Driving home from work
I passed an old man
In an old brown and tan Ford
And in that heartbeat I was
Sitting between you and my dad
Toot toot...
Still too little to see over the dash
Don't mess with my toot toot...
Sipping on the soda that Daddy said you couldn't buy me
You can have another woman...
And singing along with you and the radio while Daddy laughed at us
But don't mess with my toot toot...
How I miss you sometimes.
I hope that you know that I've never forgotten what you taught me...
Curiousity should be nurtured and fed...
Just because you don't understand something doesn't mean it isn't true...
The stars still shine just as brightly though hidden by the clouds...
Some of the worst people can become some of the best people if they have the right motivation...
And though blood is thicker than water, love is thicker than blood.
© 1991-2010 Samantha Greene
This blog is an outlet for all the poetry that rolls around in my mind. Most of it's sad (Sorry, that's how my brain works), some of it's disturbing (but don't worry, I'm perfectly sane...or so the voices tell me...muhahahaha) and occasionally you'll find some comments on my life or writing. So, pull up a chair; laugh with me, cry with me, rage with me, fly with me...
Showing posts with label youth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label youth. Show all posts
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Untitled
What fits we fought when we were young
With souls so pure and hearts so strong
We genuises in our naivete
We saw the world with such clarity
But chained within our selfish thoughts
We passed up wars we should have fought
And now become the mindless pawns
We were too righteous to look upon
© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene
With souls so pure and hearts so strong
We genuises in our naivete
We saw the world with such clarity
But chained within our selfish thoughts
We passed up wars we should have fought
And now become the mindless pawns
We were too righteous to look upon
© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Mon Pere
I just wondered if you
Had forgotten me.
You haven't called in
Quite a while.
Is your new family
That much better?
Doesn't it count
That I'm the only blood you have?
Doesn't it count
That I love you?
You don't reply to
My letters.
You don't answer
My phone calls.
Are you forgetting me?
Or ignoring me?
I don't guess it matters.
I'm used to being forgotten.
I just wish
You'd give me the courtesy
Of an excuse.
I guess you're too busy.
I wish I didn't care so much.
But I do love you.
And I miss you.
I wish you'd call.
© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene
Had forgotten me.
You haven't called in
Quite a while.
Is your new family
That much better?
Doesn't it count
That I'm the only blood you have?
Doesn't it count
That I love you?
You don't reply to
My letters.
You don't answer
My phone calls.
Are you forgetting me?
Or ignoring me?
I don't guess it matters.
I'm used to being forgotten.
I just wish
You'd give me the courtesy
Of an excuse.
I guess you're too busy.
I wish I didn't care so much.
But I do love you.
And I miss you.
I wish you'd call.
© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene
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