FatherFatherFather2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You couldn’t let me have that one word
In all the time I was your son
You were never my father
Perhaps it was the for the best
You never were a good parent
Yet I know you cared
And that makes it so much worse
To know you were trying
That you thought yourself good
I love you
But I had to go
I hate you.You think you can hide? Not anymore...I hate you.8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have broken her....
I'm just waiting and watching till she kicks your sorry ass out the door.
RegretsNever had I noticed how bright her eyes wereRegrets10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or how dark her hair was.
I should have asked her about her life
While she still had one.
I sat before her as she laid
Like a withered flower at the end of its days.
Wrapped in white silk, closed in a black box,
She was our present to God.
My family mourned, the birds mourned,
Even He weeped that day
As I and my brothers
Towed our dear mother away.
Never had I noticed how soft her hands were
Or how warm her hugs were.
I should have asked how well she was everyday
Before the illness came.
We lowered her so she could rise
And watch us like she always have,
And cared for us like she always had.
Something I should done in the past.
My strength faltered.
As the dirt rose higher, my heart sank deeper
Each layer placed filled its place
And clouded my vision of her face.
Never had I thought to visit her in the infirmary,
On the brink
BotheredHow often must "leave me alone" be a partBothered6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
of my sentence before I am left alone?
Don't bother me when I bother me;
I am the only one who should.
Dead people don't speak,
so what's the point in asking
if I'm alive after I've answered
your knock on my door?
I reduce myself to silence
to make you uncomfortable;
the stare is supposed to
make your very skin crawl.
"Ignore them and they'll go away"
does not apply to attention seekers
but giving them attention
only feeds the addiction,
making this a frustrating situation.
I give up on being nice.
Patria PotestasDel cielo caenPatria Potestas6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
gotas de arsénico
sobre el recuerdo del parque
donde aprendí a caminar,
sobre fotografías que robé
sin traerme su alegría,
sobre los grilletes
con quienes crecí en rectitud
y sobre mí,
ya acostumbrado a salir sin paraguas.
HennessyIt's Sunday again - Sunday night - and the lightHennessy6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the streetlamps never goes away,
even when you close the blinds.
He can never get it dark enough,
but he tries.
And he knows she won't
ever close her eyes -
he can tell her a thousand times,
but that girl doesn't ever sleep.
Her room is always
the brightest in the house
lit up like Christmas eve, and Eve
never wanted to do the wrong thing
but sometimes we fall.
She was just a kid that first time,
and he seeped into her room like
the moonlight seeps through her blinds,
falls right on her bed,
but light can't reach her under the covers,
and she can't feel it on her skin, within,
felt so not-right.
It's Sunday night again, and the light
doesn't keep him at bay.
Waking up.You wake. Sweat dripping from your brow. You lie there. Still. Unable to move. Your eyes hurt from the morning rays beaming through a small gap in the window. Your body groans. Your arms ache, your legs throb and your mind is slow. You wonder why your awake. Your head pounds to the beat of the music you settled down to the previous night. You can't control your arm to reach out and stop the music yet. Suddenly it hits you, your awake. Another day in the madhouse you call home. You muster what energy you can to cower under the covers, away from the world. Time pass's ever so slowly. You just cant get back to sleep. You notice the house is cold from the air getting through any crack it can find in the quilt. You sigh. That music needs to shut up and you need to get warm. You lean over, your arm aching from the activity, and turn the music off. You sit up, a pain shooting through your body as it jolts more and more awake. You grab a t-shirt off the floor, hoping it will stay the cold. PutWaking up.7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This