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I will be her biggest failure, The one that went all wrong. The first pancake of the batch– Always burnt and quite oblong. The one who saw the chaos And fought it like her own war. The one that was once rescued, The guiltiest feeling she ever bore. The one that saw the damage Of an ego wounded man. Who grew to find a new one, Mama couldn't fix hers– But I can. I will always be her failure– Look just like her and more. Instead of choosing different, I simply busted through Her old barred doors.
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
Inheritance
Dearest father now I loathe, How I abhor, how I detest, All you've done to me Dearest father how you **** How you’re **** to all you meet, A mere creep Dearest father you’re undeserving, Unlikable, intolerable, To all those around you Dearest father leave us all, For the best, for a test, Out of sight and mind Dearest father that I hate, An abominate, I despise, Dearest father get out of that cake Such grimy hands, a grimy face, Undeserving glee, Smeared like icing on that cake That cake you grab, That cake you touch, I despise, get out of that cake Dearest father, A loathsome man.
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Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
Dearest Father
You are the cause of your own SELF-DESTRUCTION, Your own issues and problems, You can't seem to function, Your mind is a wandering, You are the cause of your dysfunction You don't have a clue not even an unction, Just pick yourself up and SAVE YOURSELF YOU ARE YOUR HELP JUST YOU AND NO ONE ELSE, You are the cause of all of your worries, Turn that around and I mean in a hurry SELF-DISCIPLINE is what you really need, LOVE AND GROWTH MOST DEFINITELY!!! WORDS TO ENCOURAGE FOR YOUR RESTORATION, BELIEVE IN YOURSELF!!! TO LEAD TO YOUR TRANSFORMATION!!!! B.R. Date: 11/7/2025
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Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 12:50 AM UTC
SELF-DESTRUCTION
I memorised this house’s percussion Before I learned to speak Survival dictated it My bedroom door doesn’t lock None of them do A house of false privacy Where boundaries exist only in theory So I learned to barricade myself with silence instead To make myself so quiet that they forget I’m here To breathe so softly that the air around me remains undisturbed I became a ghost in my own home long before I learned to detach The walls are thin enough that voices carry But thick enough that words get muffled Just the tone remains Sharp Accusatory Defensive Pleading A symphony of dysfunction in four-part disharmony I press my ear against the cool plaster sometimes To feel the vibrations Anger has a particular frequency It rattles your molars if you press your jaw to the wall just right A house full of translators for people standing three feet apart
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Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 11:08 AM UTC
Contraband
I wish you’d rise above it all And be the person I thought I saw. The loving parent I dreamed you’d be, Cherishing your kids unconditionally. But once again, I see the truth— That dream was never meant for you. You taught us right from wrong, it’s true, But failed to practice what you knew. Believing yourself better than the rest, Yet you’re no top-notch, high-class success. Not even the middle ground you aspired to be, But the dollar store version of what a parent shouldn’t be. Your children are shattered, broken, and torn, But instead of reflection, you point and scorn. Blaming others, yet blind to this fact: Every hand shaped the pain we’ve packed. One told us love wasn’t ours to claim, That our worth was tied to our weight and shame. Another sought love and found none to give, While one taught us grace in how to live. The rest hid away, their courage sold, Leaving us with lessons both cruel and cold. But you, you’re the real masterstroke— You taught us to carry everyone’s yoke. To put ourselves last, to give and give, Till there’s nothing left in us to live. Now we’re all broken in different ways— One’s near the grave, another astray, And the last just fights to make it through the day. They cry softly at night, their breath so thin, You wouldn’t notice—it doesn’t fit in. All they’ve ever wanted was to make you proud, To feel seen, even once, above the crowd. But your plans for them twist and betray, Stealing their hope and their dreams away. You rob them of money, of land, of peace, All for a façade that will never cease. Chasing a life to save face at work, Pretending you’re more than a person who shirks. But the truth is plain for all to see— You’ve failed them, and you’ve failed me.
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Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 2:41 AM UTC
A legacy of scars
I wish you’d rise above it all And be the person I thought I saw. The loving parent I dreamed you’d be, Cherishing your kids unconditionally. But once again, I see the truth— That dream was never meant for you. You taught us right from wrong, it’s true, But failed to practice what you knew. Believing yourself better than the rest, Yet you’re no top-notch, high-class success. Not even the middle ground you aspired to be, But the dollar store version of what a parent shouldn’t be. Your children are shattered, broken, and torn, But instead of reflection, you point and scorn. Blaming others, yet blind to this fact: Every hand shaped the pain we’ve packed. One told us love wasn’t ours to claim, That our worth was tied to our weight and shame. Another sought love and found none to give, While one taught us grace in how to live. The rest hid away, their courage sold, Leaving us with lessons both cruel and cold. But you, you’re the real masterstroke— You taught us to carry everyone’s yoke. To put ourselves last, to give and give, Till there’s nothing left in us to live. Now we’re all broken in different ways— One’s near the grave, another astray, And the last just fights to make it through the day. They cry softly at night, their breath so thin, You wouldn’t notice—it doesn’t fit in. All they’ve ever wanted was to make you proud, To feel seen, even once, above the crowd. But your plans for them twist and betray, Stealing their hope and their dreams away. You rob them of money, of land, of peace, All for a façade that will never cease. Chasing a life to save face at work, Pretending you’re more than a person who shirks. But the truth is plain for all to see— You’ve failed them, and you’ve failed me.
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Maybe it's time to go, But I don't know how to leave. There's always something to say, you never just let me be, This house raised me with anger but also made me, me. How can I walk away when it's all I've ever seen? The children here I protected, the adults I witnessed fall I can't relive this past anymore, I'm almost 30 after all. This room holds so many memories, there's secrets in these walls. How can some place be so comforting, yet keep my life on pause? There's hatred in the air, masked by family dinners and decor, nothing can be out of place, you may only cry behind closed doors. To feel sadness is to show weakness, and these people are out for blood, I've learned survival all these years, but sometimes I let the feelings flood. Use your hands to be helpful, and your mouth only to smile, don't show your cracks, the answers no so don't ask or be prepared to be shunned for awhile.
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Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 11:18 AM UTC
Suburbia
These are confessions I can never send. Because they blatantly won't understand and that is something I need to get, They don't care for me enough to accept the ways they hurt me and say sorry. They are hypocrites, Because they want me to stay weary. They want me to always let go and cry alone. They don't care if around them I'm woeful. Mom, You always said I was in the wrong, Cleaning and chores were our only "bond" You never chose me unless you could brag. Dad, You broke my heart, You'd catch me when I'd fall But never stuck up for me in the end.   Mom chooses to make me a villain, All I wanted was her acceptance but she sees me as a sinner who's selfish, I should put my pain aside and pretend I'm good. I will be left to wonder forever, Why my pain doesn't matter In comparison to my sister, Why am I less accepted when I'm in pain? Dad loves me because he sees himself in me. I look like him, we share a hobby but growing up I believed that was the only thing he loved about me Because one moment he'd be there, but would runaway when I needed him most. Alone, he would listen, He would say he'd help me But in front my mom he was different. Suddenly, what we said in the car was insignificant. I'm an adult who doesn't know her needs, wants, and likes Because I spent my life trying to be accepted. No one taught me how to accept myself, Or how to know what I need or want. If someone cared unconditionally, I clinged to them. I hoped they'd never leave, because I never got that from my family. Now I'm in therapy, crying in every session That I'm hurt again because of them, Or hurt by myself because I don't know who I am.
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Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 7:17 AM UTC
Confessions
These are confessions I can never send. Because they blatantly won't understand and that is something I need to get, They don't care for me enough to accept the ways they hurt me and say sorry. They are hypocrites, Because they want me to stay weary. They want me to always let go and cry alone. They don't care if around them I'm woeful. Mom, You always said I was in the wrong, Cleaning and chores were our only "bond" You never chose me unless you could brag. Dad, You broke my heart, You'd catch me when I'd fall But never stuck up for me in the end.   Mom chooses to make me a villain, All I wanted was her acceptance but she sees me as a sinner who's selfish, I should put my pain aside and pretend I'm good. I will be left to wonder forever, Why my pain doesn't matter In comparison to my sister, Why am I less accepted when I'm in pain? Dad loves me because he sees himself in me. I look like him, we share a hobby but growing up I believed that was the only thing he loved about me Because one moment he'd be there, but would runaway when I needed him most. Alone, he would listen, He would say he'd help me But in front my mom he was different. Suddenly, what we said in the car was insignificant. I'm an adult who doesn't know her needs, wants, and likes Because I spent my life trying to be accepted. No one taught me how to accept myself, Or how to know what I need or want. If someone cared unconditionally, I clinged to them. I hoped they'd never leave, because I never got that from my family. Now I'm in therapy, crying in every session That I'm hurt again because of them, Or hurt by myself because I don't know who I am.
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I don't want to be helpess anymore, It was easier, I'll no longer ignore- How I always asked your thoughts, How I vented and never stopped. The things I regret now feel more real, I wish we just could've hung out; Been normal friends, but I was afraid to be myself. I learned to stay down and not get up, I'd pace my room in fantasies Until I learned to que up Validation felt like a drug But now what I regret most Is not giving you a hug, Spilling my every thought, And betraying you Now you're gone
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Feb 6, 2024
Feb 6, 2024 at 8:38 AM UTC
Hopeless
I'd love to wake up As a strum in the air From one lonely girl's song about how much she cared She'd appear melancholic On the side of a road, Well not exactly the road She's in a field off on her own She strums and sings Letting the wind take away Every memory and pain She's experienced throughout Her days "I'll run away, So far you won't see where My footsteps end- I'll take a train To the ocean and fly so high" She makes you feel something inside You try to meet her in the middle But didn't realize just how tall the field would be, so you follow her somber melody You find the key to her guitar case, She left it behind, but left no trace Of which way she went You still hear her humming But sit instead and that is why, She got up and left.
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Nov 12, 2023
Nov 12, 2023 at 9:59 PM UTC
A Song to Sing you to Sleep
telling Shouting SCREAMING my inner dialogue telling me just to shower Get Up DO SOMETHING but i cant the executive in charge of function said NO
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Mar 10, 2023
Mar 10, 2023 at 12:50 PM UTC
executivly dysfunctioning
It was a ****** mary morning, with a Van Gogh sky. I woke up early, and found a bar that did the   same. My kind of place dark and empty. I began ordering ****** marys, one after another. At noon I paid my bill and caught the bus downtown. I had to be at the   courthouse at one for a probation violation hearing. I met my lawyer in the   hall. He said, “What the hell are you doing?” “What are you talking about?” I asked. “You’re drunk,” he shouted. “I’m fine,”  I said. I followed him into the courtroom. We sat down across the table from the prosecutor. As soon as we sat down, he said, “Come with me.” I got up and followed him into the judges chambers. He handed me a small machine with a tube attached, and said, “Blow in this.” I did. He said, "This must be your   lucky day. It’s broken. Do you want a week in jail or a month more probation?” I’ll take the longer probation, I said I had nothing but time, and a small amount of cash. I walked out of the court house. Everything looked ******
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Mar 3, 2023
Mar 3, 2023 at 6:55 AM UTC
****** Mary Morning
I woke up too early. It was still dark out. I tried to read some Hunter S. Thompson, but it made me thirsty, not a drop in the place. I wish I were in Puerto Rico. A few nights ago my girlfriend and I got into it. She bit me and scratched my face. We were drunk on wine from Argentina. The coffee I’m drinking doesn’t taste right. I wish I were in Puerto Rico. In the wee hours of the morning I decided to shave my head. It took four razors, but I finally got the job done. I looked in the mirror, and a stranger peered back at me; a head like Gandhi and a face like Marciano. I wish I were in Puerto Rico. Yesterday my girlfriend and I went on a shoplifting spree. I stole coffee, a couple of books, a hat, denture glue, and a **** ring. She’s a much better thief than me. She took razors, two tapestries, laundry soap and trash bags, makeup, shampoo and coffee that doesn’t taste funny. As the sun gently kisses the horizon and begins to bathe Iowa City in golden light, I wish I were in Puerto Rico. Tomorrow morning I have to be in court. A month ago I stole some wine and got caught. My day of reckoning has almost arrived. I should just get a fine that I will never pay, but with these things, one never knows. The judge could be hung over or constipated or worse yet, he could have read my poetry. I really wish I were in Puerto Rico.
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Mar 2, 2023
Mar 2, 2023 at 7:14 AM UTC
I Wish I were in Puerto Rico
She steals candles from the craft store. I stole a ceramic rooster for her and said, “Here’s your **** We rock the stores like they’re our ***** It’s like an itch that has to be scratched. We get drunk, and It’s game on—it’s a high like ******* in public, like that first shot when you’re shaking and sick. Someday, it will all come crashing down, but until then, it’s the flash of lightning and the crown.
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Feb 27, 2023
Feb 27, 2023 at 5:06 PM UTC
Unbelievable
Be reborn, departed Shakespeare for now is truly the time to quench your perpetual attraction to madness. Threatened by the cruel hounds of distemper and heated atmospheres, our broken trusts and unhealthy emotions set a luxurious bed for extravagant madness. Be freed from truth, beloved bard and unbound by complex thought - relish in weakening America’s obsessional social dysfunction.
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Sep 11, 2021
Sep 11, 2021 at 2:20 PM UTC
reborn
You wouldnt like me when I'm drunk Or perhaps you'd like me too much Push pins sting As they slide into my skin But after long enough They go numb Can hardly notice the blood anymore Second Third Fourth skins are shed Leaving a raw innocence in it's place Uninhibited by restraints Such as logic Or forethought Blinders on too tight Choking out anything that would be Scandalous in daylight A deafening scream That's part siren song Vice grip fingers Holding on for too long The Devil's wife has come to dance Please walk away Or I promise we'll both hate me sober
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Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 3:27 PM UTC
letmebuyyouashot
A small string of memory a connection to the soul still pulls at my heart With each year that passes it recedes and reclaims space in my mind like the rise and fall of the tide She left me to drown herself in tragedy and the tears of her childhood looking for more of what broke her We would've been a beautiful struggle a dysfunction to last a lifetime ironically I write about longing for what broke me. We are the same
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Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 9:47 AM UTC
The beautiful struggle of life
I wish I was less selfish Would that not be great? To speak kindly to you more a few days a week at least If I knew the way I would try We could have better This heart yearns for peace But it is stuck in dysfunction
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Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 8:00 AM UTC
Dysfunction
Anger is a scary thing Imagine being angry for year Never knowing it was caused from being insecure. You were easily enraged Your daddy was drunk Your mommy was late an unfulfilled childhood was your adolescence fate Now that part of you is still raw And now you’re angry at us all! But I still love you! P.S I wish I could’ve raised you with mine!
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Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 7:00 AM UTC
Angry R U?
It was a fear from long ago. A corner stone of a foundation, dysfunctional. How you served me and kept me safe All those growing years. Thank you for your service. Thank you for your protection. Today, with heart and mind United with intent I rubbed my hands together Allowing your energy to grow And grow and grow Until it circles between my hands large and full. Then with the breath in Holding on to the stillness. I see the change. Ask in prayer. Then give the command. Breathing out and letting you go with gratitude As I lifted my hands open to the heavens My fear floated up toward the Light. Forever shifted. For ever changed. Forever Transformed.
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Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
Forever Transformed