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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.
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
I helped a friend
stumble to the bathroom
so he could puke,
held his head
so he threw up in the
toilet
and not everywhere else,
made sure he got
toothpaste on his teeth and gums
then led him to a couch
so he could lay with
a cute girl and cuddle
while I made bed
out of a chair
the next room over
evaporating like
the last puddle
of this storm
cold and wishing
I was him
snuggled up
and warm
.
.
.
Daniel Magner 2014
 Mar 2014 Jessica Pfeiffer
r
Smiles
 Mar 2014 Jessica Pfeiffer
r
I stopped fearing you
the day you started smiling at me.
Why?  No, not pride.
I swallowed that with whiskey
and spat it out time and again
many years ago. Stupidity?
I hope not. Maybe just a bit
of the lizard part of my brain,
but not the flight half.
I'm simply tired of running
and fighting seems like a
much better way to go.  So,
hello and welcome to my show.
Reap when you are ready.
I'll not weep.

r ~ 28Feb14
 Mar 2014 Jessica Pfeiffer
Q
Help
 Mar 2014 Jessica Pfeiffer
Q
Help me
Because I feel it on the edges of my mind
Help me
Because it's ripping, shredding, devouring my kind.
Help me
Because it's so close, always just a step behind.
Help me
Because it's only a short matter of time.

Help
I'm after myself,
Help
I'm a danger, evacuate!
Help
Preserve my mental health,
Help
I need to rehabilitate.

My problem is my brain
Oh ****, it hears me now
It's always searching for ways
To make someone bleed somehow.

I'm going ******* insane
Someone hold me down
And tie me up with chains
And make me settle down.

I don't know how to fix this
I'm losing my grip on myself
So to anyone who's reading:
I'm serious; please help.
Sooner or later
Everyone realises that
They can wipe
Their own tears
It was raining
One night
In a little girls heart
The torrent inconsolable
The storm did thunder part

It was raining
One night
And she didn't
Want it to stop
She liked the feel
Of the drops on her skin
When she began to sob

It was raining
One night
The water kept flowing
Down the cliff of her nose
Tides gently brewing

It was raining
One night
And you brought
A coat
And I'm still
The same little girl
Whom you saved
When she needed you
The most
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