Barbie

   Day 30 of Poetry Month. I was going to have my last poem a blackout poem from all my poems but since this is my last poem it'll have to wait. I hope you will check back and see what I have created for my Poetry Month 30 Poems in 30 Days Blackout Poem.

   A mouthful, I know. Anyway I wanted my last poem to be inspiring and uplifting. I hope that when you read this, those are the feelings that I bring out in you.

Barbie

Girls are being told

how to look,

how to feel,

what is wrong,

and what is real.

Perfection is a lie.

There. There.

Don't cry.

You are Beautiful.

You are Strong

You need to know

that You belong.

You are special

Someone unique

Don't let anyone

criticize

your physique. 

You are Smart

You are Kind

Don't let anyone

change

your mind.

You are

as you were

meant to be.

My Daughter's Blackout Poem

My daughter Erika decided she wanted to try this as well. This is her blackout poem. As of right now it has no title.

Drogo drove his stallion.

Bells in his braid rang as he rode.

It was dark.

He stopped besides a stream.

Drago stared at his face, empty of expression.

He sat there silently, like a river of darkness; so black, so thick.

The night air was chilly.

Blackout Poetry - Burning Desire

#GameOfThrones
This is my first blackout poem. I am in a poetry group on facebook No Direction Home ( artists always on the verge of becoming ) In this group I prompted everyone, who wanted to try blackout poetry, to do one from A Game of Thrones - A Song of Ice and Fire by George R R Martin page 74. I am super excited to see what the other members of the group have done. If they grant me their permission I will post their blackout poems here as well. This is the original page 74.

Here is my finished blackout poem.

Burning Desire

Blood of the dragon.

I am never afraid.

Dark, fragile, empty tears.

You wonder, perhaps one had known better.

Touched lightly.

Warmth, never expected from his eyes, lifted her.

A river of darkness, strangely unmoving.

His eyes averted hers

" No," he pulled her away.

The night air shivered.

My sister Candace has her's on her blog. Check it out here.

Liar

Your micro expressions give you away.
I see the truth, no matter what you say.
What is it you feel the need to hide?
I can't trust you, once you've lied.
So be honest, don't lie.
I pinky promise not to cry.


You did what?!
You're grounded!

Unconditional Love

Unconditional Love 

by: C.L. Miller

In perfect love and perfect trust

I will do all I must

To keep you safe and sound

From the dangers all around

To teach you how to talk

and teach you how to walk.

To kiss your fingers and your toes

and pick up all your clothes.

To brush the tears from off your face

and comfort you, with my embrace

I'll be here through thick and thin

Capturing every goofy grin.

Suicide

The subject matter itself is very gut wrenching for me. Hurts just to see the word. I always try to tell people, that by ending it all, they are robbing themselves of a better life. You are robbing yourself of the opportunity to have a better life. You are only taking yourself out of the equation, without the right mindset to think of the effect your death will have on others.The people you love. The people who love you.

Suicide 

by C.L. Miller

The word itself,

causes me great anguish. 

You see,

I've been where you are.

Grasping for a way,

to end the misery.

To take away

the pain and suffering.

Selfishly thinking

of only myself

Not thinking about

anyone else.

Not caring

the devastation

I'd be leaving behind.

Thankfully

that didn't happen.

I lived.

I almost robbed myself

of a better life.

Nothing ever

would have gotten better

ending it that way.

In the wrong state of mind

I hadn't realized

No one is ever

truly alone.

We only feel that way.

And as we all know,

feelings change.

Love

Love
Is only as strong
As the bond between two people.

No bond is stronger
Than a bond between a
Mother and her daughter.

No love is tougher
Than of those who suffer.
What keeps them going
Is forever in their knowing
That they have your love.
Even from up above.

None can compare
Between a girl
And her hair.

But the love we strive for
Is like fighting a war.
Fighting to get it.
Fighting to keep it.

Is it worth it?