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axr Sep 2014
Der mom and dad,
This is an open letter to you
Finally, my actions have given me there fruit.
There are so many things which I cannot payback
Your love is something to which wealth will never match.
Remember back in '99?
You smiled when I cried.
The hospital authorities scared you when I was born
They said, soon I will be gone.
My lungs fought
despite their taunts.
Daddy finally found something to love more than his cigarettes
Till today, you've made sure I don't go hungry to bed.
I remember th early 2000s
When were pretty broke
Let it be anything,
Your refused to say no if I wanted more.
Hell, I was pretty demanding
Maybe I still am
But I take this opportunity to thank you for everything

Mom, thank you for giving me the X chromosome
I know I lose my temper often
But you're the sweetest person I'll ever know.
I remember
When you were against me getting tattoos
I told you it would be about the family
and you said "When you get it, I want to be there too."
If today anyone calls me pretty
it would be because of your genes
I didn't inherit them all
but I know when not to be mean.
I promise,one day I'll give the world to you
Make you lead the life which you wanted to.
We have nothing yet everything
You both are the only one who will understand these lines'  meaning

Hey there little sister
You're probably too young to read this letter
I love you more than anything else
You're my reason to live
and wait for this darkness to end
We can communicate with each through our minds
Just remember you'll always burn bright
I needed a moment to thank my family for everything. Here it is.
P for Poems Sep 2014
Its time to rhyme,
my time to shine.
Fame here I come,
dad raise up your thumb.
i hope your watching, i hope your proud,
i can see you clearly standing in that crowd.
daddy your boys grown,
but he still sees you on the phone.
just Listen to me please,
then Ill finally be at ease.
Dad are you watching and listening too?
listen to my song thats all about you.
I didnt finish this..
annvelope Sep 2014
You crave me the power of the night skies,
Thank you.
Olivia McCann Sep 2014
Forgotten Popsicle stick
Dominates in ashtray.
He broke it in half once
But it's been there a while.

He remembered.
Spending summer night.
Outside-
While his dad
Smoked in chains;
Wisps dusting
Humid air.

They just talked.
Cigarettes devoured,
Popsicles slurped
And bitten,
Even as sensitive
Teeth screamed,
Each left
Distinct tastes on the lips.

The ashtray began to crowd,
Butts piled high.
But he'd found a perch
For Popsicle stick
Stained blue.

But then his dad moved out.
And Popsicles
Soon turned to cigarettes,
That lone stick
Being one of the last.
Eventually he dumped the tray,
To get rid of his dad and
Make room for his own addiction.
Donna Bella Sep 2014
Daddy was ashamed
Of his little girl
He knew his little girl was all on the Internet
He knew his little girl nudes leaked
He left his little girl feeling all alone
And that little girl felt like she was alone
So baby girl ran away
Ran away from home because she wasn't loved, so she thought
She ran away to a wilderness so far away
No one else could get there
She ran away and went to heaven
Reagan Kulka Sep 2014
I'm trapped in a mental institute.
I've been here since birth.
Always screaming,
Always crying,
Always someone getting hurt.
Most patients call the man that causes the pain, doctor.
I call him *dad.
Maxine Robbins Sep 2014
Sometimes I like to think
That you just moved real far away
And that you got a job being a jeweler
At a different far away jewelry store
Because you hated working
For your father who never
Believed in you the right way
And that you just couldn’t drive
That silly old van hours to see us

And then I remember
I drive that van now
I have your guitars on your rack
In my room near the window
Eggay the cat is here
Not at your Fishtown Philadelphia house
I wear your ratty denim coat
To school to feel your embrace
When I cannot keep a smile on
I keep your bifocals locked up
In a display case with your
Memorial pamphlet
That says you were buried
On January twenty first
Of two thousand ten.

I do wonder on days like this
What you’ll say to me
When we see each other again
I wonder if your tears will be so real
Like they were when we had to leave
The vacation early because I ****** it up

I wish I could inhale your scent
Of cigarettes and beer and
Father

I wish I could remember what you sounded like
So crisp in my head
Yet the fear you caused absent in my nerves

I still remember every tattoo you had
Encompassing your whole body
In a beautiful mural
Like the ones we’d see
When you drove us from mother’s home
To yours

You had Julia in purple on your left shoulder
Overseeing the chinese dragon
That flew through the mountains and sunshine on your arm

Rayna’s name was inked underneath that same arm
And my name inked underneath the right
Mine sitting underneath another dragon
Sweeping through a thunderstorm

On your one leg was a blue diamond
A homage to your passion and your life
On the other was a daddy sea horse
With its two babies in tow

On your back was a few odd ones
Aliens smoking a joint in their ship
A heart made out of machinery
And knuckles punching someone’s teeth out

I remember being so proud
To have a daddy who was so
Unapologetically himself
Despite him being unapologetic
When he hurt people

And I am still proud to say
I am your daughter
Who is just as uniquely unapologetic
For who I am
As you were
Love you daddy
liz Sep 2014
This is a message to all the ones
who find themselves alone in
their rooms on a Friday night.

I know downstairs is not the same-
different rooms, different pains.
Believers saying this is a good life.
A good good good good life.

Sister is telling you you're
too young to understand-
that you don't know what you're saying.

Mommy and Daddy are separated
into different rooms and they're telling you:
"Baby, nothing is broken. Wipe away those tears."
Wipe it away. Fade away. Forget it.

They are Oblivion.
From the bottom to the roof,
brick by brick living in
Oblivion.
Don't be afraid of the truth. Let the truth be afraid of you.
Carly Bunch Sep 2014
I still don't believe the fact that you're gone.
I don't want to know that everyday that I wake up is another day without you.
That every time the moon rises and the sun sets you're not able to sit there with me and enjoy it.
That when it rains you're not there to play in it with me.
That when I hear yelling I don't have you to go to for comfort.
That when i am upset I don't have your shoulder to cry on.

I see those pictures of us and of you and of other people all smiling and happy and I can't help to be upset because I think of a time that was but never will be again.
I see the happiness in your eyes, I see the sun shining and there were no cloudy days.
I see everything being okay and it seems that was the only perfect time in this life and every other life, was when you were here.
Everybody was okay, even the people that didn't know you seemed to grow sadder and sadder once you were gone.
Nothing is the same anymore and nobody seems to understand why.
Death is a natural thing but it doesn't seem so natural when it comes to it happening to you.
You weren't supposed to go.
You were immortal.
You were a superhero, my superhero.
You saved me from the bad guys, the bad boyfriends, girlfriends, best friends.
From everybody.
But now you're gone, and I'm vulnerable.

I just want you back in this world, and not far away watching from above the clouds.
I want to know that no matter what happens to me I'll be okay because you're right by my side.
I need to feel your embrace again.
I want to go to the grocery store with you again.
I want to go camping and hiking and fishing and do all those things we used to do.

I want to know you're okay.
But I will never know that.
I need to be okay.
But I never will be.
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