Black Poetry : Sundried Raisins....

[shaneak]

My sundried raisins don't taste good no more...
They ain't healthy no more...
I tried preserving my time...
my love for it needed my undivided attention....

But my Sundried Raisins just don't taste good no more....
I have tried reaching higher goals...
Exposing them to things they would never know...
I guess they have no more room to grow....

My Raisin striveled up to nothing...
And when i was trying to do something...
To preserve its Richness...
Let them bring out their glory....
But instead they were just too worried...
About the other Sundried Raisins...
So I yell out, "Hey I picked you!!! So What are you going to do? No one else is here knows and Proof to yourself is all you half to show."

But my Sundried Raisins just don't taste good anymore...
I'm ready to close the door...
My lids been open too long....
And the bad air has infused them...
Used them...abused them...
And i'm afraid they couldn't stand the rain...
They just couldn't take the pain.

My poor Sundried Raisins...
I pray that you will become fresh again...
And continue Glaisin....
As your new lives begin....

 

[wildflower7]

i like the flow
but i don't understand
what the sundried raisins are
children?
-7

 

[$$RICH$$]

RE~PLANT

IN OPEN FIELDS OF NEW BEINGS
AND WATCH THEM GROW TALL STRONG
AND SWEET..........TRUST ME.

 

[shaneak]

Well

Wildflower: Actually it is my cousin and my brother...boys growing up to be man. For me I feel personally that i have helped raise my brother even though we are only 3 years apart. We have always stuck by each other been their and his success give me peace then i know he won't have to turn to me or anyone...my cousin..his struggle is long and hard and unfortunately he is set with low expectations and not a high drive. I can't keep it up..for my own drive gets lowered and my focus becomes lost when working on another. My Sundried Raisins. Two people i love with all my heart in this GodForsaken world...basically that's what it is saying...and I ain't got a clue of what to do...other than to let them go and fly and see for themselves. I told them...You'll be here until you guys get your GED even if i have to pay for it. After that...My job is done. It will be your decision to reach for something better... I don't know why i've been rambling...i guess i got a lot on my mind. If it ain't one thing its another...

And Rich: I have thought about that statement you made and if you read my response to wildflower...I will plant them...and pray that they may GROW!!!! Thanks a Bunch!!!

 

[Hunter]

"Sundried Raisins"

that phrase caught my attention
Very soulful flow poet
And thank-you for supplying the background info...at wildlower's request

*raisin-ettes*