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Oh Father of Mine~

You are meant to hold me;

In a small they might say.

A gripping embrace like a warm blanket.

Though your hands were rough, from not work, but a rope.

A rope tied to my life, my opinions, my views.

You're hands cause my nightmares, my screams.

You're hands caused my silence.

I'll hold myself now, oh Father of mine.

Choking, being dragged,

I wont be a slave no more.

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Under The Covers~

Hush little baby don't say a word.

Mama and daddy wish you never heard,

And if taken back oh how mama would.

All the screaming, all your sane.

How you wish it back again.

Through the grabbing, through your cries,

Mommy wishes to stop your lies.

Oh no run here's his hurt,

Now he'll take you for desert.

Daddy never listens, daddy always hides.

He gets his pleasure then says goodnight.

So you sing your rockabye.

Hush little baby don't you cry,

I know that wasn't right.

Don't you listen, don't you cry.

It's not your fault.

Don't say goodbye.

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Different Places for Us~

Creature, Creature, where do you roam?

Above all the skies,

Around the deep thoughts of the sea,

Or on Middle Earth,

With your search about here for me?

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Throughout the Breeze~

Heal these broken wings.

Even if they can no longer fly,

Let their beauty be seen.

Pleading, screaming, and obedience is what was taught.

Make them feel the gentle breeze throughout the sky,

Even if they can no longer fly.

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Smother~

Please release me from your grip

Squeezing tighter it absorbs my screams

I!..CAn’t....breathe..

Just please let me go

drowning in floods it throws me

LET ME GO!

NOW!

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It’s Still a Mug~

Today I opened the cabinet

To find a glass.

Looking closely at different sizes

small, tall, and big.

All were good, but none suited

me.

“Ah perfect,” smiling reaching carefully for it I found 

A nice red and white mug,

Holding it with care, I do,

bring the mug to the counter.

About to pour my water, is when I noticed something

different.

The mug was chipped.

It made me smile, yet again.

Pouring my water, like I do everyday;

the mug became full.

If my lip got cut, it got cut.

If my water got warm, it got warm,

I didn’t care.

I will fix it.

I can give more water.

Just because it’s chipped, doesn’t mean it doesn’t work.

People will tell me to get a new one,

I wont.

Tomorrow, I will wake up,

Rinse and cleanse you, and give you my water.

Because you are

My mug,

I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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Can’t be~

Blue is still.

Blue is will.

Blue isn’t mad.

Blue isn’t bad.

Blue can heal.

Blue can feel.

Blue can’t be troubling.

Blue can’t be stumbling.

I want to be blue,

please, let me be blue.

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Hobble of Me’s and I’s ~

Fun thing to have a tip of: 

Read on the second time, only the first lines.

Here I stand in my messy room, 

Neat it’s not, but only small and tattered.

Lazy is what one would assume, of me.

Clothes piled, light dim, and no seen glass shattered.

Here I stand in my messy room.

Watching my bed; all that mattered.

The place I release my hopes and gloom.

Where every thought was focused yet scattered.

Resting in silence enough to hear your boom,

watching my bed; all that mattered.

I sit thinking about what and whom.

Fingers like mice puttered and pattered. 

It’s still gentle through all this doom.

Feeling like Alice; Duked and Hattered.

I sit thinking about what and whom.

Hurting it holds me truly flattered.

Eyes wondering with blinks resetting like a loom.

Young already battered,

Nestled in my own little tomb.

Hurting it holds me truly flattered.

Blanket protecting me while I hum, “Hm.”

Everything seemingly bettered,

though cars still pass by with the music and their vroom.

Watching the stars cross makes me splattered.

Blanket protecting me while I hum, “Hm.” 

On a simple bed, a home tattered,

where I belong, that I de-plume.

Lying not nattered.

Here I sleep in a room,

on a simple bed, a home tattered. 

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Even When The Skies are grey~

Every night is painful as possible, but when I close my eyes and listen gently, I hear you.

When the stars are bright as they can shine, there you are.

You’re gone but days where the skies aren’t blue, I know you can still see me.

This choking feeling hasn’t left, since things flipped around on us.

When I don’t know what to do, I close my eyes and listen carefully to your words.

Because I will always love you, even when the skies are grey.

This screaming is painful, but then there’s your smile and everything becomes focused. 

Him and his words are on repeat for constant hours in my days.

You’re the reason I stayed up thinking about what could have been.

What could have been different,

What could have been the things I could have done,

and what could have been if this semi truck didn’t hit us.

“So not fair, I could only imagine,” you said to me when we first met. 

Those words like the rest are dripping from my eyes because all I can think is so not fair, I could only imagine. 

They called you flavor of the month, but you were truly my favorite.

Your sweetness and your gentle look even when I couldn’t have you, you’re still my favorite. 

You remembered how much I loved the snow, thank you, My Dear. 

It’s time to sleep now, nighty night, Baby. I love you and miss you so much.

Every night I will say this to you even when I can see you when I sleep. 

Even When the skies are grey, I will always love you. 

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Past Time~

What am I doing?

It's claws tares away more.

Flashing a smirk showing it's pleasure, it sits there toying.

It makes me want to scream.

No one hears,

Me.

No one sees,

Me.

I hear me.

Yes, I see me as well.

"Ha, ha, ha.", chuckling pressing play again, it sits dead center.

"Stop it, haven't you torn enough.", I almost cry but it would be of no use.

So I stay here; a picture.

Besides I know better.

So there, we all sit.

"Ha, ha, ha.", it pets me, they all pet me.

All their claws are numb to me now; barely tickling.

I'm just waiting for the next show.

Click... Click... Click...

Here we go.

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What's Happening ~

With change comes growth. Every look, conversation, or road turn. And you should go with change. Later people will judge and/or Laugh like you’re on just for laughs. Help yourself even if you’re different, Anything can hold you back if you let it. Very little will if you just lift yourself up. Even when the odds Are down Change Have faith And trust and believe in yourself! No one can tell you what defines you. Change, go down your own path Even if it takes time, be grateful, wait.

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Loving moments~

Warmth, so close. Those wants finally surfacing. Passion and gentle touches. Those wants melting. “I’m finally with you”, the soft voice spoke. Those wants finally real.

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Fading History~

What is it? A mark, a trait, or a story. Nothing but a trail of growth. Nothing but an impact of character. Nothing but another memory. Why are they neglected? They’re gifts of beauty

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False Accusations~

Why are you blaming the innocent? An angels tear traces my cheek, Whilst the devil’s smirk lies on him. Frozen. In this chair, pictures of life flying by. His gaze burns my mind, or is it the fear of being gone. Unable to see tomorrow. Bang! Zap! The switch goes off. Screams fill the silence, but all I hear is his laughter. Why are you blaming the innocent?

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Life in a Corner~

They surround me, but I sit alone. Their white figures paint the room. I hold my breath. Afraid. I feel empty; Like it’s swallowing me. So I let it, allowing me to disappear.

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Fixed then Broken ~

I just wished your pain would stop. That if I stayed, it go away. Fixed then broken, I just hoped your pain stopped. But I caused you to go away.

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Bright eyes ~

I’m so sick of this,feeling, It’s burning me up, like a virus. Don’t know how much I can stand - before, I fall. When I go to speak tears are just - brimming my world. How come? I used to smile with you, that now, everything floods. Really I wanted to make you happy, even though you made me cry. The things I thought about was those - bright eyes. But I guess this was nothing but a ruse, nothing but a lie. If I recalled everything, then I hear your whispers ‘Pathetic…. Annoying…. Unwanted’. If I stay in the darkness I can’t see you, but I have to face your light again, but as I feel the pain through me. I cover my eyes to shield from it. Because you, are me.