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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.
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Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 12:33 AM UTC
Unknown dear
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.
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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.
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Feb 17, 2022
Feb 17, 2022 at 5:55 PM UTC
what father forgot to mention
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.
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Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 12:28 PM UTC
Why?
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
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May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 1:59 PM UTC
I Am Unknown.
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?
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Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 6:33 PM UTC
Untitled
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...
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May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 9:21 PM UTC
She was Secret
He rejected me like As if I were the vegetables Mushed together and scattered Across the play board At a toddler’s dinner table.
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
Playboard
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..
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
WHY!
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
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
GREEK POEM DEAR SKYLA
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.
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
A heart burns on