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My father tucked me in
               and kissed me every night
My father stood up to my closet
               to banish any fright
My father’s voice boomed with pride
               As he sang me lullabies
My father made my coin disappear
              Right before my eyes
My father told me I was perfect
              And beautiful in every way
My father taught me how to throw a ball
              And read to me every day
My father kissed me that night he left
             And said to keep my smile large
My father tilted his helmet back
             And left dressed in camouflage
My father told me he’d be back
             To kiss me again in time
My father is an honest man
            But that will always be a lie
For the night that ended his
          Was the night that changed my life
All of the grief and misery
           Could not erase the fact I know
It might be unfair to think
But my father’s killer
            Is another daughter’s hero
Worried so much about making mistakes
Holding back don't want to be judged
Or talked about made a fool of
Give to others do good deeds never enough
Accused of being a cheater been nothing but loyal
Make in the world fear of failure
Not be held back over come obstacle
Doing what matters over wasting time
Dream big but not going too far
Gave up drinking sober living
So much contradiction from others
Dealing with hipocrites being noble and honest
Staying home write stay out trouble Friday night
So hard to be normal
living on a bubble walking egg shells
 Jan 2013 Maria Eskildsen
Chuck
A monster lurks inside of me
I try not to pet or feed it
It's best to hide and let it be
To be me, I guess I need it

My monster is honest and curt
It doesn't often try to bite
When it's fangs come out, it can hurt
It never retreats from a fight

Not all have beasts so mean and tough
I want to be loved, it not much
I want to be soft, it is rough
Maybe I'm mean and it's my crutch

I hurt loved ones, telling the truth
Friends and strangers can get bit too
My blunt, true ways have crushed the youth
My monster destroys more than you

I'd slay the monster if I could
It makes me weep, it makes me blue
I, of all people, think I should
I just want to be loved by you
This is a serious issue for me, but I love the juxtaposition when it's read like a children's poem.
I had
drowned in
those ocean currents
they call eyes.

Slipped away,
not a word outspoken.
Strangled with glacier hands,
fingertips of salt and
thunder cottoning my
eardrums.

You wanted to save me,
but I could not tell you
over the salt eroding
my throat,

that you were the one drowning me.

— The End —