#fatherdaughter
The absentminded people
I dream a grass so green
A robotic man
Of meadows I dream
The look of no eyes
To drown in a sea
Write words on glass
To climb up a tree
A man to a robot
Hold hand, make sound laughs
A robot to a man
Kiss lips the heart loves
No voice hears the ear
Black dress, shed a tear
A man and a robot
Soft touch skin feel
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 7:47 AM UTC
Not the voice—
though I still hear it
in the way wind moves through curtains
on certain afternoons.
Not the hands—
though I still feel them
when I lift something heavy,
when I hold something breakable.
What remains is stranger.
The way he tilted his head
before answering a hard question—
I do that now.
The way he hummed without knowing,
a tuneless thing,
while reading the morning paper—
I caught myself doing it
last Sunday,
and froze,
and listened
to the ghost in my throat.
He taught me to tie a tie
by standing behind me,
our hands moving together
in the mirror.
Now every knot I make
is his hands
repeating their lesson.
He never said "I love you."
Not once.
But when I fell from the bicycle,
when the skin peeled from my knee
like wet petals,
he picked me up
not with his arms
but with his voice—
steady, unhurried,
as if falling
was just another way
of learning to rise.
I understand now.
Some men keep their love
in a locked drawer.
They open it only
when no one is watching.
They leave it open
just long enough
for the air to change.
Once, I found him asleep
on the couch,
the newspaper spread across his chest
like a second skin.
I watched his breath go in and out,
in and out,
and thought:
this is what holds the world together—
not prayers, not promises,
but a man breathing
in a room full of people he forgot
to tell he loved them.
He is gone now.
The house feels taller,
emptier,
like a body that has stopped breathing.
But sometimes,
when I am alone,
when the phone rings at the wrong hour,
when I solve something difficult,
when I laugh too loud at my own joke—
I feel him turn
in that vast earth,
turn toward the sound of me,
and smile
the way he smiled
when I wasn't looking.
Father,
you did not leave me.
You simply changed addresses.
Now you live
in the space between my bones
and my skin,
in the pause between my breath
and my next breath.
I carry you
the way the earth carries water—
invisibly,
essentially,
always.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
You called me darling, a name just for me,
A love so pure, as deep as the sea.
No matter how busy, you always found time,
To play, to laugh, to make life shine.
You brought me chocolates, a sweet little treat,
Never once letting me feel incomplete.
No wish was too big, no dream too far,
You moved mountains to gift me the stars.
Through sleepless nights, you held my hand,
When I was weak, you’d help me stand.
If I was hungry, you’d go without,
Your love, unwavering, beyond all doubt.
In my darkest hour, you were my light,
A guiding star burning ever so bright.
With every answer, with every care,
You made me fearless, beyond despair.
People call me strong, they don’t see,
That you were the one who built that in me.
No man, no force could bring me down,
For you made me a queen, deserving a crown.
But now you're gone, and I feel so alone,
The one love I had, the truest I've known.
The world feels empty, cold and wide,
Without you standing by my side.
Yet, deep inside, your strength remains,
In every heartbeat, in every vein.
Though I can’t see you, I know you’re near,
Whispering "darling," calm and clear.
So I’ll stand tall, though my heart may ache,
For you gave me a strength no one can take.
And when I falter, when I fall,
I’ll hear your voice—your love through all.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 7:35 AM UTC
Thinking of a superman.
Lots of courage and strength in the vein.
Another form of my personal wishing well.
He can't express his love,slow as snail.
He can fight and bleed for me.
But his rude voice was hell for me.
Don't think further,
He is none other than my father.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 1:09 AM UTC
you don’t know what it’s like,
watching a person you love, love something else.
partaking in what they want,
pretending to love it too,
hiding how you really feel.
it seems justified when you see how happy it makes them.
their eyes light up with joy,
they can’t help but smile,
they wear the look you do when you think of them,
but then it fades.
not their happiness, but yours.
you feel trapped,
changed into what they want.
slowly forgetting what it was that used to make you happy,
slowly forgetting what the happiness even felt like,
so you close yourself off.
following along faithfully.
all they wanted was to share the thing they love with the person they love,
but you can’t hold on forever.
so they fall out of love with you,
seek a new person to share with,
leaving you alone,
lost.
chasing after the object of their affection in hopes to win them back.
forever distancing yourself from the person you used to be,
forever trapping yourself in the world you so desperately want to escape,
forever following hopelessly in their footsteps.
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 3:56 PM UTC
You're a time-bomb,
Seconds away from imploding.
Tick-tack! Get a holding,
You're about to be.
You don't measure your words,
And they tend to cut like knifes.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
Today
Today I saw nothing but blissness,
Covered up with clouds of video games and the exotic taste of Wi-Fi to lead me in the direction of blindness.
Today
Today I felt my thumb and index finger throb in exhilaration with just a teaspoon of rejuvenating pain.
Today I sat anxiously looking at the screen,
Running away from reality by re-creating a fantasy where I was the hero.
Today I ran away from this distasteful land.
Just like most people would.
Today I became an ignorant human being.
I followed the loud whispers of 'ignorance is bliss'
And for that I got the sweet serene kiss of nothingness.
Yes I admit today I was ignorant and I ran
Dodging and jumping, avoiding trouble in the forest of life.
After all there's only so much one can handle.
Responsibility called out to me and I pulled my get out of jail free card and I sat in front of the screen.
Envisioning a world like my video game.
Today I was ignorant
But not for long.
Leaving my sanctuary screen,
It was that time,
The time where my chores screens in "finish me, do me, it's about that time",
Reluctantly I stood, eyes fixated on the trash I had to take,
With a heavy sigh.
I listened to the callings of my chores.
Plastic in my hand filled with yesterday's food,
Today's cleanings and maybe a little bit of breakfast.
Stomping down the stairs,
Unaware of my surroundings,
As ignorance enveloped me in a tight hug.
Shucks I'm only human.
My last step down the stairs
My senses heishtened, the warm chill envading my legs,
Causing goosebumps to rise, along with my left brow.
"Am I not to be ignorant? Why do I feel the wind? " my mind searched
My ears picked with a cry from a girl.
But this was no ordinary cry.
A cry of happiness when a daughter sees her father
A cry of contentness of an adventure between a father and daughter.
My ignorance shattered after that.
There are fathers that stay and become the greatest of parents
They need appreciation too.
Because a father daughter bond is just as important as a mother daughter one.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
The smell of cigarettes reminds
Me of my father, but not
The thick chemical smell
Of most cigarettes, no he
Smokes an all natural brand:
Oxymoron Lights.
Which will still **** you, but
They smell so much better.
I used to hate that habit of
His, but now I know it's
More complicated than the
Addiction they warn about
In health class.
Kindergarten was the first
Time I learned about tobacco,
Properly. The teacher asked:
'Whose parents smoke'.
My tiny hand shot up with
Eagerness, pride even.
She had those of us with
Our hands raised get our
Jackets from their hooks
On the wall. Our classmates
Took turns smelling our coats
To determine whose smelled the
Most of cigarettes. The winner
A small blonde boy who's name
I don't remember, only his
Brown leather jacket and the
Stench so strong it has stayed
With me fifteen years later.
I know now that my pink
Puffer coats lack of odor
Was a sign of my fathers
Good character and love.
I know now that he is not
Perfect. That he carries a
Life time of pain and regret
Behind his eyes because he
Thinks that I can not see it there.
And that cigarettes are a much
Lesser evil than the demons that
Haunt his past and the he will
Not let them haunt my present.
I know all of this now, but
Back then I just wanted
To smell like him.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC