Poetry

Trying to make the noise in my brain sound pretty

[prince-ashitaka]

All good things melt away

By : Chase Mendoza-Brutsche

The bats swarm the chimney

Devouring the insects above

We sit and watch

Devouring ice cream on the porch

I am happy

And you are nothing but my dad

Not yet a monster

Construed by a web of lies

New friends inquire about you

There is not a need

“ I love him but things are so complicated”

I just smile and say

“I love my dad. He is my hero”

Untouched by the wrong doings of your past

Tomorrow your unconditional love

will become nothing more than a fleeting memory

But tonight

Tonight we sit and laugh

Telling ridiculous stories

Eating ice cream

Tonight you are not a liar

A manipulator, Cheater ,abuser, a pedo

Tonight you are nothing but my dad

Your love is sweet

Will we ever share ice cream again ?

[prince-ashitaka]

Lets create a house where yelling means we’re having fun. When you hear a door slam you know it was accidentally pulled with too much strength, not slammed out of anger. When there is silence, it is Contentment, not another passive aggressive fight. The dog is no longer barking to protect, he simply just wants the cats to play with him. Let’s create a safe, warm environment that makes you feel like you can breathe, not hold your breath. Let’s stomp on the eggshells we use to tip toe on. Together we will make this house into a home. And welcome all with open arms into this kind and loving space.