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Dinner with a pair of pajama's Here is my tow, the image of sincerity Is meant to be, a looking and little more when A shadow has become my inheritance, for curiosity Lips I never saw, accept me in a craving Time is a worried heart, to lend a dramatic yet Play the part of a speed, for my special stare saving So in more, and so in form; the smile I offer is met? Live well, and *** is my best friend Let me peek one more time, this one is a mightier word Sakes and tools of worthier trades, know me for a sin... Terror in my belly has said hi, to a shyer wry than the world Look and seek, the through of an adored two, I made With the help of a secret friend, and the smile of you Life has become a notorious care in the palm of a grace Here, here, here; spare smiles and actual space for a risks clue Hey, anarchy... When I stare at a green daydream, with the eyes of a stir Many cooler minds go by, and the wink of charity Where a smiles belongs, but there is no way to share? A friend has a smile in the smile of another Saying the obvious, will serve me a droning muses won Looking hard for another friend, the order of things is quite a bother This friend of mine is you, when the little bird flies into the sun... Reality stinks... When I am here to wish, on a star that watched The little bird catch the fly, in the rhyme and reason it thinks Is my silence, but only when you admit a voice has talked...
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May 11
May 11, 2026 at 1:52 AM UTC
Adopted Children Sometimes Eat Chicken, To Be Nice?
I jumped through the hoops, Took the classes, I did everything. I trusted you, "Oh, you're brilliant," "Nothing bad will happen," "You'll keep her." What a lie. You took her, You stole my smile. They raised her, You stripped my will. They love her. That made me happy. She should have my love, though, Like she has my eyes. She should be just like me, But she's a mini them. I yearn to cease, I plead for death, I beg this to stop. I want to be: Deep in the dirt, Empty lunged, Stilled body, Dead. I want to not live in this pain. I want the best for her; That's not me. I am not the best, I am not brilliant, I am not a mother. I am a bystander in her life, Watching from afar. I lost her. How can I want to survive? When I feel nothing, How do I live? When I forfeited a part of me. So fake it 'til we make it. Let's perform, Put on one hell of a show. Keep pretending.
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Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 8:47 AM UTC
The System
They are mine, but they are not mine. They have my eyes, but they sparkle unlike mine. They have my smile, but it lights up the world and mine doesn't. They have my cheeks, full of so much colour and life. They have my face, but it is not mine. She is loud. She is opinionated and fierce, Tracing the spines of dinosaurs I never taught her to name. The wit that sparks from her tongue, The amazing giggle that rings through a hallway I’ve never walked- That music was composed by other hands. Those jokes were born in a house where I am a shadow. She carries my blood, but their habits. She carries my features, but their heart. So if she looks like me, But speaks like them; If she has my ghost, But their life... How can I call her mine?
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Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 6:56 PM UTC
Not mine
I’m jealous of who I used to be   Ignorant to the truth of my existence, Weightless, Untouched by the damage Of choices that I couldn’t consent to, Not yet tied to the strings  of a past that I had no part in   Wondering who you were Believing there was a better reason Because hope hurt less That knowing you chose to say no.   Unwanted, You let me go.  But sometimes I wish I didn’t know.   I’m jealous of who I used to be   Before the lies came to light. Before I learned  My father lived a whole life With no knowledge of me   Before I knew The pieces I was missing Had names, faces Younger siblings I never got to see grow.   I felt complete before I knew, Ignorance is a kind of mercy, Undisturbed, by the decisions that shaped my life Without ever being agreed to by me.      I love who I am now.   Mature enough to rationalize That the truth hurts, But it does not own me   Secure, Chosen, loved by a family Who said yes everyday.   Raised to love  with my whole heart. Never questioning Where I belonged.   I live with this truth now. Capable, Of allowing myself to be loved, And loving in return   I love who I am now   Not born from love But grown inside of it.   Nurtured by people  who love endlessly. Who filled space with care Instead of absence   Even knowing  I was a mistake to you I am comforted, By the truth That I was never a mistake to them.   I was lost for a while, But my family knew where to find me. And I know now Without a doubt Where I belong.
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 8:43 PM UTC
Im jealous of who I used to be
I’m jealous of who I used to be   Ignorant to the truth of my existence, Weightless, Untouched by the damage Of choices that I couldn’t consent to, Not yet tied to the strings  of a past that I had no part in   Wondering who you were Believing there was a better reason Because hope hurt less That knowing you chose to say no.   Unwanted, You let me go.  But sometimes I wish I didn’t know.   I’m jealous of who I used to be   Before the lies came to light. Before I learned  My father lived a whole life With no knowledge of me   Before I knew The pieces I was missing Had names, faces Younger siblings I never got to see grow.   I felt complete before I knew, Ignorance is a kind of mercy, Undisturbed, by the decisions that shaped my life Without ever being agreed to by me.      I love who I am now.   Mature enough to rationalize That the truth hurts, But it does not own me   Secure, Chosen, loved by a family Who said yes everyday.   Raised to love  with my whole heart. Never questioning Where I belonged.   I live with this truth now. Capable, Of allowing myself to be loved, And loving in return   I love who I am now   Not born from love But grown inside of it.   Nurtured by people  who love endlessly. Who filled space with care Instead of absence   Even knowing  I was a mistake to you I am comforted, By the truth That I was never a mistake to them.   I was lost for a while, But my family knew where to find me. And I know now Without a doubt Where I belong.
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I am from a loneliness That I no longer claim. I am from a gift of God— Call it luck if you want, the kind Of luck that saves, and ever since that Ripe-old age of one I say I am from Colorado. I am from a father that couldn’t stay. I am from a mother who couldn’t. But they are not important. To miss them, they’d have to be real to me, Not Goldilocks, not Cinderella, not Little Red Riding Hood— Not a fairy tale. No, the important part is this: I am from two parents who went through hell and Prayed to God that they could do better, and did. I am from two parents who did their best, But their best was not always good enough. I am from two parents with worn-down, stomped-on hearts And still they kept on beating. And still they kept on beating. Everything came down to this— Everything came down to me. But I am not a Lego flower built of blocks, Generations of too-bright, too-wide, too-tight smiles Meanwhile both hands in a bear trap. No, I am a flower grown up from the dirt. I am the blood rushing through me every time I put Pen to paper. I am stubborn softness, smart and stupid, everything and nothing. I am what I longed to be and what I feared becoming. I am an ocean, the deep blue fading to dark. I am an open book written in code. But I hope one day, dear God, I hope That one day I’ll be brave. One day I’ll stand on solid ground And find a hill worth dying on. I want a home with a willow tree, A house built in the branches. I want two kids to chase around, walls Filled with laughter and messes and warmth. And God, I want to hear my footsteps On the floor of a courthouse, briefcase in hand. I want to be something, I want to be someone And heaven knows that is what I will be. A mind like a mess, just a tangle of thoughts, I am everything that I ever loved, lived, and lost.
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Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
I Am From
I am from a loneliness That I no longer claim. I am from a gift of God— Call it luck if you want, the kind Of luck that saves, and ever since that Ripe-old age of one I say I am from Colorado. I am from a father that couldn’t stay. I am from a mother who couldn’t. But they are not important. To miss them, they’d have to be real to me, Not Goldilocks, not Cinderella, not Little Red Riding Hood— Not a fairy tale. No, the important part is this: I am from two parents who went through hell and Prayed to God that they could do better, and did. I am from two parents who did their best, But their best was not always good enough. I am from two parents with worn-down, stomped-on hearts And still they kept on beating. And still they kept on beating. Everything came down to this— Everything came down to me. But I am not a Lego flower built of blocks, Generations of too-bright, too-wide, too-tight smiles Meanwhile both hands in a bear trap. No, I am a flower grown up from the dirt. I am the blood rushing through me every time I put Pen to paper. I am stubborn softness, smart and stupid, everything and nothing. I am what I longed to be and what I feared becoming. I am an ocean, the deep blue fading to dark. I am an open book written in code. But I hope one day, dear God, I hope That one day I’ll be brave. One day I’ll stand on solid ground And find a hill worth dying on. I want a home with a willow tree, A house built in the branches. I want two kids to chase around, walls Filled with laughter and messes and warmth. And God, I want to hear my footsteps On the floor of a courthouse, briefcase in hand. I want to be something, I want to be someone And heaven knows that is what I will be. A mind like a mess, just a tangle of thoughts, I am everything that I ever loved, lived, and lost.
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I didn’t know how much I wanted to be a mother, Until I met the man who would be a fantastic father. Now I’m waiting for you little one to bring meaning to my life.
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May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 6:27 AM UTC
Adoption papers
a doe wandered into the clear path of the starry forest. three shots had rung out. a buck lay flat on the clovers and tall grass. a fawn beside him pawing the ground. three frogs hopping in the trees. down down down. the doe lay beside the fawn as it denied the inevitable, inescapable truth. he was gone. she was here. and the frogs sang a sappy tune. "ohhh cry out sweet sorrow, the dragonflies skitter away! the cats are out and the mice are at play. whistle sour melodies and harmonious truth, the deer have crossed over, behind stayed their youth." the young doe shooed away the silly frogs before the hunters heard. poor fawn. no mama in sight.
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Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 11:30 PM UTC
a fawn. a doe. a buck. and three little frogs.
I could thank you for raising me, For making me who I was meant to be, But you hated that task. It showed in your actions, your face—I didn’t have to ask. Yet you did make me who I am today. I will never know trust or love in a fatherly way. Abandoned by my own, scorned by you, You held my mother’s hands steady as she stabbed me through. You are the wound I was never meant to have.
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Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 10:51 AM UTC
Secondary Father Wound
I am the zombie flea Left for dead Resurrected by hope As now pain No fear And astronomical Strength physically And emotionally For I am half dead From my beginnings A zombie
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Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 2:39 AM UTC
Zombie flea
do you remember the time when you said that you wished you could send me back? that you wished you had never adopted me? do you remember when i called you a substitute mother? I was only 6 years old, but i should have known better. the first half of my life, i was the problem. i broke rules— broke trust. broke you. eight years later, everything was a fight. i didn’t hate you, but i hated our relationship because it was a minefield. ten years later, and we’re teetering on the edge where anything i do can send us over. i almost miss the constant fighting because at least i felt angry instead of scared. scared of doing the wrong thing, because i always do, every time. at least then, i did not have to live with the knowledge of my guilt. but i should feel guilty, but it hurts. but i should be hurting, because you are hurt. i want to scream, “𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑨 𝑲𝑰𝑫”, but you were just a mother being dismissed by a child who you only ever wanted to love. now, i am the one whose every mistake weighs heavy because it is one out of a tall, tall stack. now, i am reaping what i sowed, and swallowing the bitter fruit.
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Jul 16, 2024
Jul 16, 2024 at 7:38 PM UTC
a letter i’ll never send
At 15 she had her goals in her mind To get her high school degree, then her bachelor's and then her master's and maybe even her doctorates She wanted to own house with a nice back yard Despite the house crisis She wanted to adopt she knew she was planning far ahead but didn't mind At 18 she got her first degree Then her second, third and fourth She worked her *** off having ups and downs Her world ending then starting again She finally got a house at 27 And at 30 she adopted a 13 year old boy She fell in love with him immediately of course And did her best to give him the world And in his senior year of highschool she gets him a car She wished she hadn't He got into a crash a few months later He never recovered Her world ended at 35 And it didn't pick back up again
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Feb 1, 2024
Feb 1, 2024 at 11:11 AM UTC
Her world ended at 35
Walking down this busy street Passing people I will never meet I wonder how it got to this point A time where I can have so much And yet feel so alone If I look back Was it all my fault That I am and have always been On the the edge of everything I’ve seen It started the day I was born When that woman from whose body I was torn Decided I wasn’t for her And since that day I have wondered looking for her again In every woman I ever known I have looked to be loved for that very first unconditional time Perhaps in a way I am drawn to her because she too was cast aside by one who should have loved in that echo I hear my own voice as well as hers And in that two note chord there lies the start of a song we both can sing
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Sep 3, 2023
Sep 3, 2023 at 6:36 AM UTC
A chord
Little dog running hard toward the parked cars looking and sniffing then rushes to the next one panting eyes filled with anxiety seeking the owner who abandoned it big round eyes all teary it must be thinking sadly "if i get to become a human in the next life i will do anything to be kind adopt a cute puppy and stay with it until the end of time."
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Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 1:35 PM UTC
A little story
Would any body like to adopt my grades? Cuz I can't raise them myself.
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Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 7:28 AM UTC
Grades
in my dreams you wear a yellow dress A color of innocence You speak to me like you really know who I am & I’m looking at you wondering if I see me. But it’s just a dream and I guess We will really never know If you wear a yellow dress Or if you even ever wanted me If you ever wanted to Know who I was. Today I sit here And can only visit You in my dreams Whenever mind allows it & this time this is such a Happy dream, you in a yellow dress Leaning you head on me. But in my reality, its Still a terrible nightmare That I am scared will Never go away
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Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
Yellow Dress
My girl don't sit next to me and play on the swings She's in my mind just doing those things Sometimes I wish I wasn't a chicken and I could see you more Should of pushed harder but how can you when its a c section Running around alone when you should have a family Giving all your baby clothes away Its like better than a miscarriage but its not because you know she's somewhere laughing in someone else's house Your scared to tell people your feelings because we are all supposed to get old and have kids What if you didn't have your kid no more and your not "mom" Then you know how it feels when everything's gone Jealousy's a deadly sin but I am already dead inside I know you can't have what I can but why does it mean you can take it in the first place This is eating me inside but I think about is you sitting on the swing set outside.
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Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 9:05 PM UTC
Missing You
Pacing up and down I call for the gentle cat food in hand and slippers on I walk to be kind to the small black and brown looking lost the young hungry female wandering our street For a name and a home to our neighbours I chat until petting hands to the child left behind we offer warmth amidst the rising frost a listening ear a cushion to lay on and food to eat
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Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 9:23 AM UTC
Lucky
For a while I've been trying to write, But when I finally have an idea it's night. I just want to write my thoughts out, I want to talk, I want to shout! I want more than anything to show you I'm real, To show you it takes a while to heal. I wish I had the right words to say, To tell you how it made me feel for you to walk away. I have nothing left, I've become very depressed. The colors I see are dull and gray, This is my poem of the day.
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Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 10:06 PM UTC
Poem of the Day
He was my father, I never thought that would change, But then things began to rearrange. I love him still to this day, I'm just sad to say he wasn't able to stay. I never thought he would give in, So when he said yes my mind had begun to spin. He was my dad, and I thought that meant forever, He left though, now I don't talk about things just say whatever. He was the most important to me, Because I thought he would never think to set me free. Now he hasn't reached out in awhile, I've begun to lose my smile. He's nothing but a stranger now because he's gone, He left, he even managed to beat the dawn. I wanted him to be there for me no matter what, But then he left and the door slowly shut. I guess I wasn't a good daughter, Because you just forgot her.
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 3:16 PM UTC
Father, Dad, Stranger
Why did you give us up? Am I not enough? Why did you give us up? Did I not try hard enough? Why did you give us up? Should I smile more? Why did you give us up? Am I not pretty enough? Why did you give us up? Was I not a good daughter?
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
The Question
Mom, dad? I'm home to play, Gosh it's just been the very best day. Mom, dad where have you gone? Why have you decided to leave by dawn? Mom, dad? What do those words even mean? Because mine have managed to go unseen. Mom, dad, are you coming back, Or will I be the one to crack? Mom, dad? I'm older now, Many people ask me how. Mom, dad? I really miss you, I hope you do too. Mom, dad? I'm falling faster into the dark, I've begun to lose my spark. Mom, dad? Why did you leave me? I'm sad to say I won't be the key. Mom, dad? I guess I must say bye, Even if I know you won't reply.
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 11:01 PM UTC
Mom, Dad?
Hello mom and dad, I'm so excited today, I've got no time to go out and play. Today I will make you a present, I hope it's very pleasant. But then the bell rings and there is a call, The words I hear make me feel so small. What papers are you talking about? Please, I beg you not to shout. Why is everyone crying? What are you implying? Why are we not at our house? What are all these doubts? Finally someone explains to me, Mom and dad wanted to set me free. I'm not going to see them again, They tell me take a deep breath and count to ten. But I don't want to breathe, I want to cry, Because all I ever did was try. But I was not enough, Why is life so tough? I did everything you asked of me, But now I'm locked without a key. Now I'm all alone, Stuck in the unknown. Will I ever get to know, About the trouble so long ago? Mom and dad I thought you loved us, Did we put up too much of a fuss? Goodbye mom and dad, I'll sure miss you, Because I never got to see what's true.
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Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
Not Enough
Can I find you past Mount Hua, After crossing Cao’e River, Through the fields of Longkou, Will I be walking for long? Sat, waiting for the train to go To take me where I am supposed to be Head pressed against the cold window I want that seat. Lost among the frames And paths between stones You should be somewhere among The busy laying down of flowers I want to know A fickle not fitting anywhere A missing piece, Just wandering. Who do I owe my existence to. Who brought me here. I would kneel down to you And offer my deepest gratitude Tired of floating up in the air Just whisked around by the wind. The tree with roots is stronger The clouds so lonely. Breezing by, the single leaf Stuck in this one state I’ll walk alone with my two legs Don’t worry, I’ll continue to go But where are you? The people who came before me Blocks of my past You’re going too far I’m lost. This voice, The voice formed Trying to reach out It’s calling out It can’t let go, Where it came from. Every sunshine, Every storm, It surrounds us Brings us to life. I’ll always look up And see it like you. Going past Mount Hua Alone among the clouds Who put me here I want to know. I’ll travel long And so far, I’ve been walking for long. I’ll put my respects Will you see me I won’t be disappointed I’ll lay down everything Just to have my place. Left away Those a part of me I’m walking through the path But where are you?
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Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 3:47 AM UTC
Ancestral Rite