#stepdad
I know he screams
I know he lies
He's practically the devil
Right there in disguise
But if that's the case
Then why is he here
Why have you loved him
For all of these years
Charmful and witty
You weren't prepared
So why'd you marry
Just to live your life scared?
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 8:25 PM UTC
I knew you'd change our lives
My life
A mother's life
The young handsome man
Taking care of her
Taking care of us
His family loved us
Giving us more family
New babies
Never realizing the impact
Until now
The happiness
The safety
Being loved by a new dad
To replace one I never knew
I knew you'd change our lives
And you did...
Because you left
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 12:01 PM UTC
Hope you feel better than i do
Todays my moms birthday...
i feel so nervous
im tired
my stepdad called me a *** and goth over me being emo
and almost killed me for the 3rd time
i feel like the cover of a fricking Nirvana album
bleh
I don't kno any more
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
It happens to
everyone.
It will affect
everything.
A set of dolls
smashed.
A child's life
bashed.
Your car's
crashed.
Headlights
flashed
A marriage
trashed.
You've caused
abuse.
You've been
abused.
Family can
abuse.
Laws are
abused.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC
Being a stepparent is a fate worse than life.
I spend my time feeding into relationships that will not stand the test of time.
I am here as support, no matter what you need.
But no matter what I do I’ll never be he.
He who made you,
He who abandoned you.
He who caused you pain.
No matter what he does, you love him all the same.
Whatever I do I am looked on with disdain.
Being a stepdad is the hardest of all work,
Using me and running to him,
It makes my feelings hurt.
Yeah he may have made you but he never put in the work.
I don’t want to take his place,
I just want peace.
For you to love me will make me forever pleased.
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
You were the epitome of cliche jokes and the feeling of a warm fire after being in the cold.
You were the glue to keep the 1000 piece puzzle together.
You were forgiveness in hardships
You were hammer and nails on the tool belt that a worker wore with pride each early morning and every sweltering day and all the long nights
You were dancing to commercial jingles
You were waking up excited Christmas morning to pancakes
You were trust
You were more than 2 family gatherings on holidays and having time stretched thin between the different 5 ones we had to go and choosing which one we wanted to attend
You were a secret holder
You were making weekends an hour long trip every weekend
You were holding hands with my mom while you drove and talked and laughed so
You were taking the role of "dad" when the one who fathered three kids didn't want to be
You were love in its best form
Until you weren't
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC
Life comes and goes
The person you are now could be someone that everyone back then would walk right past and never even know
You could take your compass heart north and let it lead you for the better
Or you could go down south and let it tear your very name up, letter by letter
You could choose the love of your life
or the love of the night
That would be gone by the next day
And you woke up alone wondering why you just didn't stay
You keep walking, hoping that your family is still where you left them that day
But you forgot that the letters that made up your name aren't what they used to say
And maybe they would take you back with open arms
Maybe they would give you the love you forgot in the midst of your own ocean storms
Maybe they would tell you the jokes you missed out on while you were shipwrecked and your compass broke
Maybe they would remember your name and help you rebuild it even though the last letter is barely hanging on, like a tattered edge of a rope
Life always gives you a choice, it's not just one or two.
There's numerous paths to go on, what're you going to choose?
Are you going to let a town beat you down until you aren't you?
Or are you going to overcome the obstacles and make it out alive and see this battle on through?
And your
Name was always known
Though, who's to say the letters make any sense
How can we fix the way you willingly let your ship get
Overthrown?
No, our hearts are passed being punched and kicked
You can't Unscramble this
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
Bent over the painted lines of her road.
Stood a black feathered crow
peeling back a tendon of flesh,
Like a strand of red twizzler candy,
from the tannish white fur
of a dead bunny.
she thought this was cute.
"AWW! THEY'RE KISSING!!"
Her daddy did not correct her.
This memory, he revisits every time she brings a new boy home.
Debates internally,
the tipping scales that balance ignorance and optimism.
If maybe he should have explained the beauty in death, rather than let her beleive her illusions.
The beauty in nature, the circle of life.
Like a cat, she brings home dead animals
Like the owner of a cat,
He is unimpressed.
Maybe if he told her the bunny was dead, she would stop offering herself to the crows.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
You made from wood
and skill, a music stand,
where I could write music
and arrange and orchestrate
the music scores in neat
musical notations all by hand.
You helped nurse me
back to health when my nerves
had shot through and out;
gave advise when asked;
joked about the music that I heard,
but listened none the less
when Coltrane played
or Couperin's ***** mass
was filling the afternoon air.
I visited you last four days
before you died, in that hospital ward
where cancer wormed its way
amongst them all,
and you no longer the dark haired
strong man of my childhood days,
but thinner, drawn,with dark hair
stained with greys.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
Why did you want to hurt me again
Why do you want to twist that knife in
Your words cut worse than any knife
And I'm the reason for your strife
I swear I did the best I could
I thought I was proticting you like I should
I'm sorry I didn't know
But I'd ask you everytime you would go
But your answer was always no
But I know little kids can be frightened
And I'm sure that noose he tightened
And I don't blame you for hating me
For I am mom you see
I was supposed to protect you from the monsters
But I didn't know it would be my secound step father
I didn't know my mom would marry a another one like the first
This nightmare was the worst
I just wish you could see
I tried my very best to be
The mother you could always depend on
But now your gone
You hate me for what was done
But I want you to know if I'd had a gun
He could of never hurt anyone
And tho you hate me I'll love you always
I'm mom and I'm to blame anyways
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
The jingle of keys makes my skin crawl
I could always hear them as he came down the hall
I knew my bedroom door he would breach
I knew soon it was me he would besiege
These are my early childhood memories
Now you know what started my disease
And why my blood runs cold and I freeze
When I hear the jingle of keys
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
I need you.
These words are true,
but it's hard for me to put them in a sentence.
I can't say them out loud because that would mean that I depend on you.
I want to get to know you.
But I forget that I can't get close to someone who's never there.
I wish I could go to ball games with you.
I wish I could have looked out into the audience in the middle
of a recital and see your face in the crowd.
I wish I could see the same look on your face that they do.
You always look so proud when you talk to them, talk about them
and even when you look at them.
Especially when you talk about the one that got away.
You praise her. Even after everything that's happened you're still proud of her.
I wish I had that.
I wish I could see that radiating smile of yours and know that it's for me too.
For something that I've done that you were so unbelievably proud of.
I know I'm not yours, not really.
I know that you're trying your best. I understand that it's not easy with three kids in the house.
I also know that it's harder because I'm older than she was when you first got her,
and I'm older than the kids are now.
I try to make you proud, I really do.
I study for every test and hand in every homework assignment.
I await the scores so I can run home and tell you what they are.
After telling you the news you always have the same stern look on your face.
I feel as if I'm never good enough.
I even got a job and am trying to learn the value of money.
I try to be smart. Sometimes you say I'm not,
and just to prove you wrong I try to impress you by telling you useless facts.
But it still doesn't seem to be good enough.
Is it because I'm too boring, too loud, too girly, too lazy, or because I spend too much time on tumblr?
Is it because I don't look like the rest of you?
Is it because... I'm nothing like she was?
I know that she was your baby girl.
I know that you'll always hold a special place for her in your heart.
But I was second. Doesn't that count for something?
Maybe you actually are proud of me.
Maybe I'm just over analyzing this like I do everything else.
Maybe...
Just maybe.
But I've still never seen it.
I've never seen that radiating smile that they've all seen...
Oh how I'd **** to see it.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 7:42 PM UTC
Thunder collapsed upon me, lightening did
Strike upon my flesh, scaring the tissue black
Scorched pain as like a pool of fear quivering
At each strike upon ones self.
The rain fell, unlike a monsoon of emotion
Did these tear burn from pools once pure
But now tainted with vines of red, feeding
One the vision seen now blood red.
Tears were cupped so neither evidence of
Fallen emotion was seen, I drank upon my
Sorrow what had fallen evaporated towards
The mind of hate, like a storm building strength.
So the voice did break forth like a dam of emotion,
Courage, hesitant moments before the whispers
Of wind were heard then like a tornado of truth
Breaking your torment, then like the breeze you
Were scattered far and wide, never to hurt me again.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
even as the night turns to day
and all my sorrows have been washed away
i still miss you
there are days when i'm fine
and days when i'm in a haze
but it can all be summed up by one phrase
i still miss you
my poetry grows sadder as the months drag on
it's on to get a grip on the fact that you're really gone
i still miss you
i want you back, as selfish as it may seem
without my daddy here i've lost any trace of self-esteem
god ****** i still miss you
i know that i will see again
but until that day
i have to keep asking my 'when?'
until the day i know die
i know that
i'll always miss you
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
it's hard for me to realize you're actually gone.
you died 3 months and 2 days ago, but it still feels surreal.
why am I here and you're not?
gladly I would trade places with you.
at times like these, I feel a weight on me.
it's pressing down on me, my hands are heavy, I can't open my mouth, I'm completely stuck.
I repress the memory of death and live as if you're still here,
but then the time comes when I want to call you
want to tell about my day
want to tell you how my junior year is going
I want to show you my homecoming dress
I want to tell you about the girl I love
tell you how great my grades are
but I can't.
you're gone and I can't bring you back
but I don't know when I'll finally accept that.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
everywhere I go I see you
you're the clouds in the sky
the flowers in the garden
the stars at night
you were my superman
the one who was going
to live forever
now you're gone
I can never pick up the phone
and call you again
I can never tell you
how much you meant to me
you'll never be able to hold
me in your arms as I cry
daddy come back
I miss you
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
I have a strong dislike for you.
At first it was fine.
You tried to cater and be kind.
Make me feel like your home was mine.
But now I must express why I hate you
half of the time.
You became clingy-
and it went downhill from there.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC