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SheOfNeverland Mar 2014
I miss you
Daddy,
Where did you go?
On my first
Birthday
My gift from you was
A disappearing act.
I didn't know
That you were a
Magician,
Four years old,
You finally
Reappear.
You cram my brain
With Starry Wars
And Nightmares
Before Christmas.
You fill my belly with
Shell mac-n-cheese
And microwave soft pretzels.
And you inject my heart
With the hope
That this time you will
Stay.
I hate you
Daddy,
Gone again.
You've been practicing
Your magic
Tricks.
Not only can you
Vanish
But you can also
Brainwash
Little girls.
I cry myself to
Sleep
And wonder where it is you've gone
And why you left me
Here
And when you will
Reappear
This time.
I'm seventeen
And here you are
Again.
And when you let me down
I realize that you
Never knew
Magic.
You never were a
Magician.
You were just a
Man
That was
Lost
With a daughter
That you couldn't
Keep
And a life that you
Hated.
SheOfNeverland Mar 2014
Hello up there my darling cloud
You’re pregnant with my tears;
Darkness looming overhead
I’m blinded by my fears.
How is it that you stay afloat
You never leave my side;
Constant reminder of my pain
You’ve stripped me of my pride.
Cloud of mine why must you stay
I can’t believe my eyes;
The worse I feel the more you grow,
You’ve eclipsed the sunny skies.
Listen very close, my cloud
I will not tell you twice;
Leave me now and leave for good
Before I pay the final price.
If you aren’t gone before I wake
I swear this night’s my last;
I’ll never move ahead in life
If I can’t escape my past.
SheOfNeverland Mar 2014
That is...I smile when in reality
It's the last thing I want to do..
It means that when I feel like I want to die
When all I want to do is sit down and cry...
I put a sickening, stupid grin on my face
And make sure that it stays in place
For the world to see
That I really am
HAPPY
Even though I'm not...
So what I'm trying to say
Is each and every day
I cut and paste this ******* grin
In the space that lies above my chin
So that all the people that I see
Will shrug and think
She's finally
HAPPY
Even though I'm not...
SheOfNeverland Mar 2014
Sitting in my paper house
Looking through the walls
I hear the breaking dishes
And the candle as it falls.
Burning house on paper hill
Rush to douse the fire
We just sit and laugh and stare
Tickled with desire.
Looking at our house of cards
On the bedroom floor
Laughing as we seal the windows
And lock the only door.
Then we spark another flame
And set the home ablaze
Laughing at the fiery light
That captivates our gaze.
Running from our paper lives
Stretched out way too thin
Transparent are our many lies
Translucent is our skin.
Giddy little children playing
Stupid little games
We laugh and cry and scream aloud
As our life goes up in flames.
SheOfNeverland Mar 2014
I seem to have run out of words
The same phrases recycled;
I am a skipping record
Or someone's once favorite song
Placed on repeat until
No once can stand it anymore...
How can there be millions of words
And billions of combinations
Yet I seem to keep writing
The same poem
Over and over again
SheOfNeverland Mar 2014
I stare at my plate
Then I look at the clock
Counting down the seconds
Until it settles.
Up I jump
Eager as ever
Running to the little room
With the toilet inside.
Shaking hands find
The little button
At the back
Of my throat.
Into the porcelain ***
Goes my dinner
My hopes
And my health.
Down the drain
Is my meatloaf
My joy
And my life.
Sticky saliva forms a
Web on my fingers
Resembling the web of lies
I have made to cover this up.
Wipe away the tears
The snot
The bile
And do it again.
Over and over and over
Until the last piece is out
And I’m left numb
On the tiled floor.
Hair matted
Eyes bloodshot
Nose running
Throat burning.
Stumbling through the halls
Trying to make sense of it all
I just wanted to look perfect
Was that too much to ask?
There's no turning back...
SheOfNeverland Mar 2014
What is life but a series of events
One then another, then another
Set up on cue like dominos.

What is love but a roll of film
A series of beautiful pictures
Eventually ending abruptly.

What is truth but a piece of a puzzle
Nothing without the other pieces
One from each eye that knows the whole.

What is the future but a glimpse of the past
My favorite song on repeat
Old and true and nothing new.

What is death but a stepping stone
A portal from this world to the next
With a dreary connoisseur, the Reaper.

What is life...but a dream.
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