Category Archives: poetry

Two

Random post. Came across this and I thought it was too cute.
Ever wonder why God gives us two?
A right hand to show the left what to do.
One ear to listen and one to hear
the problems of others,
their laughter and fears.
One eye to watch and one to behold
the beautiful treasure
that life has to hold.
One foot to travel and one to stand tall.
Two feet to land on if we should fall.
One man to stand by a woman’s side;
One woman to cherish being his bride.
The love between partners comes shining through
and that is the reason Goad has made two.

My Other Half

I was alone until you came along.
I remember how tickled I was by the way you said my name. And how you reached out to hug me. I realized that that could have been the start.
Someone had chosen to mend my broken heart.
When I am by you, hours turn to seconds and I wish goodbyes never had to happen.
I’d always thought that someone like you would never come.
But then here you are, sitting next to me, just holding my hand.
I really can’t remember the last time I felt like this. The last time I thought that everything was perfect.
I don’t know if you know this, but I wouldn’t be able to take it if someday you were gone.
Because in you, I know I’ve found my other half.

442

This be the verse.
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had,
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn,
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.

432

I’m not a perfect girl.

My hair doesn’t always stay in place and I spill things a lot.
I’m pretty clumsy and sometimes I have a broken heart.
My friends and I sometimes fight and maybe some days nothing goes right.
But when I think about it and take a step back,
I remember how amazing life truly is and that maybe. Just maybe.
I like being imperfect.

389

There’s a pain, in all this hiding.

There’s a sadness behind these lies.
In hiding, in secret,
I hope and I pray.
In hiding, in secret, I run.
I escape.