel frame bed in a corner of a room I’ll endeavour to keep the pane transparent To give my eyes a crystal clear view of the moon Regardless of what phase you are going through Whether it be half, crescent, full, blue or new You have never once shown me your dark side But so many times I have shown mine to you But tranquillity can be seen on a clear night Tides roll through my veins as thoughts flood to my pen Of all the ancestors that have gone before me Who've had the same moon looking down over them So long as you furnish me with a window And a steel frame bed in a corner of a room Yo

Just because she is no longer in a cradle Does not mean that your baby wont fall And if you think that her smile means she is happy Then you don’t know your daughter at all On arriving home from school she runs up the stairs And locks herself away in her room It’s so easy to think that it’s just teenage angst That will pass in time and be gone soon Perhaps you assume that it is just boy trouble A romance that will soon be forgot Yes, maybe her problems are just a passing phase But then again what if they are not What if they’re deep rooted in the parental soil That you’ve been failing to cultivate As she grow

I was singing my heart out through all of the tears Like a bird chirping in sorrow through a waterfall All of my friends had long since taken to the sky And with my lungs full of air I sung out one last call I had spread my wings out as wide as they would go To show the world there was potential in me But I was never brave enough to take flight with them So was unable to become who I was meant to be Now I will sing my song to the world one last time In hope that someone just like me will hear my words May they echo over the mountains and the seas Until they meet someone’s ear and can be heard I want to inspire others to live their li

A summers day to warm my childhood memory The distant yet vicinal sun is about to set The sky has spent the day reminding me of life Where as the ground I lie on reminds me of death The green grass is growing through the thick brown soil But I reflect on how it’s constantly dying too I see each blade reaching to the sky for answers In the same way that you and I seem to do So taking this prompt from nature I raise my head And use my infant hand to bring shade to my face I see that the sun is falling behind the hills But up in the sky it has left behind a trace There is a rusty red glow high up above me So I look to my father and I as

I don’t like to keep blanking out the bad thoughts As this means missing out on whole days In fact weeks, months and years are passing me by Which tells me this is not just a phase But that’s not what my loved ones like to believe They tell me it’s my age and will soon pass Their turpentine optimism is misplaced As my future begins to fade like brass I don’t like to keep blanking out the bad days But of late I do not have much choice See anytime someone asks if I’m okay A tremble can be heard in my voice Somehow though I always keep it together Like a jigsaw laid out on a table But when I am alone I fall to pi

I skilfully avoid all of the questions About my fragile state of mind I wonder how anyone could locate me When I was never here to find Maybe I only exist in conversations Filled with the conceit of hindsight But it’s too late to drop the gun to the table With the bullets already in flight I skilfully avoid feelings of happiness It seems more of an effort to smile A shadow was permanently cast over me Just like the face of a sundial Maybe I only exist as a silhouette A vague outline that’s lost in time Is it too late for me to turn away from my woes And show my face to the sunshine?

Everything that my right hand has ever written Comes from the heart and mind of a boy that is cursed So from now on I’ll learn to write with my left hand In hope not expectation that this curse will be reversed And then I shall sit in front of an open fire Unflinching as each flame licks closer to my face Not close enough though so it could swallow me whole But just close enough so that it can have a taste Of the beads of regret in my perspiration That are forming and rolling down my furrowed brow From a wildfire mind that is now out of control Come thoughts that these damp morals fail to disallow Everything that my right hand has ev

I will open my curtains tonight Before I relinquish my bones to sleep So I can rise and shine with the sun At an incline that is not quite as steep And I will plan my daily routine So I am not required to interact With anyone or with anything Other than my path crossing black cat I am the ghost of your former love I am the spirit of your last best friend Remember when I said I need you Well I will not be needing you again Never forget I am someone's brother Never forget that I am someone's son Remember this when you throw your stones And you lash out with your wicked tongue

I have proof that love isn’t real And that fate means nothing Though I did feel my heart breaking So there must be something Maybe I’m alone in my thoughts That love’s worth fighting for Maybe I’m alone in my dreams Just as I was the night before Oh Lord, I don’t need no children Lord, I don’t need no wife Please take me now or leave me here To live out my lonely life I have proof that love isn’t real That souls are worth nothing But I felt my spirit leaving me While my life was ongoing Maybe I’m over sentimental And listen to poets too much Maybe I’ll believe in what I feel Not only w