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the world by Marie O Connor

9/25/2008

The world is a wonderful place. .
Thus acheived by the alcohol I taste.
For in reality its shit,
And he's just another twit. .
But what more can you do!!!

The world is a fabulous place,
Inspired by the human race,
Or so they like to think,
As lower they sink,
But however, no one cares.

The world is a magical place,
If you bear the right creed and race,
But you don't nor do I,
So together we'll try,
To pretend we give a shit.

The world is what you're told,
We are here to get old,
You are who you are,
Be your own star. . . .
Believe everything they tell you. .
But there is more than that,
Together we'll go far.

Sick And Tired by Marie O Connor

9/25/2008

I am sick of being alone,
I am tired of being in pain.
I'm sick of giving all my love,
And I'm tired of it being in vain.

I am sick of harbouring hatred,
I am tired of forcing a smile.
I'm sick of hearing 'I love you's;
I'm tired from wasting my time.

I am sick pf believing the lies,
And I'm tired from hearing them too.
I am sick of waking in the morning,
And tired that it's next to you.

The Foggy Dew by Marie O Connor

9/25/2008

This night is foggy,
This mood is dry,
Together, and apart,
So again I cry.

Pissed off and fed up,
All, yet not a thing,
No more sugar topping,
Coating the sorrow you bring.

Because thats what it is,
And thats how we are,
Never so close,
Yet . . . . .Ever so far.

My American Fridge by Marie O Connor

8/8/2008

What use are all these rooms?
If I'm the only one doth dwell?
What use are all these rooms?
Central heating like fires of hell!

What use are all these chairs?
If I'm the only one to sit?
What use are all these chairs?
Real leather does make me itch!

What use is my american fridge?
Which holds bare essentials for one?
What use is my american fridge?
ICE MAKER!! (Used it once)!

What use is my coffee maker?
Why bother to make a brew?
What use is my coffee maker?
A present that came from you!

What use is anything anyway?
Unless with someone you share?
What use is anything anyway?
When you're the only one thats there!

Eternal Kisses by Marie O Connor

7/31/2008

what effort would it have taken,
to write us a short little note?
Epressing how much you would miss us,
and stressing you loved us both.

Just to let us know,
that you always REALLY cared,
For all the time together,
the three of us did share.

Instead you left us nothing. .
As you thought of nowt but you.
Without even a one second pause,
For the torment we would go through.

Surely you spent time planning,
yet your plan was without a note.
One that would simply say:

"This is the last time I'll see you both!
The last time I'll ever pick up my coat.
But please, my dolls, do not despair,
I just do not have, anymore time here.
Know that I loved every minute spent with you,
My darling wife, and my daughter; age of two.
My life purpose was fulfiled- when I did see,
(my darling, my angel, my mini me- },
little Ellie, my sweetheart, turn a tender two,
And so sweet wife, my love. .
I must pass through.
Eternal Kisses,
sent to my two misses."

Could you have just put us first, for once?
Before you carried out your final deed,
Could you have thought about us, at all,
And the answers we will forever. . need.

Mind Your Everlasting by Marie O Connor

6/25/2008

My soul is alive again,
Reconciled with my heart, and my pen.
Theres joy oozing back into my life,
Overpowering the misery and the strife.
God, life is good when it all works in sync,
Once again happiness flows from my ink.
When your soul decides to cease,
It ravages your mind, like a ferocious beast.
Causing you to really go under,
Into a place with hailstones and thunder.
Into a place where there is no light,
You don't have the strength to continue the fight.
Because life isn't lived without a functioning soul,
One that is synchronised with you as a whole.
Your soul is your everything, it is your core,
Understanding that you will feel pure.
Happy and ready to face the world,
Excited by what you may be hurled.
Feed the appetite of your soul,
Send love from your heart so it wont get cold.
Mind it and nurture it so it thrives on,
For it will remain long after your gone.

This Broken Home Where Nothings Wrong by Marie O Connor

6/23/2008

I'll try again as you fall asleep,
I will not cry, I shall not weep.
I'm not unhappy, I'm just upset.
I'm trying hard not to make you stressed.

But you cause it, you do, all by yourself,
As quietly I take my book from my shelf.
I read it with an interest no longer held.
Like yours in me, my shame unveiled!

Ironic I know, and at our young age,
All sexual emotions, locked up, caged.
Lifes stresses weigh heavy upon us both,
So heavy in fact, that this poem I wrote. . .

For some kind of release, a sort of escape,
As at snoring mouth, again I gape.
So familiar you look while you lie there and dream,
I forget your smile though,as it would seem.

Cause I havent seen it in quite some time,
A frown is usually given, as I flash mine.
Goodnight my love, I'll pretend nothings wrong,
Alas in the morning. . I shall be gone.

He Heard My Plea by Marie O Connor

6/13/2008

My loved one did, as I wished he'd do,
He found the strength to pull us through.
He proclaimed his love thus restoring my faith,
Said he knew he loved me since our very first date.

He held my hand, as I'd prayed he would,
Said he'd grasp it forever, if only he could.
He painted our future with bright new colours,
And presented me, the most beautiful flowers.

He heard my heartfelt cry for affection,
He squeezed me tight, offered eternal protection.
He promised he'd be there as he had been before.
Leaving career pressures at our front door.

Bumping our relationship to priority one,
A thing which he had previously done.
Proving to me I had chose the right man,
Whom I'll stand by forever, whatever the plan.

Thank you God for hearing my prayer,
Giving back the man that had once been here.
Thank you sweetheart for opening your eyes,
And seeing what was there: undisguised.

Loved One. . Hear My Plea by Marie O Connor

6/12/2008

I cannot explain to you,
What it is I am going through,
Please just understand,
That I need you to hold my hand.

I can't tell you what to do,
The solution must come from you,
Please try hard to hear me,
I just need to have you near me.

I can't make you open your eyes,
And see my pain: undisguised,
Please remember what you know,
That I do still love you so.

Sometimes love though, isn't enough,
To pull through, the more difficult stuff,
Thats why I'm here, counting on you,
To figure this out, and get us through.

Go Figure? by Marie O Connor

5/26/2008

Life is really messed up now,
I don't know why and I don't know how.
I don't really care,
How we wound up here. . .
I just know that we did.

Where did you go,
You were both my summer and snow.
You're not anymore,
Like you were before. . .
Although you are still here.

But I am alone,
My warm heart met by stone.
Tender emotion goodbye,
I scream, sob and sigh. . .
And nobody seems to hear me.

My eyes and my heart are empty,
Although their supply was plenty.
No more can I give,
I'm drained, don't wanna live. . .
Yet I'm still here by your side?

Settle For Only TRUE Love by Marie O Connor

4/8/2008

The temperature is rising,
Pure emotion ; raw.
My blood is boiling over,
As I see your every flaw.

Imperfections always there,
I just could not see.
Blinded by my love,
This love that could not be.

My love ; unrequited,
Though you swear its not.
Life is easy for you this way,
May your soul eternally rot.

For my pain you inflicted,
For women hurting worldwide.
Its time to rise up fair ladies,
Do not listen to their lies.

Torn by Marie O Connor

4/11/2008

Why do I accept your love,
Though your heart is not its source.
Why do I return my love,
From my heart, with powerful force.

Am I but a fool,
To allow you treat me this way.
Is it my pure devotion,
That causes me to stay.

"For such a clever girl,
She really has no sense."
Is it now time I listened,
To the whispers at our fence.

Should I just give up,
Though I never was a quitter.
Or should I try some more,
All the while becoming bitter.

My mother always said,
"You must follow your heart."
But how, when it leads to you,
Who is tearing me apart?

Empty by Marie O Connor

3/8/2008

All that is left is an empty shell,
Of which was once a man.
I want to try and bring him back,
But I dont know that I can.

I watched him as he faded,
When I should have then jumped in,
Tried all I could to save him,
So his healing would begin.

I fear its now too late,
I've let it go too long,
How can you save someone,
That cant see anything wrong?

I hope he comes back soon,
Without him I am empty too.
I really dont know where to start,
But I know what I have to do.

For My Partners Son by Marie O Connor

3/4/2008

Life for sure is different now,
God sent to me an angel somehow.
He entrusted you, to my loving care,
So good times together, we could share.

You're far too young to understand,
How happy I feel when holding your hand,
To guide you safely across the road,
While in automatic parenting mode.

Although you are not my flesh and blood,
I am the one to fill your bath with suds,
I am the one that tucks you in at night,
And calls you for school when it becomes bright.

You have filled the void that was in my life,
You living here feels perfectly right.
I love you Aaron, more than this poem could ever tell,
I hope that forever with us you dwell.

Maybe when you're older, this you will read,
And know that I always loved you indeed.
Until then, I'll just keep on as I am,
Minding this angel, as was Gods plan.

Only He does know by Marie O Connor

3/23/2010

Only God does know,
If the decision I'm making is right.
And only He does know,
If the path I'm choosing will light

Up bright neon signs,
Showing me the rest of the way.
If today is the beginning,
Of the rest of my life,
And not just another day.

Only God does know,
If my broken heart will mend,
And only He does know,
How I'll cry for you my friend,

My lover, my entire life.
Oh the years I've wasted,
Just being your wife.

Eight Short Months by Marie O Connor

3/23/2010

Eight short months,
In this big, bad world,
And already you are my Queen.

The twenty-two years,
That went before,
It feels, had never been.

For every day,
You have been here,
I have owned a little treasure.

The many days,
That went before,
My life had lacked the pleasure.

Of knowing a love,
Unlike any other,
So beautiful and so true.

The innocence in your eyes,
At lifes every surprise.
Alexis, I love you.

Dont Shoot The Messenger by Marie O Connor

3/13/2008

I am but alone,
Inside this head.
A thing which I,
Did always dread.

No one understands...
Which I always knew.
But now this presumption,
In fact, is true!

They are all scared,
To know what I do. . .
Beware of your shadow,
He's coming for you.

Don't sleep at night,
Be alert by morn.
Contemplate the reason,
To which you were born.

I'm not insane,
I AM losing my mind.
To the others that warn you,
PLEASE be kind

My Wounded Soldier by Marie O Connor

3/11/2008

God knows, you've had your fair share,
Of misery, this weather.
I don't know what to say to you,
Or how to make it better.

With everything else that has happened,
And now you're landed with this.
You must feel like life is spiralling,
Into that dark abyss.

When you come across this poem,
You'll know I wrote it for you.
You'll know your worries are on my mind,
And I know that you'll pull through.

So you keep marching, my soldier,
Marching on, my number one.
You stay strong for the rest of us,
Just like you have always done.

A Bedtime Story For Aaron by Marie O Connor

3/10/2008

{To be read in a whisper}

Once upon a time, in the Land Of Nod,
There was this guy, his name was Todd.
Now Todd was tall, some said lanky,
But most of all, Tall Todd was cranky!

He moaned and groaned, and scolded all day,
He didn't want the little children to play.
"Fun is for fools" he would shout out loud,
"How dare you play there in a crowd!"
"Laughing and joking, and messing all day",
"You kids listen well to what I have to say!!"

One boy shrugged, "We don't understand!"
"Why are you now, such a cranky old man?!"
"Scolding us kids, for just having fun!"
"Tell us what bold things have we done?"

Tall Todd paused, and he felt quite sad,
He was just lonely, why be so mad?"
Tall Todd said "sorry", THEN CRACKED A SMILE!!
Something which he hadn't done in awhile!
Now the children can play, and play each day,
And Tall Todd isn't cranky, in any way! . . . .

And so they all lived happily ever after. . .

THE END.

For the love of my child by Marie O Connor

2/23/2010

Your innocent, beautiful, beautiful face.
Oblivious to whats about to take place.

Your life will be turned upside down.
But I need to get it the right way round.

God I love you.

And thank God you're here.
To help me along, to see things clear.

The bigger picture, what its all about.
Seeing the door, and knowing the way out.

Your beautiful, innocent, innocent face.
Oblivious to whats about to take place.