Orphan
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When I was a child, I made a wish.
It was a stupid wish.
I didn't wish to have powers or be a hero.
or even to be liked.
Though i didn't have any of those things either.
I had wished to be remembered.
I did not choose to lose you
To let you go violently into
That good night.
I did not choose for my heart to stop
When yours did
When paramedics covered you up
And stopped trying
TAAKA vodka, purple harleys, and cigarette rolling trays.
The smell of pancakes and pretty summer days, the littlest things
Are what triggers the replays
Of the horrific day
My daddy took his life away
You said I can go the distance, but then I think to myself, can I even make it past this barrier that stands sturdy before me. The one that blocks me off from society. What you don't see is your inability to crack open my minds door.
Once upon a time,
in a land far, far away
oh! How the church bells did chime,
the day this child was born to his parents dismay.
In the lonely darknessStands a kind, but hurt orphanShe goes by the name, LaurenHiding her tears with smilesWhile looking up at the night skyNoticing its the only beautiful thing...In her life
Consider the possibility that
Mother Nature could verbally convey what needs be.
Instructing us to split far from society
Furthermore, to take our own way
Directing us at all times
Born orphan
Moving from house to house, not knowing which you were born in.
They said you never made it to the hospital
The girl is so lost,
So hurt and so broken.
We don't see the cost,
Of the words left unspoken.
I would that we all,
Help this girl who is weak,
Stand up when she falls,
From childhood’s hour I was not the same
As others were; I did not play games
Sarah
She was born into an orphanage
Her reading disability is awful
Her emotionally traumatized brain can't help it
Her life spent without being wanted
Justin
Wishes he didn't have parents.
Pantoum: Orphan Wishes
1 She wished she knew who her parents were.
2 She knew only of those in the orphanage.
3 But their souls could not fill up her gap.
Once upon a time
Feeling all alone
I was plucked from my roots
Carried to a new place forced to call home
I am Lost
Travelling place to place
In search of a new mother
Maybe a dad
Three feet tall little gold curls, Sparkling blue eyes, alone as she twirls. Flowers falling from her hands. Tiny bare feet upon the sand. No one
She’s like a small orphan, searching,
Waiting, praying for a better future
As she balances on a creaking swing.
Watching the incoming family, clinging
I was born with ash-filled lungs,
and Mama kept some cigs in her panties.
She made me a plain dress once—
said it matched my face.
I never could understand,
why every whisper in town waft her name.
(This poem was written following the murder of my mother and the death of my father.
