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Uncovered hist'ry
Knives, loathing, misfortune's sting
All scars tell stories
throat punch want
hallway haunt
sternum crush
swirly flush
bigot smack
sneak attack
grapple hold
ankle rolled
****** nose
shredded clothes
bruised and worn
ego torn

love withheld...
screws up the poem of your life
His hands are large and strong
I knew this all along
Strong enough to hold me down

Smiles are contagious
His are crooked and malicious
Watching me squirm, crying

My daddy is not safe
I know now because he was taken away
But I thought this form of love was ordinary

I didn't mean to get him in trouble
But I was afraid when his hand was my muzzle
Now everyone looks at me like I'm made of glass

My mom says I can't talk to him
But I just don't get it
He said he wouldn't hurt me

My daddy wears orange
Mom answers his phone call with a look of warning
His clothes are in boxes down in the basement

There's a stack of papers on the counter
That mom's been staring at for the past hour
I think I need to help her with her homework

We make the bed with stains across the mattress
I don't think I can keep up with this practice
I pretend I don't see the guilt in mom's eyes

My mom and I sleep next to each other at night
Because we're both afraid he'll appear in the morning light
Looming over us with his hungry eyes
For the 1/4
Do not keep quiet
Ignore the size of the portion
This is healthy
Ignorance is bliss

Cut and slice
Count the pieces the knife and fork create
Slip into old routine

Eat one cookie... eat five
Who cares?
You're this shape already

Turn the shower on twice a day
Watch it all wash down the drain
Hate the way you adore the acidic burn

Count the numbers
You're not wiz at college algebra
But you can count the calories, pounds, and body mass

Watch the flab vanish into sweat
Run for two hours a day
Do crunches until your innards explode

Faint in the shower
Forget what time of day it is
Sleep is now nonexistent due to hunger

Ward off the war within your belly
Empty is clean
Pain is beauty

Your teeth are rotting
From the lies about your meal plan
And your citric stomach

Compare yourself to all of them
Observe the way they enjoy it
They love the freedom of cuisine

Your mouth is watering
It's a good thing food cannot travel
Through a television screen

Cry at family gatherings and holidays
Your mother's eyes glaring across the table
While you wish you could vacate the skin you're in

Uncertainty is your best friend at this point
Indecisiveness and hatred are nothing out of the ordinary
Your mere thoughts are a whirlwind

And there's nothing romantic about it
For myself
(This is the fastest free verse I've ever written)
Some boy wrote a note to my daughter:
"Your voice, a thing divine."
He quoth the bard of yesteryear
Love shared, by design

"Dad! My ovaries just exploded!"
What every father wants to hear
Well done, young lad. Well said
Love spoken, crushes fear

My care for her, unmatched
No mimic is available
So, I will speak with words attached
To love that is invisible
Love language challenge. The focus here is "words of affirmation."
There is a person
I've always known
Yet will never get to meet

Everyone
That I know
Has met her

All...
But me

I see her sometimes
Through others' eyes

I may catch a glimpse
Temporarily

We share the same dreams,
Fears and doubts

I know her
Very personally

Yet only through a looking glass
Am I allowed a peek
At the face I know so well

Yet will never get to see

My view is only
Of my reflection

So unfortunately

I'll never see
What others do
When they look at me
Thoughts transcribed, easy essay
Poetry profound, feelings found,
Emotions unbound
Consult kiosk, medium or sayer of sooth
For answers to riddles seek out earthly sleuth
They lie, can't you tell?
The wise know the quelle
the Word, the bearer of truth
Limerick challenge. Not obscene.
Star Wars, X-Men
CoD, Pacific Rim
Lego brick, Ranger Rick
Graphic novel, the Tick

World War history
Model cars, chemistry
Nerf gun, Comicon
Myth Buster Byron

Extra credit, Cosplay
Risk, Chess, Anime
Billy Nye, ask why
You're the one, don't deny
Ode to my son
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