I don't write E-Book

John Tauriac

• Herausgeber: BooxAi
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

I Don’t Write 
Is a must read. There’s definitely something inside that will give you the necessary strand courage to keep moving forward. Pain doesn’t last forever.

Leseprobe

I DON’T WRITE

JOHN TAURIAC

John Tauriac

I Don’t Write

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Copyright © 2023 by John Tauriac

No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

Published by BooxAi

ISBN: 978-965-578-391-9

This book which I’ve put my heart into is dedicated to my most favorite person in the whole wide world, my daughter Malaia.

There’s not a single day that goes by that I don’t realize how much I love you. Having you is the reason that I continue to grow as a person and especially as a father.

This one is for you princess. Daddy loves you.

11 - 09 - 2012

CONTENTS

Untitled

Malaia

Winter Baby

Four Seasons

Disguised

Hers

Queasy

One

Why

Mean It

Love

I Got You

Dream first

Tijair

We Matter

Hope

Prevail

Team

Bored

Guilty

Life Equals Love

Believe

The Struggle

Bravery

Travel

Distance

Reasons

Man Dreams

Sulking

Distant

My Pillow

Lost

Reflecting

Queen

Fingers Crossed

Persevere

You

Destiny

Rumors

Daydreaming

Sad

King's Park

Procrastinating

Strive

Kids Lives Matter

Chemistry

Hello Black People

Never Know

Slacking

I Am So Happy

Peaceful

Committed

Who Am I

Communication

Strong

Opposites Attract

Unprivileged

2023

Africa

Done

Ellen

MALAIA

I dream of reality

when I can’t sleep at night:

head tucked under the sheets,

feeling darkened by the light.

I see sounds that are vivid,

I see sights that are bright,

drifted to the left

but chose to go right.

I feel distant at times

when love is near,

holding hands with the wind

and laughing with fear.

Awakened by joy

until it all disappears.

Missing my heart

wishing you were here.

WINTER BABY

How many fell today

I was sitting beneath it;

But they didn’t

fall my way.

Was I not listening

well enough?

Really didn’t hear

what it was what

they had to say.

Sad that they fell,

was anyone hurt?

No fears, no tears,

too late to cry anyway.

Besides,

who cares?

Didn’t even receive help

from the man

that was standing there,

discolored,

feeling troubled.

Not yourself.

It’s getting cold outside.

Not many days left.

Fall,

with winter approaching,

it’s hard not to notice

what everyone’s noticing:

yellow and brown

pasting the ground

all over.

Fall’s almost over,

hate that it’s getting colder.

Can’t stop from getting older.

Winter, baby.

FOUR SEASONS

The benefits of a smile:

“No worries,

place all of your problems

into the frown pile”.

Not for you, right?

I totally get it,

tomorrow isn’t promised,

it’s beneficial to forget it.

Or forgive it,

moving towards what isn’t,

isn’t really needed.

It’s hard enough succeeding.

The succeeded

last breath.

Breathing,

tired of being tired,

too much energy.