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I was born to a woman
who could never be a mother to me
and borne of a boy that feared fatherhood
conceived through happiness and whimsy-
reckless love shared between the young
and that girl who could never be a mother
who lived a life for two
who carried a potential
and pushed through adversity
was aged because of me
made stronger
because she was alone
...but she had me
for that very short time
for a brief moment in her life-
I was a flicker of light
among the stars in the sky
perceived and grasped once
wished for, wished upon,
never to be known again
I am-
one in millions,
a piece of dreams,
a collective of hopes,
held secret and close
to a teenager's heart
who could never be a mother to me
and borne of a boy that feared fatherhood
conceived through happiness and whimsy-
reckless love shared between the young
and that girl who could never be a mother
who lived a life for two
who carried a potential
and pushed through adversity
was aged because of me
made stronger
because she was alone
...but she had me
for that very short time
for a brief moment in her life-
I was a flicker of light
among the stars in the sky
perceived and grasped once
wished for, wished upon,
never to be known again
I am-
one in millions,
a piece of dreams,
a collective of hopes,
held secret and close
to a teenager's heart
Literature
One for Dad
I was back in the house where I could feel the melancholy
of the lonesome, crowded west.
The same house but all the memories seemed so far away.
The smell of fresh paint hung heavy in the air,
and the walls I had once scratched and dented were bare.
A film of neglect clung to the books he never let me touch,
“Always end up damaged.” he’d say.
Not realising that love changes things,
makes friendships stronger, give things sentiment.
Those worn covers and creased pages,
not a sign of carelessness but a sign of greatest care.
There were the bottles of wisdom placed in the cellar,
full of learning, but paling to the lesso
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Father
She must have been
beautiful
sugar sweet
perfect
as you dressed her in innocence.
I'm sure her hair smelled of better times
and her eyes tugged at your conscience
and promised worlds
that made yours seem tragically thin.
And you were ...
weak
Now tell me, (father)
what broke your heart?
To find out you were the perfect liar?
Or to speak that ugly truth
that smashed everything
to blood-drawing shards of memories?
Because I don't need
your second-hand love
anymore.
I know, one day
you will contemplate gravity's fragilty
and fall into the sky
while we lie sleepless through nights gone hollow
with a bullet for the pain
an
Literature
For My Father
my eyes red with tears I thought I'd no longer cry,
I see someone feel how I felt when you died,
it feels like forever since you were taken away,
and forever's what I'd give for just one more day
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Oh, this is very touching. 