Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Domestic Love by Bo-Edward Lawrence

Domestic Love

How does it feel to be loved?
How does it feel to be loved by someone that loves without pain so silently engraved with it?
How does it feel to embrace a man and have his hands all over me and leave red love marks that don't show purple or blue. 
I once loved she mutters.

I once felt wanted

I want to be the girl you like, no! 
Not like Beyoncé !
I want to be the girl you love to the point you change your ways ! 
You surprise me like pop rocks I can't take the pain! You pop at your mouth until you pop mine until blood flows out.

We are in a hurtful marriage that has no white gowns and tuxitos 
Just me and you at the alter with boxing gloves but there is never a ring 💎


That night you stumbled in drunk 
I can smell the whiskey it never missed me I feel the pain before you even raise your fist to hit me!
You kill me emotionally! 
My eyes that swell like oversized acorns can heal!
My bruised legs that hurt when i walk can heal! 
My arms from holding you up all night will heal
But my heart and mind can never heal nor forget! 
I am broken
How do you heal bruises you cannot see? 

I use to use make up to be beautiful ! 
Now with these purple smudges I use make up to feel normal.

I try to see the good in him but the eye liner won't line up to the reality. 
I pat my face over and over and over to try to get grounded or some type of foundation 
I'm uneven to the point where I can't Contour these feelings 

I feel lonely
Everyday of the week that I breath
How do I move on

I left him but I feel like the puzzle pieces of my life are broken 
How do I move on

I see hatred gleaming in his golden eyes I seen them when I stare at the sunset no matter how much years ago it may be
How do I move on

When I take pictures 
I try to smile but I can't seem to feel happy and beautiful how do I move on

How do I move on 

I said how do I move on

In the desert of the heart tears do not touch the ground. 
in the winter of my heart my tears freeze against your fist
let me move on

-Domestic Violence is real, and affects many couples all around the world. STOP this cycle and don’t be afraid to speak out for the sake of yourself and your family.

-Bo-Edward Lawrence

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Friday, August 10, 2012

Inspiring Poem By Bo-Edward



In every eye there is a soul,
In every child's heart there is a dream.
And within every vain there is passion that blazes through
like water crashing, through mountains.
Filling rivers, even oceans
Ever so potent, sending notions,
To those butterflies that blaze your stomach when you get a little nervous.
See I have my heart wide open.
Because unconsciously it chases after dreams,
Dreams that those soul seeing eyes could never lay upon.
Or those hearts that can't beat the same melodies my heart beats,
Because happiness has its own music that it plays just for me.

In school I always hated history class because I loved kids more,
Maybe it's because history always dwelling on the past
And with every kid I met it was like taking a new fresh breath air of the future
You see I always believed happiness and inspiration was the same thing
Because as I inspire you, you inspire her and him, and they inspire them
Which eventually, suddenly happens to relocate back to me
I mean I just call that the life cycle

And as all these people become bellied up with all this happiness
They start to glow with positivity burning holes in the night sky
And if I was an alien sitting on those red velvet stones on mars looking down at earth
My antenna would go crazy because I wouldn't know the difference between earth and the sun

I want everyone who is listening to me to promise me something
As you know I'm trying to spread my inspiration!
And cover the Earth with it
So much inspiration
Not enough to drown you but enough to lift you off your feet
And just swim lightly because you will be swimming in my dreams
And promise me
That when you shoot for the stars, you shoot with your eyes closed
Because they say dreams only come true when your asleep,
that can’t be true.
because when your eyes are closed that's when your soul is awake.