Notes of sadness in her coffee
lack of communication in his eggs
His eyes locked on the teli
Her mind locked on yesterday's brekky

Cut up some happy memories into pieces 
peel some could'ves and would'ves
grab a few cloves of mistrust
add em all into the disappointment stew

Quiet lunch for everyone
quite the lunch for each one
savor the sadness in each bite
like the usual, flavor is just right

What's for dinner?

Heat the leftovers together
and hope everything mixes well together
hold our hands together
because the family that prays together stays together

Let's hope he finds out how to get her... back.

This is not a poem
But an ongoing problem

I slapped my dad the other day
I was so tired that's all I can say
He saw it coming
I didn't ...

My palm carried all the anger since my childhood
It carried all those years of pain
and I just swung it for less than a second.

Slap!!!

It felt good for just a second,
just for a second.
Looked at mum to apologize
But seeing her face drenched with tears wanted me to slap him again.
However her silence and exhausted eyes
drained all the rage out of me.

I had to walk out
I was scared of what else I could do.
I should be thankful
Because some people don't have a father
But I need a dad not a father.

They talked it out and apparently they cleaned their mess.
while I'm here crying grease onto my white shirt.
Trying my best to pull the ends of my lips towards my ears.
Because I have a father and I am blessed.

Play a sad song
Turn on the shower
Lean my forehead to the tiles
Eskimo kisses to myself
Sway to the tunes
Sit down on the floor
Lay down on the floor
Salty water flow down the drain

Clean up youre (a) mess
Make yourself dry
And put on a fake smile.

When you're about to sleep but you just woke up.

When you want to scream but your voice is thin.

When everything is dry but you still want to cry.

When you just want to whine but you just said you're fine.

When you just want to go but HE says no.

What do you do?

It hurts...
Being numb to the pain.

You see it coming,
But you don't do anything.

It hurts....

Sometimes at night,
to fall asleep
I turn on my brightest light.

At the highest peak of my fright,
I turn towards my ghosts
and look at the beautiful sight.

I face them,
build up the might
and just smile.

Because there's no one in my sight.