Father's hands were always warm,
dry,
callous.
Father's love was always kind,
strict,
confusing.
Father's name was never father.
Yet he spelled it for the crowd.
Father had no daughters,
but I played his Mother proud.
Food was steaming from its ***,
served to him each day.
And surely times we often fought,
but we always found a better way.
When we met his world was grey,
and now he asks me why I stay.
I always ask if he's okay,
but never does Father want to play.
Father always hides away.
In the house he sits on the couch,
with a good book in his hand.
I say, "Won't you smile at Mother?"
He says, "I don't think I can."
His 32 wisdom teeth,
cause me to misunderstand.
I sail to be his atmosphere,
never hitting land.

But Father is a genuine diamond,
a shine among the dust.
He may be a rough,
but with dedication he'll earn trust.
I'll never be the wife of Father.
I'll never know his love,
but he can be with others
...its hard...
but helping him is enough.

To be within but never without.
      Drifting by like drift wood shore to shore.
Knocking and ringing with scythe in hand,
      Cawing messengers, "Nevermore."
Shall specks of light shine in the night,
      be waved into the dark.
Beckoning for filling within,
         beckoning for angels to hark.
And hark they will for each hole they fill,
          but what man is an island, is still.
To be an art craved in the sky,
             no longer asking, but why can't I.

Breathe.
Receive.
Achieve.
Believe.
Be strong.
Be honest.
Be good.
Be right.
Don't fight.
You're alright.
You'll make it through the night.
Be the night light.
Be the sight.
Be the freedom.
Be your desire.
Don't pull yourself down,
push yourself higher,
as if a comet on fire.
Move forward,
onward,
upward,
higher.
Fly so high,
as if a comet on fire.
Be better.
Brighter.
Outshine the sun.
When they tell you walk behind them,
trust the time to run.
Be open.
Be off-guard.
Let it all go.
Maybe you'll get hurt,
but you'll definitely grow.
You'll definitely glow.
Like a flower of the sun,
always looks to the sky.
Live life like a miracle,
because one day you die.
(And I might really cry.)
You have to try.
You have to fly,
but not too high.
Fly to space,
and if your scared,
don't worry about it.
Long as I'm here,
there's no room for fear.
(I'm no parent,
I'm no lover,
but if you find one,
I'll see that you love her.
Because why?
I don't know.
I got over you long ago.
I guess I just found a strange addiction.
I care so much it seem like fiction.
I'll bite my tongue,
because it feels I'm digging a hole.
This is about you,
but I talk myself up like I have a big role.
This is how you should live,
but not because I said.
Really it's just tips I took from my heart and not my head.)
Be greater than they'll ever know.
Be beyond their circumstance.
Never let them see you wilt,
unless they've seen that you can dance.
Dance like no ones watching.
Sing like you can't contain.
Be unafraid to challenge society,
even when you stand in the rain.
No matter the darkness,
always burn brighter.
Always shoot higher,
as greatly as you tire.
As if you were-
                                          a comet on fire

I'm playing keep-away with my skin. My blood a precious treat. I taste iron if I try, but I guess he thinks its sweet. I'm cowered in my covers, so cant you leave me be? I insisted you should exit, but you silently disagree. You know I want to believe your good. That you hurt me but its not your fault. You bit into my skin tonight and I keep crying, "Halt! Don't stab holes through beauty marks, nor swipe away my cells. Alas you are a tiny thing and must not understand my yells.

Brush past,
   cold, fast,
      like wind,
         nostalgic feel,
            "I crashed,"
                home trashed,
                  don't ask,
                     it's unreal.

Ah ah the sense of me.
                                                                       Lost me heart, so let me be.
                                                                 Lost me words, no tears to see.
                                                            Lost me light, and dimly free.
         Lost me sense.
      Lost me mind.
                                                 Lost me reason, so leave me behind.
                                           Lost me effect, since cause is gone.
                                    Lost me right, because me always wrong.

Why is it that on a website where we are said to revel in the beauties of poetry one may write few words of their current state and receive the world, but too many leads them to a lone path of truth and self-discovery.

One too many words to tell how true you hear your soul, may cause others to tip-toe by, but if you say one word we've all heard then people say hi.