I know a guy, never wanted a kid
But he loved his daughter so,
Much so that he was afraid to care for her,
Coddle her, and through the years he
Began to pull away
He blamed her mistakes on her mother,
It was easier that way
He didn't want to see her eyes when he shouted
He couldn't control his threats or his temper
And it made him feel good to get adoration,
No commitment, just a little fee
Did he really love the woman to whom he said,
"I love you more than my wife and child combined"?
Was it warmer than the isolation of sleeping alone in their bed
I know a guy, who never liked children
Even his own, but who would've known?
He never was with them.

I grew up with a girl
who had a free spirit
and a lovely personality

She adored her father greatly
But then one day
he up and left

She had lost one of the things
she had loved the most
and went on a search
to fill a hole

It started with kissing boys
and sipping beer
but spiraled downward

Soon she was
******* staragers
choking down pills
and not coming home on school nights

Her mom was too busy
to even notice her decay
She just looked the other way

I want to shed a tear
every time I see her
because I know
that isn't who she wanted to become

Dear Dad,
This is my first letter I've ever written out to you. I guess words run through my head everyday of all the things I wish I could scream at you. I don't know you. You don't know me. The last image I have of you is the time you set me up on the roof and told me about reality, I didn't know what you meant at the time and I still don't. I still dream about the overlook of where I was sitting and how your voice sounded when you talked passionately. Fast and sharp.
I heard your mom died, that's unfortunate. I shrugged when I heard the news because she was never really nice to me, she never talked to much at all for that matter. I remember your crazy sister also. She always had barbies and lollipops. I used to think they for me when I was younger but I know now that they weren't and she was just stuck in a childhood she never received.
It's really hard not having you around, or anyone around for that matter. Anyone who has tried to come in my life has only shown me what the strike of a hand feels and looks like compared to the fatherly image I have always wanted. I just decided to never let a man in because they all **** up. Girls do too I suppose. All relationships are ******. I like being alone anyway.
Mom talks about you sometimes and we constantly listen to your favorite songs. She misses you. I just personally hate you for picking such stupid things over me. Many people ******* do that and I only see your ******* eyes behind them. It's hard looking into the mirror because everyone says I look just like you. Act just like you. Talk just like you. *******. I hate being compared to your ******* being and you have left me with nothing.
I think after I finish writing this I will have a funeral and think of creative ways that you may have died oh-so-young, because when people ask what happened to my dad I can feel more confident about the answer "he's gone".

Sincerely,
The daughter who will never let you back in.

Flurries fell from the sky,
The day you were cindered,
Everything swept up,
into a blizzard.

Your 6ft2 box was
carried along,
By the men who did you
no wrong

Your casket a basket
In a shroud of frost,
For what did another life
cost?

Ushered inside,
By your mum and your dad,
for this was the last control over
you they had.

Shiny midnight cars, lined the roads,
Bowing their heads,
To their precious load.

My booted feet shuffled,
determined to not move,
I didn't want to see you carried,
Up the flue.

Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
What's another man,
Gone in the rust?

No dad, no hassle.
No parental battle.
I guess this should be a good thing.
It's not like it's ever bothered me.
Except that it has,
But depending when you ask,
It doesn't anymore.
I'm completely fine.
I'll continue my life.
Nothing, nothing has changed.
I've managed without,
So why would I need?
Why would I want?
But sometimes I can't make up my mind.
So I do nothing to it.
It's the only thing that's safe.
Because once you've done something,
There's no going back.
Why give it the chance to effect me?
I don't want you.
Don't want to know you.
You don't even want to know me.
You're not my dad,
Barely a father.
To be a dad you have to stick around,
But you were never there to begin with.
Other daughters and fathers bond,
But I wouldn't want to with you.
You're the wrong type of person anyway.
Even though, I've seen some of your Facebook posts.
One I found very ironic.
And too much time has gone since I was born.
I bet you don't know I'm fifteen.
You've probably forgotten about your unknown daughters.
And why wouldn't you?
Funny, you don't know I exist.
But this poem, I wrote about you.

You're ******* the marrow
From my brittle bones
Leaving decomposed white shells
Within the wilted flower that is me
But I forgive you
Once
Twice
Three hundred times over
I know you're struggling with porphyria
I know you're projecting your
"daddy issues" onto me
But if it hurt so badly when he left you,
Why do you subject me to the same pain?
Why did you want her but not me?
She is no princess and I am no peasant
I don't want you, not one bit
Life would be a breeze if you would have just left forever
Though I need you
You and I, we're more alike than I care to admit
We're both users
Searching for affection in enigmatic futures
Rather than addressing the wounds of broken childhoods
But in doing so,
We're breaking adulthood
Burning bridges we haven't yet walked
Extinguishing trails unblazed
Never exiting a situation unscathed

Dear Dad,

It's your special day,
Be whatever you like to be.
Celebrate this moment,
Which comes once in a year.

Let this day be sweet,
Full of happiness, enjoyment and joy.
Let this day be special to all of us.

Happy returns of the day!

My dad passed away and                                                                                        I was faraway at that time ...                                                                                   He was so dear to me ,but                                                                                      He left our world ....                                                                                                 I loved my dad ,but                                                                                                 He left alone ......................                                                                                       I felt alone when he had left                                                                                  Our world .....                                                                                                           My dad rests in his tomb and                                                                                    I always pray God for him .                                                                                ___________________­

Your DaD, ME.....  is simply an author, a writer ....
If there's smoke, there has to be fire.
But ,Your MoM....  She's unbelievably Amazing.
Everynight she leaves me twice as HIGHer, .... Than the other.
Like we been Blazing.

Our Love for each other grows daily,
Like it's Grazing ....
Shhhhh!!! Never let her know she's crazy... Curtain Raising.

Our seed with no sudden vision,
But we know you're gazing...
The product of Our love the other night.
God, we're praising ... You're Amazing.

Your MoM........ She's so Loving.  
See, What I know about my boo ,
And I know you'll love about her too.
Is that she's forgiving.
lols, she must be that beautiful,
because everytime i look at her,
it looks like she's blushing...
she doesn't want me to say it though,
she'll be saying, "you bluffin"

Baby we love you,
Wish we could take you into space to show you the world view.
But you'll get to see it too.
Your own way, now that's true.

Grow up to make us proud.
Ok Ok, now let's get this straighten out.
I'm not saying this to impress the crowd.
All I'm trying to say is,
"WE LOVE YOU CHILD"