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the air is thick with sky
its heaviness settles over me
and there is no telling
where you end
and i begin
with just one step
careless
or careful
I could submerge into you
I dreamt I had a daughter.So pale and fragile she cameInto this world fighting.And with her tiny fist wrapped aroundMy pinkie finger,I could tell she would fight to stay in it.
Rare times, I think of you
Time goes by.
Less I long to see you
Days turned into months
Months turned into years
No longer do I shed tears
You seem to be okay.
I am okay too.
Just a Man
You may be just a man, but when you're before me
Your skin is marbled, your eyes are broken and jeweled
When you were just little
You would wander around the house
You would play dress up and barbies
Always as quiet as a mouse
Why celebrate a day as the Daughter's Day?
For me every day is a Daughter's Day
Can you imagine a home without a daughter?
A house becomes a home that has a daughter
If a home is the human body daughter is the heart
PAPA
I felt you weeping today. As you listen to the song
that life has given you to play....
The colors of the dayHave drifted away
From bright yellow, pale blue and pink.
Making a child and leaving her be
Is like digging a hole without planting the tree
We can see your idea
What you thought you might do
But then changed your mind so you can start something new
These hands.
These hands hold so much.
These hands can hold the world, a heart, the power.
So much counts on these hands, your hands, and yours.
Today I’m here and tomorrow you are not. Do you remember why we fought? You’re right, I’m wrong; you didn’t give it another thought. You stand firm and strong, your faith can’t be bought.
When I was young, each day was so incredibly filled with possibility.Each moment burst with fresh emotion so bright and furious that it burned out all feelings prior to it.
" You're too young to have a baby, you will never finish school,
Social life? Thats in the past.
Breastfeeding will consume and destroy you,
Your relationship will never last.
Please forgive what I say next,
but after you are gone
I will burn the memories of you at the stake
and choke on their smoke like the tobacco rings of your cigars.
You were the one who held my hand,
You scooped me up and protected me.
On nights that I could no longer stand,
You would hold me until my crying stopped.
They say the Apple doesn't fall far from the tree,
But I have tried so hard to just be free.
Trapped in the life that was killing me.
in May I cut
my hair as short
as I dared
and stood before
you with bared
neck. and then
suddenly
I didn't anymore resemble
the little girl who sat on your lap,
looking up,
My mother carried me around the same way she carried her purse;
Right by her side, hanging off her shoulder.
The only catch- you can't be emotionally available to a purse.
Mother
I hated to watch you while you stood
Back then, age 9, I knew what was going on.
Always falling for the man of sophistication and
Who she was dwindled away as the years went on,
I didn't really notice then she was gone,
She decieved me,
As her eyes crystalized and her words heated me,
I remember the little girl she used to be
in her bright tutus and soft-footed slippers.
She would stand on my feet as we waltzed,
which I couldn't do as well as I pretended.
Most girls know what its like
That feeling waiting for daddy to come home
Sitting by the door
Listening for the car door to slam
The footsteps and the keys in the door
Today I looked into the mirror my reflection couldn't be clearer
I saw the girl from the past teary eyed and oh so sad
messy hair like I just don't care dark circles hoping for a miracle
Ripple
September 10, 2018 ~ Monday
Daddy
Hello, you who held me when I was just a baby
To you, who watched me
Swathed and bottle fed me
Reflection
September 10, 2018 ~ Monday
Wake up one day
Staring into the face of someone I don’t recognize
Are those my eyes or hers
I meet a boy who gave my hope in my adolescent days
A few months passed and we eloped
Although he ended up treating me like a joke
A year went by and our daughter arrived
She is the clay that molded me.
A soul's travel that passed down from mother to daughter.
What is bad and what is good,
What depends and flows within the gray,
Values embedded in DNA.
Most people do not know how much WE look alike.
Our simple personalities
connecting
through the rough times.
eighteen years of seeing YOUrself in
You were in and out of my life for as long as I can remember
In a place, you might as well call home
Three walls, behind bars, all alone
You made friends whose names were pen and paper
The spider had crawled in from the depths of the unknown
The girl, seeing the creepy crawler, screamed to her bones
Oh, wait a minute! Amongst the shadows in the dark
Lies a man as strong as a shark
She wakes up in the early morning,
ready to face the day.
She takes up the mantle of momma bird,
something she does everyday.
I can't help but wonder of your thoughts
since you've journeyed so far.
Has it changed you; are you slow to anger,
slow to find fault? Judge with a softer heart?
I'm curious the things you've learned,
Sixteen years, eight months, & two-hundred twenty days.
Though it feels like time continues to fade away,
what you have taught me throughout my life always stay.
I was raised to keep my issues bottled
I live with a family where communication is a problem
Introverted pacifist, avoiding all confrontation
When I try to speak, I stutter, failing all articulation
His POV
There she was with her the back towards me,Sitting on a park bench, with earphones on.Listening to a song. Or talking to someone.Why should I care? She is free.
live in the moment and have some fun
you're blind, you're naive, you never listen
get crazy and wild; worry when you're done
mind's empty, heart's dull, but your soul glistens
My sight is now fading
these last words I write
To you my descendant
Your birth will bring light
For you are the crown that
completes my quest
Our name is not noble
but now I can rest
"Please stay with me, daddy!"
"Please don’t leave me!"
You were walking so fast.
Too fast for my little feet to keep up.
I have not met you in this physical lifetime,
Although I carried you with me for quite some time.
I would like to tell you about someone I admire before you reach your destination.
To my mother
I imagine that before my mother was a woman, she must have been a girl.
It's an odd thing, this imagining.
My mother was once an unfinished human,
Dear Unnamed,
I listen to "Over the Rainbow”
its tropical tunes carry my thoughts--
The backseat of our red station wagon
Well daughter, I'll tell you...
Your dreams are rivers
Calm, straight forward
Most of the time.
Sometimes you meet rapids,
Falling down hard like waterfalls,
Dreams are tricky things
Dear Dad,
I look back on the days
When you showed me all of your love
Showed me all of your care
When I thought you just acted tough
Always left your side fast
Dear Ma,
The eleventh of March
Nineteen seventy-nine
Baby born at this time
Little foot with an arch;
Her dark green eyes glistened
As she looked at her mom
Pat held her in her palm
Dear Future Daughter,
There are some things I need to tell you.
Listen carefully.
The first thing I need to tell you:
Lilith.
Your name.
To the woman who gave me my first breath
The one who carried my weight
The one who loved me without even seeing me
There's a knot in my throat when I try to tell you
What I felt went wrong
Dear Mom,
I notice you.
I notice the wrinkles that grew on your face,
the back pain when you walk up the stairs,
Dear Father,
I never meant to bother,
But I couldn't help but notice the piercing holler.
I never meant to bother,
But I couldn't help but notice you weren't acting proper.
I never meant to bother,
I almost told you the other day.
About 4 times to be exact.
It was on the tip of my tongue but for some reason, my teeth grit and pushed it back into my throat each and every time.
I can’t believe it’s almost been two years since I’ve seen your beautiful face.
We went through so much together over the years.
We saw many hardships, and we cried many tears.
My Daughter Dearest,
I hope your life has been different than mine
Without worry, misfortune, or grief
I hope love, joy, and you are entwined
I wish I could play a reel
And show you the footage that plays in my mind
That perfetly explains how I feel
Time after time
The film would star the pools "Stair Master"
You are a masterpiece;
Your smile soaks up the ink on the pictures
Produced by my camera, and I am at peace.
It shines brighter than the sun on a July afternoon
And then
I hear your laugh,
So you think I am a screw up. Do you know I get all A's? You told people I was a cutter. Do you know that made me insane? You'd mock the plumpness of my lips. Do you realize l felt insecure? You told people you'd never change. Do you realize your
To the person I tried to look up to,
Because of you
I learned the meaning of hate,
But not why you hated me.
Because of you,
To my future daughter,
I had hope to never have you,
but don't think of yourself as unloved or unwanted,
rather you are my miracle, my salvation.
The day you entered my life
I know we won’t have any strife
Our family: Dad, child, wife
But that is just a big fyffe
A lie just to give you hope
Daddy don’t need to elope
Because I love you
I want you to thrive, not die
Because I love you
I’ll shine my light on you, so you’re not in the darkness
Because I love you
I won’t let you fall behind, I’ll drag you to the finish line
Craig is a hurricane. He is a pernicious storm delivering nothing but havoc and destruction. This bipolar alcoholic is more destructive than most hurricanes the world has seen. He rips your emotions apart as a storm would do to a home.
Every time we communicateThere is no positivityThere's things that you put downThat I think are greatConversations are dullThey drain meWhile the fill you upTear me downWhile they bring you upShatter my heartWhile they toughen yours upI can't take
I remember you telling me,I was better off without you,that the world was better offwithout you. I remember how those conversations made my heart stopand turned my body to lead,weighing me down with fear. I remember riding in the car, my knuckles
Because I love you,
I set a table of love.
A table of perfect, abounding love
I lay this out for you.
I set the table
in my voicemails is where i keep you.
i have only listened twice,
for good reason,
because each time your voice echoes in my mind
it burns a whole in my heart
and weakens my body
and fills up my lungs.
I knew what she would be if I left her there,
In that house full of despair,
A broken doll full of fears,
With Mummy high and Daddy drunk,
In the beginning
A princess was born
To an almighty King
By his kingdom adorn
The kingdom lived harmoniously
Until the day of the fall
The people revolted
Denying the King’s call
She calls her own daughter,
a dellinkwent.
When her own daughter seems
like she's just a pigment
of her mother's imaginatioin
My dear little flower,
Bloom, keep on blooming,
And never stop.
For the rain will flood.
For the wind will break.
For the earth will crumble.
For the clouds will darken.
For the fire will burn.
Dear Daughter,
The strange man
who you called father
was only looking to bruise you at night
Dreadful Dreadful
In every cell
Dreadful Daughter
Lives in hell
Dreadful Dreadful
You cant tell
Dreadful Daughter
Fakes it well
Dreadful Dreadful
Hear her knell?
The awkward, quiet, concentrated air fills the morning
As the birds try to sing but only sound like sandpaper to my ringing ears
I sluggishly move the plush covers on top of me to the side
Father has become a forgotten word,
Lost in the back of my head.
Every now and then, he appears in her lips.
Every now and then, I get to hear what I missed.
This is for you Mother
I wish you were here today
I know you really would care for me
I know that you would feel my pain.
I know I would feel okay
If you would tell me everything would be okay.
The day you entered my life/ I know we won't have any strife/ Our family: Dad, child, wife/ But taht is just a big fyffe// A lie just to give you hope/ Daddy don't need to elope/So please baby don't go mope/My chance of love is a slope// Baby do n
Life was put into me and in an overtime instance, I was hooked.
Not one soul could take away the love I had for you.
Your smile. My smile. We internally matched. Were one. Whole.
I stagger through the gate and my daughter comes running,
“Daddy! Daddy!” she screams running into my waiting arms.
I lift her,
I throw her up in the air,
I see her flying,
I want to break her fall,
That bright day bursting with promise,
That bright morning beautified by golden sunrays,
When my heart is light,
When I walk with my head held high,
To me, that’s a good day.
Jasey Rae
My fingers have been scribbling the fine lead on my paper
Back and forth back and forth
In efforts to try and mold out the exact words from my brain
7 Days Later
I wore your clothes for the rest of the week,
even your baggy floral underwear.
I wore your bathrobe, hoping to be clean,
How did she get him?
How did her get her?
Why do we have to be related
Live under what they call a roof
I hail from a tribe of giants.
Men AND women each grand
In size and heart and mind.
Titans who built the world up
And gave it greatness.
I hail from a clan of giants.
Four brothers-
Awakened long before the sun has begun to rise;
A loyal servant of the people wipes the sleep from his eyes.
Peeking out the window to see the hazard of the day;
Today is her first birthday
On the twenty-first of May.
She looks beautiful on a 3x5,
But I’m a million miles away.
I’m a million miles away,
Just as that moment of bliss
Found first thing in the morning -
Before reality breaks over the mind -
Soothes closed eyes and
Barely stirring spirits,
So childhood comforts
Bones that know not what
Look, Mommy!
I grab the bleach blonde
Fake ponytail extension
From the Target shelf
And place it, like a crown,
atop my frizzy chestnut brown curls.
Mommy, can I have it please?
You didn't raised me
You left. Because I wasn't your problem
I gave you chance after chance when you came crawling back
But you were stubborn & pride was more important than your flesh and blood
You left me.
My mother is special.
That’s what they say
When they drag me away
From that shiny white room
And I ask if I may
All I need is the thought of her sweet smile.
Looking up at me new to this world,
Her sweet smile.
All gum no teeth just yet a smile so brand new,
Her sweet smile.
So much innocence and life to live,
You must never speak when spoken to,
speak when the words are on your lips.
You will find a way to make them listen.
Do not do things sometimes,
it should be always
or never, like
She is the war,
the carnage in my head,
who speaks with bullets of lead
and erects barbed wire fences.
I am the rain,
who settles down her rage
and drowns out the fight
My daughter comes to me when there is anything she needs.
Food to eat
Water to drink
Clothes, toys, diaper changes and everything in between.
It was love
At first site
So vulnerable
So resilient
So powerful
She has my eyes
She has his smile
She is rain
On parched earth
She has his wild temper
The Pew
Sitting in the pew at church you reached over and held my hand. When you did this HOPE is what I felt.
I don't need any one thing in this world,
I don't need a what, or a where, or a how.
What I need is a who and who I need is you.
For the 19 years of my life you have kept me going,
I heard the hurricane
Felt the air pressure change
Terrified for my crouching child
Holding her as tight as I could
Blocking her from danger
As my master cracks his whip
I heard the hurricane
Felt the air pressure change
Terrified for my crouching child
Holding her as tight as I could
Blocking her from danger
As my master cracks his whip
Where would I be
Without you, without me
Without breath, without death
Where would I be
If you hadn't said yes
If it had been a different day
Where would I be
Dear mom, I couldn’t tell you
All the times I’ve been upset
You shrink my laundry, eat my food
And get the floor all wet
The day I walked by you, I knew what a shame I had puzzled my piece into. Nothing but,"Don't look at me, look the other way" reluctantly ringing in the drums of my ears, echoing back vibrations of guilt, shame, and pitty that Mary herself
My mother was a white womanbut a woman, all the same.
For years, I never thought much of white womenIn fact, I didn’t think of them much.
SAD
IT Will BE
For A Father
TO Feel
For the
Death
OF
HIS Daughter
Who was HIS
“Precious Pearl”
IT would have
Been A very
To a star crossed miracle, to a creature of my own flesh, my gift from whatever the hell is looking out for me,
do not bury your head
I am...
I am my father's daughter
I am his patience, I am his kind spirit
I am his athlete, I am his social butterfly
I am my mother's daughter
I am her sensitivity, I am her best friend and she is mine
As the cool wind blew briskly through the barren forest a single head of fire bounced down t
I stood at the edge of the Heaven with my angel wings spread wide
And as I looked down upon Earth I wondered how I died.
I don't remember who I was, who I wanted to be or who I am now,
I am a mother
a wife
a veteran
an artist
a daughter
But none of those words really describe WHO I am.
When I am no longer
May my daughter be brilliantandBeautiful
10 times stronger
when I'm no longer
May she have knowledge and aspire to be wise
the ability and confidence to rise
when I am no longer
I am me
I am....
A sister, depended on and strong, caring for a brother who can't do as much as she.
I am....
A student, fighting for my future; a wrong turn here and there, but trying to make it somewhere.
It was there,
Always there.
In the long studio,
In the one room apartment,
In the new house,
In the green living room.
It was always there.
In the second spring
I know you love me, your love is true
But you have a funny way of expressing it,
And with that I haven’t figured out what to do.
Blue Betty,
can you hear me?
Twinkling Jingles,
are sinking in the sea.
Blue Betty,
can you feel me?
Lost in Atlantis
Osiris tell me how could this be?
Broken Neptune,
i remember it all: the time you laughed and ran after the ice cream truck for me because i left my shoes inside and locked us out of the house…the time we sat in the
Will you smile for me
little one?
Will you twirl around
in that tutu
I bought off Etsy?
Will you sing your lullaby
to me
so loud it wakes the cat
from her nap?
Who's wild and crazy
A girl who's set free
someone who listens but can talk to those in need
Eighteen years of backstage passes
Sleepless nights spent looking after the home
Faked smiles while out,
bottled tears while alone
There was a girl who dreamed to fly, She wanted to be great and leave her cage, They all said she couldn't and had to stay where it was safe, So one night she leaves,It's not as bright as it seemed,
The winds of October have come,
and blow off the calloused skin,
flaking to fallen leaves of red,
My beautiful little girl,
From the moment I knew you were,
I couldn’t think straight anymore.
To know that my soul had found
When I used to look in the mirror, I would see
A girl who struggled, but yet was sometimes pretty.
I struggled with my relationship with my family.
Although they clothed, fed, housed, and spoiled me,
If I ever have a daughter.
I would tell her that she will be okay even if
It seems that the world is ending.
I would tell her not to try and carry it on her shoulders
Or to give someone else a turn.
Things I want my daughter to know
- feel comfortable and confident going a day without makeup. A day when you have errands to run or have to stop into work for a bit.
Does it matter that I come from a poor family, or that I am bi-racial?
Does it matter that I went to private school, on tuition assistance?
im being asked what makes me tick?
being a single mom of one
a college student
a part worker
being an intern at 25?
no none of those things makes me tick
it makes me grow
i can feel his gaze on the back of my neck
his emotionless eyes burning holes through my back
i like to think he is filled with guilt and remorse that his daughter has given up on him
I woke up this morning,
Heard two voices in an argument.
When did things go this wrong?
Pretending to see, I cried silently.
When I made a decision of my own,
You said "no" and were soon gone.
They call me a gift
That when I was born i saved their life
That Nikolas has left
6 months after the tragedy
That I was born with a responsibility
That I should be a light
Here I am now,
Its 11:55 right now and i began to think to myself why?
Why me? Why now?
I work blood sweat an tears and do not know the reason why?
Why does she lie? Why now?
My hands get weak when i think of this situation,
How can we forget,
the endless times we cried because we were full of regret,
We never meant to say the things we said,
it was in the moment and we needed to clear our head,
intentially no,
The description of the To Be Heard Scholarship Slam asked the question of who I want my poetry to reach. The answer is simple, my daughter.
I feel as if we are a family of trees with no water
Slowly dying from being so dry and broken down
When is the sky going to be bright and yet full of darkness for a shower to bat us?
You are ungrateful
Lost in a world
Where alcohol is your therapist
And you hit your little girl
She cries when she touches
The bruise on her face
A soft and plush cheek
Cancer
The word wrapping around
you
like the tumor
that continues to move
sweeping melancholy through
the veins
To young ears such a
scary word
The worst thing about depression is, you don't care about anything.
I don't care if my father knows I hate him for all he has done
The tears, the tourtue.
You treat water better than your own blood.I might as well be mudAm I a disappointment to you?I don't feel our relationship is trueBirth certificate says your my motherBut seems like your just another
I just want to share this, with you
I just want you to get excited, with me
But every time I bring it up
Skepticism, written all over your face
Distrust, for unknown reasons.
Never have I known a love so strong
I did not now I needed you
I did not know I had been waiting on you for so long
From the day I first saw you
And every day then on
I held you and I loved you
She told me we were forever.
She told me she would never leave.
She even told me that we would stay together because I was tw baby with a mistaken name.
I saw a smuge of eyeliner
on her sunned, freckled cheek
I wish I didn't have to watch her shimmy
sighing hard
into her jeans
or smearing her lipstick
on a dry dark mouth
I have always felt sick, wounded, and worn.
I have been sick since the day that I was born.
My body became my own worst enemy
Constantly working so hard to kill me,
You don't want your child?
That's not your choice.
You made that.
How can you look at her face
And deny her?
She's your blood
Your legend.
What has the world come to?
Her face lights up.
She reaches down
to touch the face of the small bundle.
To think, that she had a part in creating this.
She smiles.
Gently, she wipes a tear from her eye.
My Dearest Isabella,
I am dead, but my words will live on.
One day, my book will find you,
In that book, are the pages of my life.
Those pages, represent memories I once had.
The pages contain words,
Beth & Natalie
No words strong enough in tragedy,
Loving you with every breath.
Forevermore, watching over us
Mother:
Shivering nights follow me as my stomach grows
I feel her inside me
I can picture her face, smile, personality
Worth such a huge future
But I couldn’t give it to her
The Love Song of Martha Alvarado “Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it.
Taylor
Talkative, weird, funny, cuddlier
Daughter of Jim and Tammy
Lover of Chinese, Pizza, Animals, and German Shepherds
Who feels happy around animals, and at Warped Tour
Sad at Funerals
Your ideas made me, desgined me.
The paper was my womb and the ink nourished me.
When i was ready, you P U S H H H H ED me.
out.
My spine showed my name. Given.
My cover reflected you.
The future is unknown to anyone.
All we can hope for is the best,
Until this short life is done.
Blue, brown, hazel eyes of all earthly guest
With time none a knowledge,
The other side blotches red.
Of what a dictatorship I observe
Grows a seed of harsh rule.
I watch tree branches die withered bark
As you’re attacked upon which I only hear.
From the break of day to nightfall
copious passengers:
overworked mothers,
college students,
gang members,
important business men,
with facial declarations that are impossible to conceal
Yeah, I'm white
Never Been in a fight
But my dream is to knock out some lights
Talkin' 'bout dreams,
one-a mine's to be free
Ya see, my parents lock me down with a key
Yo, little do you know about me
This is the story of tragedy immemorial.A tale of endless woe.I hope you'll learn from the mistakes.Made by two really quite bitter foes.
The sweet reverie of a little girl in a Cinderella dress
Does not hold a demise
For no person shall attempt to withhold her
She has imagination creativity innocence virtue
Let her twirl
Before my daughter, I didn't know what I wanted to be.
Now that she's born, I know exactly.
I want to be someone she can look up to.
I want to be someone she'll like to view.
So when she's older, I know she'll say,
Because of you I'm afraid.
Of THEM,
Your kind.
You left me.
ABANDONED me.
Without a care in the world.
They always felt bad for him.
How you weren't there for HIM
Surrounded.By familiar faces that guide me.Yet still, I am lost.
Confused.But not numb. I feel frightened by the disarming smiles.Betrayed by the broken promises.
Hurt by the distance.
Nueve meses me cargaste
Un dolor inexplicable al dar luz a mi existencia
Al estar en tu vientre siento el latido de tu corazón alimentándome con tu amor
Eres quien me da las fuerzas
Mi inspiración eres tú.
She tears into my heart and soul like fire. The words burned deep within a wounded heart. Deception's hold over a profound liar. My love and dreams singed and torn apart.
I move forward past the old memories.
Past the one with the angry glare.
And past the one who slouched or became irate when I cried,
And past the one who slurred his words.
A beautiful glance mothers havea look that warms, comforts and calms,Encourages and embraces you in difficult times.
Dear God,
Where were you?
Sincerely,
Daughter of an alcoholic narcissist.
Dear Father,
Where were you?
Sincerely,
Daughter of an alcoholic narcissist
Dear Mother,
My daughter,
I created you perfectly the way you are
Why are you trying to change that?
I made you blonde,
Not brunette,
I gave you blue eyes,
Not green
I hope you treat her right.
Like a real daddy should.
I hope you give her everything
Like a real daddy might.
This is your do over
To show you can be a good dad
I must’ve done something wrong
I had a dream last nightBut it wasn't an ordinary dreamIt was a nightmare on Sawyer StreetSo I decided to channel my epiphanies into this poemJust to change the world with my imaginary reality
Your skirt should be to your knees, but ankle-length is better. Your father is always right; you mustn’t challenge the man of God so don’t ask questions (in case you happen to speak).
Nerline!
Nothing more, nothing less
My name among other things pronounced at his lips' release
A petrified shiver down my spine
We are nothing more than strangers who
I have so much anger
Slumbering but easily awoken,
In my gut.
She fills me with a rage I’ve never known
I can’t control
It’s humiliating and all-consuming.
My mother is special kind of woman
She is no ordinary mother, for her ways
Her ways are different, they are unique
As she shows love in various ways
I’m thankful for having a mother like you,
If you weren’t my mommy I don’t know what I’d do.
Without you in my life I don’t know where I’d be,
You keep me smile beautiful for everyone to see.
Time went by so fast
Where does time go
10 months ago is a thing of the past
It doesn't seem that long ago
With every day she has continues to grow
She has changed so much
I say now, to the man who used to make my heart bleed,
I love you even more.
And when, those flooding tears stream,
I love you like before.
Because I’ve decided to break those wretched chains,
(poems go here) No matter what he tells you. .
The key to his heart is not locked in the space hanging between his legs.
Pick your head up little girl.
You should be meeting eye to eye,
Not penis to mouth.
Tainted words
Attempting to create a bleak truth of you
But my memory stays pure
Nothing they say
Can penetrate
How I remember
The way you took care of me
Treated me older than I was
The water was clean, the water was clear
The water was felt and fell over her
Through her hair and to the nape of her neck
It ran down her shoulders, onto her back
Clear, clean, and cold it crept to her soul
Would you be proud?
If you had never closed your eyes for the last time
and woke up to me now?
Would you be proud?
knowing I've made mistakes.
Maybe ones that make me ashamed.
But despite all that,
He doesn't know what the sunrise
looks like, He hasn't seen it in a while,
He rises in the afternoon, because
his nights are filled with fear and
gloom.
He doesn't know what the sunrise
looks like, He hasn't seen it in a while,
He rises in the afternoon, because
his nights are filled with fear and
gloom.
It seems as if it were just yesterday that I entered into this world
And was held in your arms for the first time
It was at that moment that a deep connection formed
And it was this from which a great friendship was born
Mind in pieces; never in peace
She can only breathe
Silence is a virtue
Since inside her mind
There are screams
Avalanches fall like dominoes
She is the only one who knows
She ran from the bus after school to meet you,
to have you pick her up and spin around.
Her giggles infected you and you finally set her down.
Mommy, why are my hands so small?
Why does everyone say I look like you when I don’t see it at all?
Why do you say I have ocean blue eyes
and run your hands through my hair when it’s nothing but dry?
I miss you,
My best friend,
The man who loved his little girl,
The hero she knew her dad was,
Daddy I miss you,
The weekends we spent together,
The things you taught me,
I miss you,
Am I still your little girl, Daddy,
Please tell me it's true.
I think I grew up too fast, Daddy,
Even though I didn't have a clue.
I tried to grow up for you, Daddy,
So you didn't have to try so hard.
With a traffic state of mind I can’t seem to find a friendly distraction to ease the pain of the twisting kaleidoscope known as my heart.
Daddy,
Your baby is grown.
But I'm still your little girl,
And that will never change.
You have no clue
How much you really mean to me.
I may not show,
But always know
That you're my hero,
My dad lifts my new electric blue Schwinn Mountain Bike onto his shoulders
and hauls it into the garage. He takes a wrench and adjusts the pipes
with the precision of a poet, pulling them to fit my height. I stretch
A father’s love
Is a hug you always cherish.
A father’s love
Is when he threatens your date at the door.
A father’s love
Is when he is always willing to listen,
Even when he does not understand.
when i was little you did your best 2 shelter me
it was a blessing & a curse
later on the real world had to street better me
you were always there for me the times that i grew
Her little hands grew big
As did her little feet
But her big big eyes
Her big expressive eyes
Remained.
And it saddened me
That the birdies
Would be lucky enough
To be looked at with
Vanilla cream curdles in blackberry tea;
I didn't know.
Dish soap suds, scented
With childhood and artificial lemon,
Sting my hands,
Chapped, graceless.
I shaved a sliver from my thumb with a paring knife
Through my eyes
Your see the fear and pain.
A very negative pain that could hurt for life,
With nothing more than hate for you.
How do you know for sure this isn't the last time you are going to hold me tight and let me dance on your feet?
"I love you bud. You make me proud!"
Oh, how I miss hearing those words aloud.
You had my back, you watched me grow,
And gave me all the love a daughter could know.
Is it too late to tell you
---I love you
Did you hear my screams
---I hate you!
Can I say we had good ole days?
---I needed you? I need you?
I don't know
Fuzzy, confused thoughts
Let him say goodbye
To his chickens
Before you grab
His favorite Phillips head
You have to find
The tiny screws
Hidden amongst his
Worn with age tattoos
You call me son.
I call you by name.
The things you have done
You should be ashamed.
You say you are a better man,
You want me to see.
My eyes are open
To the man who stands before me.
I've always thought myself my mother's daughter.
Our red-gold-brown hair glitters and waves.
Our curves hark back to her grandmother,
And it's because of her that I must pluck and shave.
Dear mom,
Thank you for your guidance
Thank you for your smiles
I am sorry for my defiance
But why won’t you let me go 1000 miles?
Such little hands
With little fingers
Such small feet
With little toes
Sandy loves to play outside
Sandy loves to sing as loud
as she can
Sandy loves to love things
She loves pink and dresses
I would like to know,
How you could handle in my shoes.
Their soles are worn down to my own heel,
And the sides have been torn apart.
Some what like silence shatters in a whisper.
When I grow up I will raise a beautiful baby girl
her smile will be so big that people will say she looks like her father
because her lips are just as cracked
You feel alone don't you?
Your heart is aching with an unbearable pain.
He hurt you. And he was the one you trusted most.
He broke that and you are mad and upset.
The best fairy tales all start the same, with once upon a time.
They ebb and flow. They twist and turn and sometimes even rhyme.
But maybe what makes them so special is not the stories themselves,
Dear Dad
It wasn’t supposed to be this way
I was supposed to hug you one more time
Be able to look at you face so long it was memorized
I should have been able to have your arms wrapped around me
A yell, a hit, a tear.
Sounds echo in my thoughts
Why am I ignorant? Why do I lie?
I dream; I don’t remember
Well it's nothing new,
Nothing to shake the rattles in the mind
I used to know the warm embrace she used to give.
I used to know the wrinkled face she used to have.
I used to know the tender kiss upon my cheek as I napped.
I used to know that beautiful high pitched laugh.
We always think of super heros
As saving lives and beating foes
They wear capes and uniforms and
Have the powers of storms