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I did not choose to lose you To let you go violently into That good night.   I did not choose for my heart to stop When yours did When paramedics covered you up And stopped trying
TAAKA vodka, purple harleys, and cigarette rolling trays. The smell of pancakes and pretty summer days, the littlest things Are what triggers the replays Of the horrific day My daddy took his life away
You said I can go the distance, but then I think to myself, can I even make it past this barrier that stands sturdy before me. The one that blocks me off from society. What you don't see is your inability to crack open my minds door.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away oh! How the church bells did chime, the day this child was born to his parents dismay.  
In the lonely darknessStands a kind, but hurt orphanShe goes by the name, LaurenHiding her tears with smilesWhile looking up at the night skyNoticing its the only beautiful thing...In her life
Consider the possibility that Mother Nature could verbally convey what needs be. Instructing us to split far from society Furthermore, to take our own way Directing us at all times
Born orphan Moving from house to house, not knowing which you were born in.  They said you never made it to the hospital
The girl is so lost, So hurt and so broken. We don't see the cost, Of the words left unspoken.   I would that we all, Help this girl who is weak, Stand up when she falls,
He had dreams without Ambitions; A house, but not a Home.
From childhood’s hour I was not the same As others were; I did not play games
Sarah She was born into an orphanage Her reading disability is awful Her emotionally traumatized brain can't help it Her life spent without being wanted   Justin Wishes he didn't have parents.
Pantoum: Orphan Wishes   1          She wished she knew who her parents were. 2          She knew only of those in the orphanage. 3          But their souls could not fill up her gap.
Once upon a time Feeling all alone I was plucked from my roots Carried to a new place forced to call home I am Lost   Travelling place to place In search of a new mother Maybe a dad
Three feet tall little gold curls,   Sparkling blue eyes, alone as she twirls.                                        Flowers falling from her hands.   Tiny bare feet upon the sand.                                                           No one
  She’s like a small orphan, searching, Waiting, praying for a better future As she balances on a creaking swing.   Watching the incoming family, clinging
I was born with ash-filled lungs, and Mama kept some cigs in her panties. She made me a plain dress once— said it matched my face. I never could understand, why every whisper in town waft her name.
(This poem was written following the murder of my mother and the death of my father.
Burrr... Daily spanking - check! Single Sheet wrapped around me - Check!
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