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Janessa Luna Feb 2014
To think i actually cared at one point.
It's pathetic, you've always been that.
Like a child scraping their knee, talking about booboos for days.
To say i loved you at one point.
It's pathetic.
The word i love most because it describes anything we had once.
The word, who's face so stunningly glorious.
You laugh and smile in my presence.
At the thought of me?
At the thought of someone who actually cared for you?
Is pathetic.
I despise your prensence.
Sickness
The Plague you spread.
Death
The love i had
Caring
The things unsaid
Loving
Never to be done again
You
A Thing i experienced.
You're lost love.
I'm sorry that things went to hell.
Because this Thing that i feel isn't burning desire anymore.
Nor is it hatred.
It's nothing, an empty pit of darkness with one ray of glancing light.
I asked someone how you're doing today.
I looked for you today to give you the mix i held onto.
So **** me?
Maybe you should think about the way you go through people.
The way you go through life
So unsatisfied.
I'm not going to have anymore idiotic "Poem Wars"
I have eyes to see.
You needed
You need
more
love
care
pain
and everything i couldn't stand to give.
My sanity is back.
I realize, i didn't Love you.
Honestly,
I just think.
Honestly,
I just liked your music and your thighs.
Stop the *******. And i'm keeping your mixes.
Xander King Jul 2015
When I was a Girl who's only super power was sleeping and crawling
My mother passed away
Left my father to raise two young children all on his own
He gave up everything for us
Sold the restaurant he had spent years saving to build
The motorcycle he swore would always be his
The one that set off car alarms and ******* neighbors.

When I was a girl who's greatest superpower was my ability to make imaginary friends
I thought my dad was superman
He fixed scraped knees
Fended off scary bugs
And beat impossible levels on video games.
I never realized it but he did more noble feats than kiss booboos and squish spiders.
Money never came easy to us, most of the time my father stayed unemployed so he could raise two children with love
Raised us on the retirement from fighting like captain America for our country

When I was a girl who's super power consisted of seeing the good in the world I always wondered why my dad didn't eat with us most days
Or why the lights sometimes went off
And water was cold
I know now that my superhero chose to pay for food for us over bills
And spread Mac and cheese boxes to last a lifetime
He gave up the comfort of food so we could have full tummies
And for that I'll always be grateful

When I was a girl who's super power was selfishness
I hoped for a mother
Wished on every birthday cake and shooting star
Praying to one day have a mom.
I paid the price for my selfishness
My wish came true the day my dad brought his new fiancé home

When I was a girl who's superpower was invisibility
My stepmother told me my mom never wanted me
Called her a useless **** head
And called me stupid.
I saw my father less and less
And At first he swooped in to save me from the wounds of her words.
But she stole his cape.

I am a girl with the power to masquerade as a woman now
And I speak only a few words to my father a week
My stepmothers words still wound me
But she is my fathers kryptonite
Stripping him of his powers leaving behind a tired man.
she has pulled our family from poverty and for that I'm grateful
But I'll never forgive her being the reason my fathers cape lay folded in the closet.
And every time I hear my father say he misses me it sounds like an apology for the last six years!
And when I say it back
I hope he can hear the begging to see him more.
My dad used to tell me he loved me every night before I went to sleep
Now we go days without saying it.
Without seeing each other
And now every time I hear it whispered under his breath as he gives a quick hug so the hulk doesn't see
It still sounds like the booming voice of the hero who carried me all the way home at three after getting stung by a wasp on the webbing of my finger and sobbing like I was going to die
And I feel the lump in my throat swell every time I echo it back like sonar
And can still see whisps of a cape behind him as he diffuses dr.dooms time bomb by saying the dish in the sink is his and sneaking me a wink.
I refuse to lose my dad to distance before I lose him to disease.

I am a girl learning how to control the power of the world around me
My father is dying.
Liver giving out from years of untreated disease after years of putting his health aside.
And he pulls oh his cape every time he smiles like a rain after a 100 year drought and tells me
'I'll be okay. You know I'm invincible.'
And I always say that I do forcing insincerity out of my voice.
I can see the weight of the cape he has worn for so long take its toll
His back is arching from the weight of having to be strong
A bulletproof savior of this family.
So I will take it from him.
Bear the burden of being strong and putting others needs before me.
I will shelter him under it whenever deadshot's bullets of insults come flying.
Because even though at times I thought I lost him.
With or without a cape
My farther is still my hero.

And I am a girl learning to be his.
late fathers day thing.. He'll never read this.
nicoii Dec 2016
dense, warm air and sticky grins were prominent during those sunny summer days
tripping over our friends and muffled laughter
grass stained shorts and muddy fingernails
wet, curly locks of dark hair and bare feet squishing against the grass
kids are known to be careless
a big bowl of fresh strawberries is placed onto the plaid blanket spread across the prickly grass blades
and we shoved our hands in quickly to see who could get the huge strawberry in the middle first
some blades of grass stuck right through the blanket and poked our legs hard enough to make it sting but it didnt phase us
neither did our grimy hands as we devoured the delicious fruit.
we were messy kids. the juice dripped down our arms, creating a translucent river of rosy red juice
you licked yours up but i stared at mine, intrigued as the river followed my veins and settled in the crooks of my bent elbow
i couldnt resist slurping it up eventually though
strawberries were always my favorite

several years later it isnt the same
the red river dripping down my arm, following my veins and settling in my bent elbow didnt taste the same as the sweet strawberries of summertime.
the gashes on my arm werent from an intense game of tag with a friend
or from rolling around in the grass too roughly
these gashes were more than just booboos
mommy couldnt kiss these and make them all better
mommy couldnt make them disappear
i couldnt make them disappear
i made them appear
they are here to stay, and not some sticky juices from a summertime delight
they were sticky juices from a wintertime despair.
a twisted mind
a long sleeved hoodie in 90 degree weather
a sad excuse as to why it was a hoodie instead of a t shirt or a tank top
a bit lip to hold back the tears
a friend who tried their hardest, but couldnt notice and brushed it off
a forever tainted mind

whenever someone offers me strawberries
i take them, even if i am filled to the brim or sick of strawberries altogether
because maybe if i overdose on strawberries
my mind will blur
and all the memories of the thick, dark red river of wintertime despair
will all become replaced with strawberry juice
and i will wake up
and it will have been nothing but a fever dream.
Willow Grierson Jul 2014
You took care of all of my booboos
Kissed all my scars
But when mental woes came
I was discard.
I am terrified now,
to come to you,
I don't want you to look at me
Like I'm twisted.
Worthless,
I felt like that for three ******* years!
But when it's your mother,
the pain is so much more unbearable than you thought
For anyone owning a pc
Does not have it worse than me
I have a degree in technology
Oh computer gods hear my plea

I went from windows 7 to ten and back again
I encounter viruses from now until then
I work crazy hours to fix pc issues
Could someone please hand me some tissues

I am going through the pc tech blues
This is a living to help pay my dues
The customers' pc is putting up a fight
But we will go at it all night until i get it right

I will not let one problem be missed
My dear pc your booboos will be kissed
I work hard to provide excellent service
Now some pc's make me nervous

Pc tech blues cannot fix it i will repair your parts
Even if the cost breaks a few hearts
That's what I will have to do
To make you pc good as new

The pc tech blues I struggle
for you pc i will manage and juggle
I will fix your troubles fast and swift
For my customer fixing you is my gift
This about a pc tech who has daily struggles with fixing pcs and this shows us a glimpse of what computer technicians deal with on the daily and what goes through their head.
RMatheson Oct 2014
to the rhythm of "Miss Muffet"*

A lone little girl
sat in her room
holding her stuffie so tight.
The terrible shadows
wrapped close about her
forcing her sad eyes to cry.

she cut at the shadows
but cut only herself
wishing the shadows would leave.
she dreamed of a plant
that could bloom over her booboos
where she had made herself bleed.

Her shame was so mean
and crawled bout the corners
where all the mean memories lay.
"Can't sumbudy save me
an chase out the night,
befow I cut mysef away?"

When suddenly to
her surprise and delight
the door opened, pouring in light.
The shadows hissed cruel
as they slinked off in fear,
cursing and suffering blight.

The sound of His voice
was all that it took
to chase the bad memories away.
"Come to Daddy's arms
my sweetest of treasures,
Daddy's now here to stay."

"you will not be scared.
you will not have fright,
as long as you hold Me tight.
Daddy will be here
to cuddle you close,
all throughout the night."
I am myself Feb 2014
I am a terrible student
I can't focus
I rarely study
If I know an answer I don't know how

I am a terrible employee
I get angry at customers
I'm not always in a good mood
And I've made a target of myself

I am not a good daughter
I've lied
Cheated
And I start fights and argue all the time

I am a good friend
There is nothing I wouldn't do for a friend
I would drop anything
And run to help a friend

I am a good girlfriend
I'll kiss you when you are sick make you better
Do whatever you want
Anything to be with you

I am a good sister
I will beat up a **** who messes with you
I will tell you when you're being stupid
And I'll do everything I can to make you smile

I am a good Aunt
I tell the kiddos how the Doctor keeps away the monsters
I hold them when they cry
And kiss away the booboos

I may not be good
Not all the way through
But parts of me are
And that is who I am
Colleen Reilly May 2017
I hate that you're the only thing I see when I close my eyes.
I hate that.
I hate the way your old hands touched my young skin,
I hate the way you made my young hands touch you.
I was a naive trusting little lamb,
You, you were a big deceiving lion,
And I was your prey.
I wanted to learn and you were willing to teach,
But there was a miscommunication of what was meant to be taught.
You wanted to teach me how to touch you,
And I wanted to learn how to spell.
I never did learn how to spell the only word I needed.
Help.
I didn't learn anything to be honest,
Only the fear of love,
Of touch,
Of men; including my own father, uncle, and grandfather who has a hard time writing his own name.
I feared walking into school and it only got worse as time went on.
But Mr. Kiss,
If that's even your real name,
I want to thank you.
You did teach me something that I'll always hold with me,
You taught me what it's like out in the "real" world.
You taught me the most valuable thing I know;
Not everyone is who they claim to be.
You can hide, repress, ignore all the memories you want;
But hiding, repressing, ignoring doesn't undo the damage already done.
Me, growing and loving and treating people the way I wasn't treated is what will help to heal the booboos you left behind.
So, again, Mr. Kiss, thank you for doing your "job" and teaching me what I needed to know.
Sincerely;
Not a victim,
But a girl with feelings.
achuthan Mar 2018
we protest
raising voice against molestation.
first we all stand ,
growing in stature.
then we walk robed in skin.
what will you do?

don’t gaze like this.
we sit bare from toe to head
what will you do?

don’t be the pack of snarling wolves
our crannies are veiled
with downy lips which tremour.

bold you are, amorous too,  
our booboos swell
don’t take care of them
unless consensual.

don’t gaze like this
our thighs
are neither wheat-toned  nor white,
for you to satisfy.
they are as black as possible.

don’t embarrass you jacks
or don’t give a snort of disgust
we are black.
yet we can entice you
to raise your eyebrows
if your gazes and scents
arms and legs and crotches
are consensual.

or else,
not all coquettish,
come hither
to award you all
a ten nautical miler kick and punch
we are strong.
recently molestation has become day-to-day affairs. it's a poem of protest against it
Vera Rice May 2020
I never would have ever dreamed that one day I could lose my mother, sister, niece, and nephew. Until one day my greatest fear came like a thunderstorm in one fateful day.

My day started like normal I got up had coffee, played a few games on my phone spending time with my husband, then I was making a very important phone call about a bill. My baby sister beeped in not thinking it was important and I would call her back later after my bill phone call.

When she beeped in the second time with my bill phone call, I was upset with her and I switched to her call and I screamed out at her. I said what twice until finally, I said hello, she said ***** mama is fine but nobody knows how Missy is doing.

She started to tell me that they had been hit head-on by a drunk driver, I couldn't listen anymore and I handed the phone to my husband who had to tell me everything after the phone call. I jumped on the web and started calling a lot of hospitals but I couldn't find the one they were in.

Finally, my husband told me to use my head, to calm down and think carefully for a moment, I did what he told me to and I got on Facebook and seen my big sister's post and I called her to find out that she had shattered her knee, our mother was in ICU with a fractured c-vertebrae in her neck, a fractured heel on her driving foot five broken ribs and to top it all of her lungs collapsed on her.

I couldn't listen to my big sister my husband had to get the information for me because I couldn't stand the thought of losing my mother, I was told that my niece and nephew was okay that they only had bruises from the crash and that they were with my stepdad who had ***** me at the tender age of twelve.

Later that night I talked to him and he told me that my niece and nephew were in Children's hospital in Columbus, Ohio. I called the hospital and talked to my niece and found out she had a broken arm, and that my nephew only had bruises from the crash.

They had me come up to Ohio to help them until they could walk without support and be able to drive themselves to their therapy. It took them two months to get better, now their ability to help themselves without me. Now that I know that I could lose my mother because she isn't invisible that she is and has always been fragile.

That is one day I could have lost her forever, it would **** me to lose my mother, not only because she is the one who gave birth to me because she has always protected my big sister, my baby sister and me from the beatings of mine and my baby sister's father. She was always wiping my tears away when I was sad when I was a little girl.

She would always kiss my booboos away, she would sing and read me to sleep. She always seemed to be invisible to me, nothing could and never would ever hurt my mother, including death. Death couldn't even touch my mother, but I got the biggest wake-up call in my life when I could have lost her.

She isn't perfect by no means and she wasn't the greatest mother ever, she has beaten me to she has blamed me for things that weren't my doing, she left me and my baby sister alone without food for two weeks at a time. I became a mother at the age of twelve to my baby sister, but with all of the things she did in the past I still love my mother and I don't ever want to lose her, if it came down to my mother and my father, it would hurt me more to lose my mother than my father and both of my sister's agree with me wholeheartedly.

My father and my big sister's father are pieces of ****, but we still love them, but we just love our mother more. So I have faced my greatest fear and I can proudly say that I still have my mother here with me thank God.
I never want to feel that scared feeling of thinking that I almost lost my mother, my big sister, my niece, and my nephew.

I can sleep peacefully knowing that their alive, well, and still with me. By: Vera Rice!
I wrote this just recently after I found out that my family is doing alright

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