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I am a product of a broken home A summation of lost love  intertwined with lost trust   My parents broke my trust   My family tells me I am a perfect mix of  My mother and my father
Divorce is a sinking ship.  The sea parts with crashing waves.  A tsunami of destruction that floods over every part of your life.  Dad..  You left me drowning. 
The countryside whips past On the other side of the glass. I already miss it, yearn for it- The earth, the smell Of blooming apple trees. Finding a corner in Mom’s orchard To draw and be alone
    It was difficult to hear at such a young age. She should’ve known it was bound to happen. They weren’t happy anymore.
  I am from Starbucks and skinny girls in mansions. I am from can I feel your hair and is it real ?
I always thought my parents were happy together, I attatched myself to that idea like a tether. As I grew older, they grew colder. Secrets softly spread shattering and shaking my innocent soul.
if there’s a record for crying my mom’s coming to take it because my dad wants love and what he has with my mother ain’t itthis is the man i looked up to
Alone Am I independent or lonely? I don’t know   Loneliness A word that has become synonymous with sadness but started out as just being alone
The world is full of wonder. Trees to climb, creeks to splash in. Daddy comes home, the swing goes higher and higher. I scrape a knee, mommy fixes it with a kiss. Then comes the dark times.
This Kid   I look out the window and see blue sky Picking up bugs and chasing butterflies The days are long with play, naps and laughing This kid is just beginning  
  It was 9 o’clock I was 9 My mom said “come on girls, I guess it’s time” She sat us down and held her breath and with a big sigh She looked at us and said
Blonde hair in pigtails and those curious blue eyes. She lived in a fairytale Dad's joy and pride.   One day he left home she didn't understand. Mom said it had been coming
Mommy and Daddy don’t love each other anymore. They probably never did. So the wedding came and the baby did too. But Daddy had to deploy to Afghanistan, twice.
It begins with: 3 sisters with familial love built from brick, 6 hands encumbered with budding sunflowers, 6 feet that were miles from homesick, and
I lived three years on a dusty trundle bed, In a small room. A lock on the window.   I would cry myself into dreams shroud in dust.
Cheating Childhood Created by: Eric M. Jimenez   Life was great! Here comes my father never late! I lived and I laughed!
I did not know who I was There were things I enjoyed But none took up much more than my peripheral- I was fixated on how and when I would leave.   One day, he walked into my room-
Saw what I want not to see The breeze brought me there To the dead space, motionless Populated with colors and html code Populated with diaphanous smiles Images of shop windows
Being a child is a special time One in which you look up to your guardians And think - I want to be like them - As strong as my father And as kind as my mother
There is so much pain and it makes your heart feel sore, but what I am dealing with right now is my parent's divorce, I worry about this situation every day, so I kept silent but the pain would not go away,
The Strike The Final Blow My word? No.   No was used to stop the abuse No was said to blow out the fuse.   The fuse of anger had turned to grief, and the fuse
The world is so beautiful when you are young Full of so many possibilities that fill your mind and fill your heart Daddy says I can do anything when I grow up,
Her eyes are just like the deep blue ocean; His smile shines as bright as the sun above. When she looks at him she sees devotion. He knows she is everything he's dreamed of.
Feels like a suffocating nightmare  Your heart constantly pounding as though it will burst out of your skin Your eyes filled with tears 
Waves Mama, I’m sorry. I could say those words so many times
O you of strong shoulders Hands quaking, aching to hold boulders In place of warm hands and hot meals Your hoe carving furrows Sending a message, it burrows  Deep into my heart.   
Poetry has always seemed to be in my life, in my blood even My father is a poet, for my mother at least He wrote them when he was happy when my mother was pregnant with me
   My heart pounds as hateful words storm my ears My hurt is flooding like my tears
Let's be lonely together We'll sit by the fire and you might call me a liar Cause I stole some Monopoly money while you turned your back Or I stole some of your food and had a light snack
Engraving on the hilt inlaid with gold Newly daubed with tar of flesh and bone A ruddy smearing on the blade Tearing ‘tween muscle, marrow A carving of the heart
Splashing, flowing, leaking Over my fingertips, spilling at my feet Spirit bleeding Joy fleeting   fleeing  
I believe we may have missed it the year of reconciliation The prospect of harmony, of order Just a smidgen from symmetry the precarious plane tipped
I stood there in the quiet accompanied by the swirling Zephyros A still voice piercing, emanating, delving And my brows furrowed, face contorting
Marble halls echo the dirge Mournful walls lament There’s wailing atop the cascade of stone the descending slabs, the threshing floor there’s beating of the pulp
It has been fifteen years. Sometimes I wonder If when I cry you shed tears, too, and I wonder Will I go deaf soon? I try to drown out your shouting matches. The percussion leads your voice. The great wave crashes
A true love’s kiss, a myth yet every girl believes in the princess tale, Believing Cupid with his mighty arrow shoots accurately from his sail, Cuddles, first kisses, anniversaries ever so sweet,
Divorce   The word divorce is defined as the legal dissolution of a marriage by a court or other competent body, But that’s not all it means.  
  Looking at the stars Thinking about the place I go every day, The place I call home But it doesn’t feel that way.   Home feels like bad dream
Dear Dad,   Sometimes I wish I never met you. 1,000 miles used to be the only distance,  But now we're quite through. And yet, I still think about your existence.
Dear Mom,   He was there for you. He loved you, kept you in his arms each night. Until you went to another.
Dear Sister,   The first time we met  You were 5 He was 7 I was 1   There were two sets of parents One for y’all One for me Full sets, 2 in each  
There’s a name for whatever this is— You call it a beautiful agony because you’ve got a lot to lose I call it a chaotic chemistry to maintain my flow   It was an off-day for you
my parents fell out of love screaming silently they never fought, it was only tight lipped smiles and white knuckles on coffee mugs not listening when the other spoke and finding away to disagree
How could she not understand The pain she is causing her children She believes that my father will take all of us And he isn't holding us captive its our choice
40% of marriages end in divorce 40% of vows taken are empty promises Empty lies Empty nothingness. They take you, to have and to hold from this day forward
There is a picture That sits in my closet. I dare not pull it out-- It reminds me of the truth that Once was.  
  My chest is tight My throat is closing  My stomach is in a knot I feel my heart breaking I close my eyes I feel you, next to me You are noiseless  You are cold 
I've heard the phrase countless times. It goes something like,  "Cheaters never prosper." I have now lived long enough and seen enough, experienced enough to know there is a way around everything.
I was five the first time I heard my parents fight,Their tongues forking lightning in flippant tones.Even now I can hear the resounding booms that shook our home,And people wonder why I’m terrified of thunderstorms. I was nine the first time the w
We knew that our parents' divorce was coming Before they had my sister and I sit at the table I knew before they told us, heartbeats drumming I knew to prepare myself for the 'divorced child' label
Dear Future Child(ren) I was only sixteen when I told your grandparents I never wanted to be like them.To start off on that note is probably the least positive I could've done, I'm aware.
Find my peace of mind, the meaning of its bind, I keep searching through the mine with no success I have yet to find.   Open up your eyes, seek past all the lies, break all of those ties
A Letter to an Absent Father   Dear father- or rather to the man Who simply donated DNA. I'm not sure if I can call you "Dad" Anymore because a father is 
  I am afraid of the dark and falling and those shadows you see in the corner of your eye. And all of these fears probably stem from that time when I was young,
That empty-headed smell lingers in the house chanting his name as it swims through the chilling breeze. His name. His name spits out of mouths and into my ears.
My Dear Cold-Blooded Father,
Dear mother I know you didn't mean to I know you didn't want it to hurt me  Dear mother why couldn't you see my pain  Why couldn't you hear my cry Didn't you know I had a storm inside 
Because I love you When I was crumbling, the world morphing  Spinning around me like a top in Wonderland I still came to you, and pulled myself together I stitched you up, Put you together,
Nineteen years ago, Your son was born, A beautiful boy with Serious brown eyes and Contempt for parental contact.   Seventeen years ago, I entered the world, An ugly pink piglet with
Dear Mom, We've been through alot together, When you and Dad broke up a was still a baby, All I know was my blanket and pacifier,
A father is the person who should stay by your side, the person who helps you, when you want to hide. He should be that person you can count on to put you back together, the person who makes you feel light as a feather.
The me of yesterday, is fading, She was callous, angry, sanctimonious. She was abiding of God and a sinner in one, She is no longer living, from dust to dust.  
He said he loved her.  Shouting matches, leaving her with a life he helped create, he said he loved her.  He said he loved her too.
such a simple time with love in your eyes it was but a rhyme filled with sorrowed sighs   Ivory Skin Satin Sheets You were MY in But you never released  
Three rooms, Three people - Family: Mommy, daddy, me. We are as one Not enemies. But that's what they don't see. We sit behind closed doors Each in a different room.
Do dreams really come true? Do Fairy God Mothers' really believe in,  "Bippidie Boopidie Boo"? Do needs and desires have a common rhyme? Then, why do I feel like I am running out of time?   
I rest in darkness and despairYet dawn cuts through blackHope floods in, answer to prayerAll systems go: we seem on track
Explosions are everywhere Crash, the earth shakes The flood gates open And chaos breaks All you can do is watch with wide eyes
And there we were deteriorating. Where were you when we were degenerating. And here you lack some empathy. And our corrupt hearts are worsening, regressing.   Go ahead and mourn with other people.
My father stumbles in Feet tripping over- Heel toe, heel toe At a quarter to 2 -Am, of course   My mother is asleep in her bed
Twenty-Sixteen. Year of chance, year of love, year of heartbreak. Love was lost as partners left, Loneliness engulfed kids as divorce struck them Leaving them longing-
I should have started writing this poem years ago When I witnessed the jars and jabs firsthand That stems from a spirit that’s traveled a harsh and brutal land Conflict when two forces meet each other there arises a
DivorceFrom the Latin term,DivortiumMeaning separation.No questions askedThis is what it is.The divorce between thoseWho brought you to the Place you are now. Like an IVStuck in my hand With anesthesia free flowingThroughout my bloodstream. I fell
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Father has become a forgotten word, Lost in the back of my head. Every now and then, he appears in her lips. Every now and then, I get to hear what I missed.
Divorce was always an ugly word.My parents got a divorce when I was 3 And all I could see growing up Was how much They resented each other. And I couldn't help but wonder Why they got married in the first place. What possessed them to take the plu
"Listen to the forest. Breathe; this is home." When I say this to myself, I am you. I become Daddy's footprints. My first steps were on top of feet with fingers held in weathered hands
Mommy's eyes look sad, but she is laughing. Daddy's upstairs he is napping. We sit at dinner waiting alone. The next second is always unknown. Daddy wakes up and everything goes quiet.
At thirteen I lost my reason to live, my sister, Virginia, became a stillborn My heart was torn in not two, but a hundred pieces A demon was created inside of my head I was told from others she deserved to die
Sitting by myself Daddy’s crying in the corner Mommy left us behind But I have to be a strong little soldier   Feeling abandoned not just by her But by the tears I try to hide
Things are never going to be the same.   Hesitant to speak, I nod in understanding, considering him with my full attention.  His calloused hands have been subjected to heavy strain,
This is my tomb, a never ending void. A creation of an alternate reality
I should have fears.I should be afraid of heights, I should be afraid of closed spaces,I should be afraid of bears.But the problem is ¨I should¨¨I should be afraid of ghosts .I´m not. I´m not of afraid of heights, I´m not afraid of closed spaces,I
It's the chick who used to sit on stairs of University High Walked the halls at lunch time, searching for peace of mind Because at home I didn't fit in, a real black She
1.     Simply, if my mother had not met my father I wouldn’t be here today. Regardless of the fact that I was an accident… I can’t live without my parents.   2.     I was never not thinking,
"I don't know how," he says to me. It's been 17 years and it only took three. Three years of my life wasted on a process; A process to let go of the one man who should promise,
I have the same wrinkles in my forehead. Just like my dad. When I scrunch my face up, I resemble him. I don’t appreciate it anymore. 
A female reflection of the man who is half of me. Created in love she says I was so why do you act angry with me? Mom, why are you sad? I am here now just as you have asked Daddy gave you what you wanted, Me
A promise is a contemptible thing Whether by word or pen or diamond ring Because most promises come from a foolish bloke Whose lips before his mind have spoke   All promises root in an abstract idea
I have a hard time associating With women who wear Sterling silver cross necklaces, Telling tales that sex is an appeal to the devil.   Monogamy is a path to a bright afterlife,
I am... I am merry, I am upbeat, I am content, I am pleased,
Fifty years in this place,
Your tainted fingertips I remember the feeling of being wrapped in recycled hands And being kissed by used lips
I Didn't Love Me   I didn't love me
Fear lingers but the power you once held over me is gone the freedom is daunting i step gently into the light
                            
I see your tears, I feel your
i never can understand how a father can leave his daughters to fend for themselves he blames them for his pain but they're caught in the game the same one he  claims he lost to their mom to  
We are not a family We are closely acquainted strangers dwelling in ignorance of each others scarred hearts. We are like the waves of an ocean crashing into one another,
they say change is a bad thing I always heat "nobody likes change" I don't find this true I live for change Change brings adventure and beauty and new life Change brings new chances and adreniline 
getting tucked into bed  kisses goodnight  telling stories  turning on nightlights   being told "i love you"  before they close the door care with the flu a broken house runaway dad
It's 2 a.m., on a cloudy night as the man trudges down the street. He looks at the ground, then over his shoulder as he stumbles over his feet.   In his hand, an almost-empty bottle of Jack
When my parents divorced each other, At the age of 5, I told myself, I will be different, I will succeed.   When cystic acne ravaged my face and body,
To the worrisome little girl I was: Things will fall into place.It’ll take time.Tears will be cried.But things will fit together again,Even if they’re all broken now.
Tom Cruise Beliefs come with steep dues. He pushed his Scientology on his child and wife Katie But she decided to become her own lady. 
There's a kind of blood, You'll only find when you've loved and feared all at once, It's thick red blood, Boiled to black charred remains. It clogs everything, It fills you everywhere,
Death from lying Always crying My souls escaping to the sky There is no love among this dark Falling from grace and torn apart Consumed by you I lost myself Lived for your love and happiness
So tell me how you spent your family's money on cheap cigars you couldn't quit Tell me how you destroyed your room to mask the pain in your heart, but you couldn't forget
  Divorce, It’s a scary thing,
Oh how far I've come
*Singing*   Sometimes I feel
Being Picked Up by an Absent Father  
Dear Dad.... I remember we used to be the closest of friends Never thought I would see the day our friendship would come to an end But people come and go People change and grow
My mother's crying My father's gone My brother's screaming I am singing,  I think I'll take a walk   My friends aren't listening My teachers don't care The walls are closing in
To have, Two halves of a family, Things can become as torn as they are worded. Through longing and disappointment, I would never want any of them to be unhappy. Through the half that makes me feel at home,
He chose how the world viewed himHe was social and lively exclaimed the pictures on the dresser;A great athlete, sung the awards on the walls,But he wasn't content, stated the moist tissues covered by the soft blankets.
No filter on my face,  Nothing taking my place, 
One time, I said I was anxious. My uncle laughed at me and told me I had nothing to be anxious about. Family.   One time, when my mom found out I was gay,
Sometimes events happen for a reason. Uncontrollable events that sweep you up like a wave and it’s better to go along with the current then die trying to fight it.
Twelve years ago in May, My parents decided  in court one day, To break their bond of marriage   I was too young  to really understand. 
Love is cruel, to the sovereign heart, men like me only known in part, struggles within that I never shared, with the one who told me that she really cared, my mind is now reeling and filled with regret, I cannot move forward, even take my next b
When I'm gone I hope they see, how dedicated a man can be, to stick it out through thick and thin, to never let the enemy win, to never walk away in shame, like the one who gave me my last name, a useless man with no real roots, a joke, a sham, a
Sorrow overwhelming my downcast soul, the death of a story yet to be told, a brand new beginning filled with so much pain, the end of an era, only darkness remains, the wife of my youth has chosen to leave, no longer have I, her warm bosom to cle
Her story started like everyone else She had two parents, two sisters And lived in a house She had friends, and family for miles and more Not knowing the rain was starting to pour  
We made a promise years ago, to love and honor even though, at times it would get hard to see, the path God laid for you and me, the storms of life come fast and hard, they mark our hopes and dreams with scars, they're meant to drive us to our kn
The feeling that you have when your families dislocated,and that special feeling of family, you wanted recreated.You want your parents to get back together,but when you ask your parents, they say that they'll never.
Guilt like blood upon his brow His family lost and torn asunder A life he swore to not disavow   He’d promised to love them forever and now  Divorce struck and all went under
I know you are hurting i am hurting too You tell me you are splitting i need  constistency security togetherness but mommy is packing and daddy is crying and the hole in the wall
~a heart once so pure Heavy with burdens ~Smiles turn to gold Shy to break, soft to hold ~molded in flawless to be just flaws ~A heavy broken smile is all I am
look into my eyes  you will see blue  look into my heart 
Teeth gleaming, always laughing, She's the captain of numerous teams, She has a multitude of friends, Hair always in place, Mascara never running.   She walks home alone.
In and out
Chorus:   I'm stressed out A lot of stuff on my mind, I don't know what to do I'm stressed out I just want to be alone, so I'm sitting in my room I'm stressed out
I see dead people.  Population: 1.  But there's more on the inside  More voices in that mind Climbing for the principal's chair, it turns the others mute and says  "Listen girl"  And says 
They say I have mother's nose They say  I have fathers chin   At least on my face They are still together
Once there was a man who left and his little girl was sad she cut her wrists and bleed for him as she wished to call him, dad there was an incident that spurred the path the family was split
When I speak, you listen but don't hear My words touch you, but don't wound you When I cry, you see but don't feel My tears wash you, but don't cleanse you When I try, you witness but don't notice
Follow me and
When I was three I watched the clouds form around my mother, I watched her retreat into herself. I watched my father leave And I became the protector.
My mother is still there. On her bed, her blankets that matched ours still folded from the warmer nights. They are smaller, neater, perhaps not so soft. The phone is back at its nightstand post,
How could you? You left us when I was eleven You just walked out Said it was over. It's been five years You still haven't changed dad It's bullshit to think you would.
 Instead of playing house I used to play home.From the age of four I never questioned the perfectionof the woman in white that hung near my bed
When we first met, you were just the next in line. I already had someone; someone better. Someone who got there first. And I could never call you Dad.
I don't know why there are so many pictures of you and us
Here’s to high school,
Cracked and slit until severed;
The wood is smooth and pale,A tanny-pinkish color in the greyOf a closed-blind bedroom -One coaster, with flowers.The comforter does little of that,Carefully hugging a long fluffy pillow
We've seen it all. The best and the worst. We are the kids of a split family. We watch as parents batter their character. Gossiping about each other. Confusion waves through the child's brain?
A suffering child shall not cry. A suffering child shall not let a tear run down their cheek to stain the soft brown skin that child was once felt comfortable in.
Where did you go?
They say I have your eyes. They say I have your smile. To fnd out where they came from, I'd walk an endless mile. In and out of my existence, I dont know where to turn. All I can do is search and run,
Mom Cant Stop Crying Father Continues Trying Children Are Hurt Most
Only the unloved and unnatural hate... It is a house not a home That very same house that made my home the same
Where there was once only youth there is now wisdom far beyond my years. I have never seen a righteous man forsaken, nor a wild thing sorry for itself...
Today, whe
I have a dad, but I don't have a fatherI am a child without a Father
I am so sorry. I am sorry for that night you woke up from the worst nightmare you'd had in years, seeking a warm, loving hug from your mom,
So many thoughts running through her mind... So many questions, assumptions of why all of this happened   Her heart can only take so much pain, yet she doesn’t understand why she can kill it already.
Life goes on and we all get older, But while my classmates just laugh and enjoy their years, I had to face all my childhood fears. And the biggest, independence. Girls tell stories of time spent with their moms,
I lost that timeworn, white gold wedding band, the one that represented a broken purity that we as humans have destroyed. I lost my stern father’s posh shutter lens FujiFilm and for a while we lost track of time between then and now.
The pain I feel is deep inside I have baried it for so long But it is coming to the surface. It is too hard to face the truth  But I know I must   I put it off for another day 
You compare me to my friends   So which one should I be like?   You want me to be her, The one whose not a virgin and had an abortion? 
The footsteps that closely follow                                             The intricate workings of my mind                                          
One thing that makes me tick Is the way people pick Who they think is cool enough, smart enough, or who is fit I am sick of hearing the mockery Against everyone's poverty Emotionally, physically, mentally
Hand in hand for so long, the touch of their presence almost numb. The warmth channelled through their fingertips and palms calms the thoughts of done. Done trying so hard to hold them there. 
Hey mother,I know you didn't expect thisIt's already been three months, only six more of blissHave you picked out my name? Have you even told dad?I know when he finds out I'm a girl he'll be really mad.
I remember the breeze blowing through the trees, blowing from the east, to the west,  we called it "fresh". The beaches would call out my name, it was the same way, everyday. 
A Photograph of The Past   I’m laying here, the ceiling’s caving in. I’m staring up in a gaze waiting for the fallout. I’m still, I will not move. I will lose myself in this crumble.
The wait was always the hardest, Once I got a hold of you, My heart raced with anticipation, Of the feeling of you. Your eyes were the flame, The flame that heated the spoon,
In the beginning we were happy, I was happy. By total chance Jay and Elle found each other. Even worlds apart, there was this fire that burned, It burned hot, it was a fire that burned deep inside.
It’s just another number, another family, another man. Get over it they say, they just don’t understand. That inside I feel unloved and denied. 
mommy and daddy started yelling  they banished me and my sister to our room we cover ouur ears to mask the shouts we hope this will all end soon   the cops got caled again two or three inside my house
When I was young  I was flung  into the hurricane of family  arguments; oh the agony  back then, I knew next to nothing  what pain the future would bring sadness, insecurity,
She was three years old. They didn't  have much money  or a nice house but they had love
One: The one lie that everyone gets fed from the moment they are born to the moment they die is the one th
The day my dad left I was in a state of deinal. I couldn't fully grasp the situation at hand. Parents are supposed to love their children, and want to watch them grow up.   But no, not my Daddy.
Seasons come and seasons came. We knew the problem and its source. Vows are broken, mistakes are made. Children of the divorced.   We have no title, we have no name.
      I am too young to miss my childhood.
I took his hand in mine, And together we quickly leaped Into the Lake of Love And dove into the deep.   The deeper we plunged, The more we had loved. Yet one stays under for so long,
Grab the duffel bag with your clothes for the week, the back pack, and the instrument. All the while hoping you don't forget anything...... Across the road you go to the other house with your other family. A separate life.
I am tired of him looking at me in bed and seeing you. You slip under my sheets the way you slip into his mirror haunting, daunting, daring him to turn into you. But he is not you.
My world has shattered,
I always blamed myself for this broken home.  I use to sit and cry when I was all alone.  Momma dropped me off with daddy one day, she told me I couldnt leave and I would always have to stay. 
A choice was made when I was small A judge made it final; a judge made the call one home no longer; my family in free fall My parents splt up, but I don't recall.  
Pine needles fall Ornaments hang Its Christmas time, yet again.   Grandma's Christmas Grandpa's Christmas Mom's and Dad's Divorce has brought me more presents than Santa has.
Pine needles fall Ornaments hang Its Christmas time, yet again.   Grandma's Christmas Grandpa's Christmas Mom's and Dad's Divorce has brought me more presents than Santa has.
My heart breaks as I watch you walk with her. This isn't the way that things were supposed to turn out. You were supposed to stay with Mom forever. You promised that you would never leave.
Parents become the children Act out, slam doors Say stupid stuff to each other Dad moves   Family disintegrates Custody battle Financial hardship Fighting over who gets the TV
I know that they have separated, And it’s probably for the best. But there will always be,
When I was younger, My parents divorced.  Cried myself to sleep every night — I was filled with remorse.   Looking back, I now realize  That only through  fire
  The sun was smilin’ When I buried my daddy.   The sun was smilin’ with her sweet irony.  
you cradled my round head to your strong chest  when I was new to the game of life you wiped fat tears from my cheeks when I was in the same boat of emotion as Picasso and his blue phase  
What are we doing? Wasting time? Buying time to just feed on insecurity. I don't make you glow. You look at me with dull eyes.
  Why?
Her eyes were swollen from all the tears That she had cried, For what seemed to be a thousand years Is it going to get better? She questioned her mom But she, too, was feeling excruciatingly numb
Don't think i'm the guilty one, when your impressed with status. You can't ruin the abuser, when hes wrapped up in silk, a royalty in high school, while i'm just the pauper who cried wolf.
You were the one I loved, When we met in Boston. You were the one I, A world away on Skype. You were the one, At the edge of a waterfall with friends. You were the, When I married you.
  Eternity is set in my eyes. Throwing chaos and knowledge at the world. I fly above you now with the ancient wind beneath my wings. I whisper into your immature dreams and say: "Robbed of my innocence. No more time to play.
Accusations follow her in greeting bearing witness to a tainted art Sanctimonious companionship Unbalanced and unstable, she falls without arms.   Ink is bleeding deep Blossoming stains
 The walls in my sister’s and my room Were covered in the most horrible wallpaper imaginable. We wanted to change the paper And so our mom started helping us. Piece by piece, We tore down the paper,
This leaves a sour taste in my mouth, causes my eyes to welt, and plummets my stomach into a free-fall. I tried everything I could but it wasn’t enough.
You are gone. lost, destroyed, undefined,  the same face,but different eyes. What did she do to you?   You were supposed to be my rock my shelter, my protector, my deliverer,
At the bottom of this drink, Having one more, to this I think. It only oppresses the past so much, It will never bring back your feel, or your touch. Instead its the temporary amnesia I seek,
My body is aching My hands are shaking My legs are getting weak Knowing an uphill battle is what you seek Stranded, Abandoned, with no place to turn Imminent attack on me is what I learn
I write to release the anger and anguish of a childhood lost. I write to tell the story of becoming a mother and father to a baby brother at the age of thirteen.
they criticize at me. saying I am lazy and don't deserve to have a second chance. "you should have done the work I assigned" but they're not there for when the fights get too much
They shape our lives and watch us grow, they are a part of us. They humiliate us and make us laugh, you can't help but to love them. However, ometimes things don't go as planned, it spirals out of control and leaves you feel breathless.
driving down the windy road back to the place I used to know little house on the river bend the four of us used to play pretend  
Sometimes I feel like it's all my fault, like I brought this family down. Like I'm the reason mama's always crying,
  There were a million thousand hundred shadow birds that perched across a single tree on the far side of a silent muddled winter-freeze lake.   Black feathered wings scraped across
Background: I wrote this during a time where I was hurt, confused and lost. Each stanza just came to me. It wasn’t until I finish writing and read over it that I know what I was writing about.
You told me you love me, Yet where are you now. My birthday approaches, Yet not one word from you.
  They seemed happy together for many years, Then there was a wall in the road and they were done. My life felt like an earthquake had hit, There was nothing I could do.   The bickering between them,
My breath loses thought, but my brain is reeling through images and I swear it won't ever stop. A dose of fear catches hold of me at least once a day.
Words. You say them all the time. They are stuck in my mind. I can still hear, the way you said them. Do you not realize, the damage they cause? You say them about her, and she says them about you.
I wrote this one at the age of 12. This one goes out to my daddy, cause hes my best friend. I know we always be tight until the very end. Sometimes I loose everything and he is all I've got.
  2 houses, opposite sides of  the world 4 parents constantly fighting 6 brothers dirty and wrestling 5 sisters always borrowing The eldest child is the guinea  The youngest is just spoiled
Step mom Stepping stone To ten years of therapy Perhaps with a side of insecurity, And trust issues, And sleepless nights Wondering Why Her? And How Come? Asking myself questions
Screams and swears Errupt from downstairs. Two tiny brown heads have heard; They hang on every word.   The shatter of glass, The slam of a door. He hits his gas
One day after the divorce I met my father at Ihop for breakfast I didn't know his wife was joining us She seemed alright and I  loved how she acted as if  she knew I was here first
My secret is out, A terrible truth. You watched my tears fall, With utter aloof. “Back your packs,” You muttered in disgust. “There’s no room for you here, It’s time to adjust.”
Sometimes, I remember everything that happened back then. I wish I didn't. I wish I never had to see that. You don't know this, but my first memory was of when I was three.
In every way I let my confidence show/I was able to remember every inch that I grow/Came from the ability to live up to this day/Letting my feet move up another space/Trying not to curve off the path I set for myself/Still clinging to the hope tha
"That man died long ago" I heard his voice resonate through my bones He swore he loved her   Blue eyes he once adored  But she had green so he could afford  To stand to look at her   
Farewell Stranger, your travels have left scars across the surface of the land.Your words cast into flames of open fury and now personal thoughts of tranquility lay quiet. 
Encompassed by darkness, From memories of a shattered life, Constant hate from a once beloved wife. Broken promise and cracked dream, Ripped apart from seam to seam. Consoled by someone other than I,
(I am unsure of what to name this poem, so if you could suggest any ideas I would appreciate it! I was suggested the name to be "You're a Lifesaver," but I don't know if I can really consider myself one)
                                                                 He loved her, she loved him It was beautiful, it was grand Life full of color Their love, gave me Life
That moment when you feel your life is in shambles. No longer the elasticity left in you  to be the glue. All that's left is to grab a hammer and join the crew. Hack a way at the remains.
Everything was perfect, Family, Fun and time with one another within years it went burning down like the flames in California, Changes that occurred The hurt that appeared, the loneliness I succomb,
I'll never forget that Saturday night When time stopped, nothing was right. A few days later, I dug deep down, And used the courage I found To complete a task.
All around the world, people are contracting a mental disease. Once you catch it, it destroys your whole family. Everyone swears up and down, it’ll never come to them.
Dad
Even though I never see you I find myself trying to impress you Even though all we have are phone calls I want the way I look to please you
Mugging bubblegum Left step Right step into a bodega Barely standing at four feet tall Waiting for the old man to rush me Hoping for him to give him something free Old man glances at a new customer
Do you remember me? The one who calls you daddy? I used to smile like you'd say as bright as the stars I'm sorry if its unrecognizable now Pain can really change you
Mom
7 years ago I lost my mother to love. She walked away with hate in her eyes. I remember the day she grabbed me and said, "leave this house and never come back. I love Benny and I want to start my life with him".
This Is Me Hating You I see your mouth moving, but nothing you say is true I look into your eyes and see, this is the real you. The happiness I once had for you, was killed by your lies and deceit,
I love you, I hate you, Its all the same, Your always telling me I'm to blame. Ending this marriage, your speaking of, Doing it in spite, not for love. Its the best for me, and my child,
Crystallized drops of dew descend from skies Which spill their frozen tears onto the Earth. The careless sun has undermined their worth, Rendering their heart cold as slowly dies
My brain is on fire, My nerves feel weak, The future is really bleak. I am trying to keep cool, Losing battle to changing rule, Deep down I'm the fool. How dishonest can people be,
My heart is old and weary, For this life oh dreary. Hearts a pounding, Whilst this soul is drowning. Emotionless wretch, Oh lies a stretched. Forgiveness a must, Or just shadows and dust.
Beauty is . . .
Yesterday, I accepted my parent's divorce. Today, I woke up and made a new choice. And tomorrow, I will make sure people will hear my voice.
I had a small, rich and happy family. There was my dad Harry, my mom Wendy, me and my little sister Mei. Back then, we were fine. Mom and Dad had no problems during that time.
You didn't remember
Walking inside a white marble, Legions of snowflakes in the air, Like torrents of feathery arrows they swoop, Tucking-in the ground bare.
A house is not a home: when a hands are placed in places that make you want to cover your face. I was five, I didn’t know. No one told me how far a dirty secret could go.
On a line, the sheets hung And were warmed by the sun As mother leaned back in her straw lawn chair For a breather.
With a traffic state of mind I can’t seem to find a friendly distraction to ease the pain of the twisting kaleidoscope known as my heart.
I love her, I really do Can’t she see how hard this is for me? I hear her voice break-up, She starts to cry. I cannot explain the reasons why.
Life is tough, so full of problems; look everywhere Pregnant teen girls aborting, drunk drivers crashing Oppressed children, drug addicts, couples breaking Prejudiced against Muslim girls with covered hair
There once was a girl Disaster, Disease, and Death could not touch her She was invincible She dreamt of conquering the world
Is it too late to tell you ---I love you Did you hear my screams ---I hate you! Can I say we had good ole days? ---I needed you? I need you? I don't know Fuzzy, confused thoughts
I stop somewhere waiting for you Stop caring, stop hoping it is us you will choose
A heart lies in fragmented pieces A family has fallen apart All of the sweet taste in life ceases Teenage life comes with a hopeless start
Wake up early, sometimes five, sometimes six. Wake up to Maddie barking, sometimes Sandy meowing. I could be by myself or laying next to my sister. It all depends on which house I'm staying at.
Where I’m From By Adriana Ortiz
You spent your early days in silence. watching from the sidelines but never really participating. they threw those cruel words at you through whispers behind your back. with your small ears you caught them
The door is shut again I'm the one that shut it. They are the ones that started it How can you live in a home like this? I can't, so I shut the door.
you’re getting married saturday. you’re marrying the man you deemed better than my father, the man you figured was more suitable for you than three children, a loving husband, a house with large windows
Silence My opinions are not the norm. Silence A break before the storm Silence A deep and navy blue Silence That question you ask, with who Silence I’m not going to cry Silence
Divorce just makes my heart sink; I can't help to do anything but think; There isn't any love anymore, just lies; And all you hear at night are my mother's cries.
If thy lovest long And thine love be pure Hate and love be twine Love is strange, rest be ‘sured Thus love maketh the blind
Interrupted Solace in a Winter's Evening Every once and awhile I like to be alone I burrow in the confines of my memory And dart from conversations like a fish from glass
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