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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.
Dear Josiah I'm sorry for what I did I thought I only had one choice, But it's my fault I didn't have a bigger voice. The times were fast and no one was there
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
“Don’t talk to me in that tone!” Yes, mother, I apologize for my insolent self.
"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
always attached. always broken. always searching.
I saw my mom cry her eyes out While I saw u sell your heart out.
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.
He pokes and prods me with his latex fingers.
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
Hot, sticky, and wet
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
Tell me daughter do you feel the loneliness you
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?
I constantly imagine what it will feel like to
For years I've been trying to reach out to you.
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,
In the middle of the night
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,
I wonder what it felt like
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 have a dad, but I don't have a fatherI am a child without a Father
She carried me within her for nine long months
My life has been hidden by a set of horizontal blinds.
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
Usually (8) hours of sleep should be enough-
Today marks one
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
“They will always be small.”
This is for the mother
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 don't remember much
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,
I had a dream,
My daughter when you sleep
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,
I hate you dad It’s not personal though
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
Where I’m From By Adriana Ortiz
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