I was 12 years old
and I lost my home
my house was still there
but It didnt feel right
so I searched for my home
everywhere I could
whether it was at the bottom of a bottle
or the end of the filter
I hadnt slept for days
and eaten for more
because I knew those things
would just get in the way
so I stayed up past night and into the morning
looking for my home
but my home is gone
my home is gone
my home is gone
I just wish i knew where it is, so I could get some sleep

Hey dad
Do you remember me?
As a baby?
Do you remember me,
Remembering you?
As newborns typically don't do.
Smile laugh and reach for you.

I imagine the same reaction if
I were to see your face
This Father's Day.

The voice I posses is no greater than the rest
My mind's no better I can't take just any test
I cry with little things, laugh with the same
Surely to no one, greater I came

But to be adored by many is not what I intend
Just to be loved deeply by someone I depend
With his whole heart, his being, his soul
One who I could also love without control

We might not be as infinite as one until three
But our own infinity is enough, just enough for me
That love you gave, you gave it true
There's nothing more I could ask, just another chance to be with you

the fear of being content with life stems from
convincing yourself that as soon as things are
going well and you grin sheepishly at the people
you love,

that angry hand called depression pulls you back under
momentarily reminding you that
things falter and moods change

Dad,
       I know it's sort of a cliche, saying "words can not express how much I love you." but that is quite true. Although I rather think words COULD describe; the only problem is finding the words to do this justice. And you, of all people, know that I am not good with words. So I'll try this instead:
       You taught me how to ride a bike, you taught me how to use that pair of Heelys shoes so that I could ride for forever without stopping to get a running start. You [tried] to teach me how to ice-skate backwards, I do not have the best memory- but knowing me, that didn't end well. You taught me to love music, you showed me how music can communicate any emotion without a single word.
       There are something, however, that I do not remember you ever teaching me. I do not recall you ever sitting me down and talking to me about the person I should grow up to be. You never showed me a text book or took me to class to teach me how to be kind, or loving. But sometimes the best teachers, teach without ever meaning to. You taught me to be kind to everyone around me. You taught me how to talk to people in a way that shows confidence. You taught me how to stand up for myself, and what I believe in. You taught me that sometimes perseverance is key. You taught me how to love people past their faults. You taught me courage. It is true, these are all things that you did not sit me down to teach me, you simply taught me by being you. By example. You have always been the greatest example to me. That's the thing about kids, right? We're always watching and absorbing everything we see. I was so lucky to take in all that I did. I wouldn't be the person that I am today without your examples. For me, I know I will always use theses qualities. You helped set me up for a great life, and I intend on using every bit of knowledge and wisdom that you have given me throughout my 16, almost 17 years. I am so grateful for everything that you have done for me. You gave all three of your daughters the tools we need to live a successful and happy life. It just may take a little longer for some to realize this.. But I know you, you never lose faith in us. And that's more than I could ever ask for. I love you.
-Megs

closed eyes
white shadows
open mind
dark soul
what does it feel to be happy
what does it take to get there
i am tired of washed up feelings
drowning my mind
let me free
let me free
i scream and i scream
but no one hears me
so i open my eyes wide
narrow my mind and my vision
look at the dark shadow casted below my feet
and i walk out the room as if nothing happened
i am happy remember
i must keep telling myself that

Today marks another day that I woke up.
One more day I was able to smell the scent of fresh cut grass and early June.
      Where I was able to feel the gentle friction from these cotton sheets.
See the sun glistening through my blinds.
     Listen to the birds sing and my ceiling-fan hum a tune while all the air brushes down upon me in patterned strokes.
    Today marks another day where I am able to make sense of things.
Like the bold taste of coffee,
and a well-timed cigarette.