#disowned
I miss someone I don’t even know.
And as the leaves fall,
I find out I’m youngest no more,
Someone special has taken my role.
I wait for them to bring you home,
your name is all that I know.
I miss someone I don’t even know.
And as I cut my hair short,
I wonder if yours has grown,
if the baby voice has drifted,
soft and unknown,
if your eyes still beg to play
and if your toys still watch you sway.
I miss someone I don’t even know.
And before your first words had formed,
your name was the only thing I could hold,
one street and some harsh words
made us live in two separate worlds.
I miss someone I don’t even know.
I prepare the last gift I can give,
a piece of me to leave a trace.
I know I’ve been naive,
to dream my love could find its place.
Yet I hope one day you’ll know my face,
and see in it a quiet embrace.
I miss someone I don’t even know.
Now I can only wonder,
how much your small hand has grown,
(how long until they tell you I have a headstone)
how many years have passed
(please, forget me fast).
I miss someone I don’t even know.
If one day you reach for me,
remembering someone you barely know,
the little one has turned eighteen,
as small hands have grown,
and your voice became your own.
We will tell the tales untold,
and for the first time,
your brother will be here,
holding the space you leave for me.
And as I await that call,
I’ll remain quiet and cold,
aching for the bond never formed.
Until then,
I will miss you,
my unknown dear.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 12:33 AM UTC
you look just like her
your body, your face, your hair.
you look most like her
when you’re defiant,
an attitude that rivals her.
you’re stubborn and you’re wrong
but father forgot to mention
that i look just like her.
my body, my face, my hair.
i look most like her
when i’m yelling my face red,
an anger that rivals hers.
i’m tenacious and confident,
i have faith in myself.
yes, father forgot to mention
that i wear my mother well.
Feb 17, 2022
Feb 17, 2022 at 5:55 PM UTC
Why do you think that it's okay
To rip out my heart
and try to shove it back in
You were drunk?
No ******* ****
I haven't seen you sober in
6? entire years
**** you
"You're my kid, that's not an option"
Then why was it an option two years ago??
Why was it an option last Saturday?
You're not my ******* parent.
You never were.
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 12:28 PM UTC
I am unknown, still alone.
Experiencing on my own.
No witnesses to validate
My involvement or the weight
Of the choices i've made
Trying to liberate my spirits
With my patterned habits
Only to understand
That i am digging my end
With my crooked tangled hands
But still
My fears and
feelings they tend to vary
And my mind keep changing its mind.
So now i just smile and carry on
Leaving all my worries behind
No one likes to deal with the the unknown
Someone must be manifesting
Because i can't explain my preferences
Disowned , unresting
I have to believe an omniscent is guiding me
So i can truly rest in peace
I don't believe in responsibilities.
Writing is the only way to fruit this fear.
Words Of Harfouchism
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 1:59 PM UTC
Mother do you hear my silence now?
I've been floating in an abyss terrified of who I am
Waiting for you to understand
Mother do you know why I said what I said?
You sit in a tower looking down only acts
But is it me or a reflection looking back
You claim to care about my mental state
But don't give a **** about what brought me to this fate
Mother do you hear my silence?
In the midst of his verbal violence
Can you see the pain I keep inside
Because it's all getting harder to hide
Mother when you say you care
Is it just to hide behind a prayer
Or is it more than to show God the cross that you bare
Mother do you hear my silence now?
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 6:33 PM UTC
She climbed the ladder of the apartment buildings
Went through the ***** window she left open of the small, empty, dark room
Yes, she’s been here before
Atleast 8 hours ago actually
She sunk to the floor and passed out because of her hunger
She awoke the next morning where she collapsed
Her once beautiful, long, brown hair was a matted mess
She picked herself off the floor (if only she could do the same with her life at 17)
Brushed off her sweatshirt, adjusted her worn out jeans, and went out down the ladder and was off to work again
She dug wells, and cut trees like a pro for the only reward people would give her
Their scraps
And maybe a penny
No, she was no drug addict, psychopath, or creep
She was simply an orphaned child at age 7
Who started working for food, and found an abandoned room to live in
She’s done the same thing for years
Work, starve, eat scraps, and maybe sleep
On, and on
To collapse and freeze in an alley on her way home in the middle of a blizzard
Her last thought was her mother's warm hugs
Her last words:
“I’m coming mama.”
This poor girls life is tragic
For depression was her muse
~
I love you so much Sammy…It’s not your fault
I wish I could’ve saved you...
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 9:21 PM UTC
He rejected me like
As if I were the vegetables
Mushed together and scattered
Across the play board
At a toddler’s dinner table.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
The truths now unfold,
The story is now told,
Crying eyes,
Hidden lies,
Just too many goodbyes,
Now it is forever, like before,
But now it's different,
I have closed the door,
Sorry is just a word,
And now all the memories will become blurred..
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
Μισώ τον εαυτό μου
και είμαι κολλημένος με τον εαυτό μου
αλλά τουλάχιστον
Δεν είμαι πλέον
Κολλημένος ζουν μαζί σας
Αδελφές για πάντα Σκύλα
Και το εννοούσα
αλλά σας
υπήρξαν
αποκήρυξαν
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
Brightly burning,
Mistaken, disowned.
A heart of fire burns on.
Roars of pain,
Tears of deceit.
Manipulation takes it's tole.
You are mistaken to treat her this way.
You are a fool to believe.
That you can defeat me.
My heart burns on.
Her scars glow.
We are one,
Under the fiery sun.
Sisters of Fire and Ice.
Warriors of Right's.
We will defeat you.
Torture us at your will.
We will stand.
And defeat you.
You are the ******* here.
Die now.
In Vain.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC