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Holden Craig Jul 2014
My mother's breath is tainted with alcohol
She's on my floor, sleeping away the dinner she refused to swallow
I try to forget she was never there, and remember how hollow
Her skinny love for me was, and I ate my way into her Hell
The first cigarette, the first drink, the first time I forgot to think
I was induced in her fairy tale, my morals wothout ink, to go on
I tried to slip away, grasp a hint of bliss
I did catch something, and that was a fish

Her name was Autumn
Her hands on my shoulders, mine on her hips
We were one glance away, and this time, it hit
An anchor she was, I left my dreaded life behind
I took her calloused hand, and she took mine
Our pasts weren't us, they were our luggage
We dropped it off far back, buried it, covered it
A pair of suicidal lovers, a kiss above the chin

I was pulled on a thread
Seven months of lies
She was a chameleon
No painful past of cries
She wasn't molested
Her mom wasn't at the end of the line
Her dad didn't abuse her
Now wasn't her time

She left me longing for another
Another Autumn, another lover
I didn't love her, I loved who I thought she was
I know I will see her again, when the leaves are dust
She is so sorry
Sorry I'm sad
She got to live the life
The life I never had

I yearn to forget the name of Autumn
Until the season leaves, fall from the pealing trees
I will lie in the lies of the baked brown leaves
Crumple them one by one, calming myself, forming ease
Chills form around my neck
The same spot my mother gripped my throat
It is so hard to love someone, who despises being loved
My mother, a liar, a man sitting above
Ryan Cripps Jul 2014
No Lights

I sit in my quiet room
Where no one can bother me.
Where I can't hear anything.
I can't hear any yelling, fighting, or screams.

in this room I write.
I write my life away.
I also dream in here.
I dream for better days.

At a young age.
No kid should see these fights.
That's why I sit in my closest.
Where I can't see anything.
Because there are no lights.
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ZL Jul 2014
It's not you,

it's me.

No, really it's my daddy,

whom I'll never see.

But seek anyways.

Long and painful, are my days.

Thanks for putting up,

with my little girl ways.

I must go now,

find love's destiny

in hopes I'll reach he

the ***** donor,

who wasn't man enough

to stick around for me.
Christina Apr 2014
Its days like these
That i wonder why
Girls are waiting
For that special guy.

They call him their prince
Because their king
Has been there since
Birth.

Their fathers are kings,
Waiting for them to grow
Waiting for them to realize these things
Their kings know.
I love my dad. He hasn't adopted me, but that wont change anything. Nothing like a fathers love.
Siye Jul 2014
10 years ago you smiled at me and
wished me a happy birthday.
my birthday is coming up and
i pray to hear your voice one more time but
you're not here.
17 years ago you
swore that you were gonna protect me
from the evils of this world but
you left me before the world started getting me down and
now i long for your touch and
winter days seem colder and
mom hasn't been the same.
I ******* haven't been the same.,
i pray to God that wherever you are you live with regret and
your wondering soul never gets to rest
cos my birthday is coming up and
you wont be around.
this is for my father who left me in this cruel world 10 years ago.
"No, please"
I wouldn't take it back
just stop it with all these scarring memories
I will not say I was wrong
my thoughts kept me going strong

it all got so bad,
I had a bad dad.
he had to go
to a different home, he didn't belong
his hands beat to a different kind of song

I was bad too
I had way too much drugs to abuse
I closed my eyes, I really did try.
they took it all away

daddy wouldn't listen
mama couldn't cope
next thing I know I'm taking my last ****
sent away. on a not-so sunny day

the sun didn't shine, it had no time
I was never sober, drugged with their pokers
Isn't that funny? I'm such a lonely joker
I can't fight this, I'm sick with their emptiness

it got so hard to breathe
I was drowning, and no one could see
I wasn't the real me.
I was dazed, and unhappy.
"So, what changed?"   "Me."
ln Jul 2014
And as I took a step back
And as I carved a hollow spot where you once belonged
And as I became an empty vessel
I had nothing left to say.

As the ruthless thunder smashes on the trees
On a rather cold yet blurry night
As the wild gusts of wind break the silence
Oh, such a shame it is
As the bullets ran through the roof
Of this creaky wooden hut

" Daddy, daddy I'm scared",
The little girl pleaded
" Close your eyes, little one",
Daddy didn't know what to say,
Or what to do
Or what would make them feel better
Or what would save their lives

Bang
Bang
Bang
The old man looked up to his little girl
And tears ran down his face

I'm sorry,
*I couldn't save you.
Effy Royle Jul 2014
hey dad.
how are you?
i miss you. a lot.
although you're just a text away, i still can't bring myself to carry through.
i hope she treats you well. and i hope those boys aren't ornery *******.

i sometimes think about the day at the st. louis children's mueseum.
it was happiness.
i think that's my reason.

i still haven't told you about it; the darkness, i mean
my darkness i should say
because i know about yours
maybe we can bond
since our biological bond isn't real

sometimes when i'm sad, i want to call you
but you're probably busy
or maybe you don't care
i don't know

i wanna tell you how i can't stop thinking about filling the emptiness and longing, with substances you've had issues with in the past
speaking of, you're drinking again.

i blame her whole-heartedly
although it pains me not to give the fault to myself for once,
i still will always blame her

did you know that when you got engaged, i wanted to jump off a cliff?
probably not.

do you know that i still sometimes feel like that?
but not just becasue of you.
mom is a factor and sonia and grandma and friends and boys
but you,
you were the one i never thought would make me feel so ******

it's cliche, i know
an other suicidal teen girl with daddy issues

i'm thinking about what would happen if i were to visit you in the fall
imagining her on your arm makes my heart feel stretch across the grand canyon of space that seperates your world and mine

someday i will tell you
everything
every feeling and thought and wrong-doings
i will say it all

dad, i miss you to the ******* moon and back
it's five in the moring and i'm thinking of the way you used to take care of our yard
you were just getting bad then
i was young
i didn't realize
please know i've grown into a woman
without you
i get it now
i'm imagining seeing you in september and you sugar coating the truth and me crying over a false reality
so please be honest with me if you want to be in my life
i run on truthfulness and cynical humor
and if you can't handle me
tell me
because i deserve the truth as much, if not more than you

i love you, ron.
and you will always be my father
no matter who comes in goes in my life
you will walk me down the aisle and we'll be happy
as happy as we were that day at the st. louis children's muesuem

i miss you so ******* much, dad
call me back as soon as you get this.
i hope you are doing well.
idk.
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