That haunting violent bullying incident,
The guilt of watching adult content for the first time, and all my grievous and exhilarating moments, I shared with you. I remember once your daughter told me you cried like a little kid when I was battling against that disease, and your wife told me that you wept helplessly when I failed to pick your calls, and you were worried about me. I remember that moment when your precious tears fell when you got to know that I met with a frivolous accident. This manifests your love for me, this love is the reason why sometimes you say things that offend me but you only mean my betterment in them. I used to share even the slightest things of my life with you. ...
You called me
All at once
Just to understand you
As I quite often do
After you spend
A bottled night
Whose effects last well
Into the dawning
Of a new day. JD
*Father* Part XXIX (*Can You Hear Me Now?*)
#BottledNight #OctoberFalls #PoetryChallenge
¿ Hasta cuándo puede durar la imprudencia prudente de la espera lógica de la dicción ?
Declaro! porque he probado con el tiempo y no me da minutos, he decidido acumular el vocablo perfecto, digo hasta el más imperfecto, no obstante no dura tanto.
Aún así, no existe ninguno que me regresé a tu regazo, ni al abrazo de color que me pintaba de emoción.
Cada anochecer llega el recuerdo de tu sonrisa noble, de tus obscuros ojos que reflejaban tanta angustia y tanta insatisfacción frustrada.
Cada amanecer me llega la sensación de mucha sed de amor, pero me cuesta la recuperación de mi dolor.
Cuál dolor será menos inapropiado el de tenerte lejos y que no me sientas o el de tenerte cerca y aún ...
I am watching Catfish right now, and all it does is make me happy to have had the dad I did. He taught me to be wise and question things. I miss him so much. I only hope I can raise my future family the way dad raised me.
Every day I think of you dad.
Every night I dream of you.
I miss our deep conversations.
I miss your acceptance.
I miss more then just the presence in a room.
I'll never forget you,
Your beast in hiding
Lies strictly at the bottom
Of empty bottles.
*Father Part XXVII* (Empty Bottles)
#beast #OctCBFChallenge #3LinesADay
Skylark Challenge 107
*His Dad - His Hero*
He tries to
But it is hard
He's just a child
Always reminds him
That in a time of adversity
His dad showed no fear
Only strength and kindness
He wants to be just like him
And proudly wears the S
Just who his dad
Is to him
He walks the wood rails
Of the old train tracks
Just waiting for his chance
To play the hero too;
To fill out that cape
And make his father proud. JD
#kindness #wood #s #child #train
To my father,
Something I never had to courage to say , words always came rushing but I never had the courage to say them out loud, I was always afraid of you, you left your print on me and i struggle to erase that mark even to this day.
I don't remember much of my childhood, everything is blurry but I guess that's for everyone, I do have a memory of the time when I was around 7-8 years old, and all three of us, me , my mother and you were siting on the sofa, you were reading something to me, It was so cringe worthy, I think it was something about history, I might have that wrong but I remember all the joy and laughs, the harmony we had built at that same moment and while we were laughing...
I'm sorry for what I said last night, it was impulsive. You know I love you but, your actions Hurt me. I'm not strong enough dad, please forgive me. You drink your mistakes every night and regret your decisions every morning. I just wanted to help you, sorry for being your child who is not brave enough.
Maybe with mom's death you died as well. I cannot find the dad I knew when I was a child. I'm sorry for asking you to give me what you can't. I'm sorry for not understanding why your eyes bleed and your heart cries. I'm sorry for trying to please you at every given step. I'm sorry I forgot I had lost you as well.
The one who cared.
Everytime I think of the times I've lived with you, I tend to miss a part of me who was not only your daughter but also the only friend, the only enemy and the only family.
And now, I'm just another girl fighting for survival, trying to fit in and hoping for a family who will own me the way you did.
- the nomad pen.
Whenever I came home for a vacation,I start pretending to be my mom’s little kid and my dad’s irresponsible son and my brother’s irritating little devil. The thing is all I want is to cover myself up from getting noticed that I missed them a lot.
life has changed me from little kid to a grown up man.
Irresponsible and rebellious son to a hardworking and responsible son.
An irritating ones to a good-humoured ones.
I don’t let my parents know that I’m struggling,and those hardships made me humble & modest.
A letter from a adolescent for his parents
Why you can't let me do the thing I want to do.
Is it that difficult to support me?
Is it that difficult to believe in me?
Don't you ever face the situation I am facing today?
Don't you remember, at some age you wants to do something but you are pushed back.
Don't you remember, that feeling of rejection? Dont you remember, that pain which is still hidden their inside you.
Don't you remember the feeling when you are so broken, because your parents didn't understand you.
When you are so depressed and become so aggressive, and all thinks that, its all because of your friends, or some sought of bad company.
When you become so introvert, because everyt...
I would watch my dad work so hard, giving us all we had. Man I didn't need anyone else. I was his biggest fan!
I wish there were yesterdays still left for tomorrow. Need to ask my dad a question or so, he always knows!
Walking with grandma to the little market. Smelling the food she was fixing, licking the pudding spoon after mixing. She always smiled and everyone of us was her favorite grandchild.
I wish there were yesterdays still left for tomorrow. Need to ask my grandma a question or so, she always knows!
Sitting here today thinking about yesterday's, feeling like they are all so near. Man life was easy, I miss those years.
Waking up smelling the coffee brewing, I knew it was my...
He's so damn stubborn
The Earth could collapse; explode
He'd still be standing.
*Too Relentless To Die* Father Part XXsomething
#stubborn #SeptCBFChallenge #3LinesADay
The last words my father heard me say were:
"I know the courts are considering releasing him on account of his health. I didn't realize the court systems were like gym where your mom could write you a note to get you out of running laps. I leave the courts one challenge today: don't take the note."
-sentenced to life in prison
-died 4 years later
You lit me up at the darkest time as inverter do, not by your words, not by your comfort but by your behaviour. You inspire each time when I notice you.
You remember the day you took me on your lap when I just came out of the Womb.
I was crying, you know why ?
Because I wanted to see my Dad, I wanted to be the reason of your proudness and you know what ?
When you took me up with a Glimpse, I felt as if I have illuminated the World. Your glimpse motivated me, my self-confidence and courage were at its high peak. I felt like the Queen of the World and this is the reason why I was staring at you.
You brought Your Daughter at her, that peak where no one can reach!
I DONT KNOW WHY YOU NEVER APPRECIATE ME WHEN I MAKE GOOD DECISIONS RATHER SCOLD ME WHEN I MAKE BAD ONES?
He started to feel worthless to live since day his father passed away. He had too much plans and dreams with his father .. Or who knew his father would leave his all of a sudden?
He kept his dreams untold for future ,but future was never happened as well ..
He feels sorry for his dad .. He feel sorry for him for not taking every given chance to talk to him , every given chance to be with him .
But inside him ,there was a son who always wanted to make his father proud of him . But ,time didn't give him an opportunity to do so .
Time never gave him an opportunity to express his love towards his father .
It will haunt him till his death ..The days he missed to talk with his dad ,spend with his d...
The Sense Of Freedom
"What would you like to be when you grow up?" asked my Father and I not being able to comprehend much of what he meant blurted out hesitantly " I don't know Daddy..but I definitely want to see more of the world because it's beautiful.. and every little thing about it fascinates me" . I was just a child and my father told me I could be anything I wanted to be and that the world is mine except that the world is not mine and that Daddy was wrong at that. But I couldn't be more wrong judging him because it was his sense of freedom at that particular point of time. As I begin to think about it he wasn't much of a success considering the f...