Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night,
from an evil source that I fear to strike.
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices
that when I found my stallion horses.
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide,
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide.
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast.
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.
by Keith Relf
My father had this car, not very expensive but very fast. It was old, it was squared, it was blue… a Grand Marquis it was. My dad used to wash it whether it rain, snow or shine. It was right on the garage, I remember, not too close, not too far; it was nice and clean, it was his most special thing. It was old; it was a blue squared Grand Marquis. He loved to drive it, he loved to race it, and everybody in the family embraced it. A day came by, the Grand Marquis he let me drive. At first, I was nervous, I was stressed, I was pretty upset; at last, I was excited, I was thrilled… I was fascinated. This was my first time I drove a car, and even it was my first driving experience, it wasn´t so hard. I loved it, I raced it, just as my dad used to train me. Suddenly, technology came by my door and a portable telephone was installed on the floor. It was the first “not home phone” that I saw, It was the first portable phone in my home. It felt strange, it felt kind weird, it felt as if the world was getting newer and newer, and I was getting older and older, it felt as if the world was spinning and spinning and I was steady and steady; it felt so strange that when I realized, it had went out of range. My father used to race, he loved speed, he loved adrenaline, and of course… he loved me. My mother got scared when he drove the Marquis, she used to scream, shout, yell and cry, she used to dislike it and get out of it, she used to get cranky and sometimes angry. Then, another new artifact came by. What? A trailer horn? Yes indeed, a trailer horn was put in place. There it was, this shiny brass, there it was, this noisy trash. We used to have fun with it, I remember, I remember; we used to laugh scaring people, Oh medieval boys we were! So there it was, this lovely car, shinny, brilliant and old. It was lovely, it was squared, a blue Grand Marquis it was. I would remember it forever, I would never forget it, I would save all the memories and I would smile when the memory come by. With or without the artifacts… we would miss it, we would miss it.
What does a normal teen do? What does a normal teen think?
I really do not no. yes I am a teen but when I was 15 ½ I thought about how to take care of my mom if she needed to be changed and when to feed her and when to give her medication. I worried about what would happen to my mom. I had to go shopping for toddler cloths for my little sister and brother. I am 17 now and I still go shopping for little children cloths. I worry about getting my homework done and getting my little brother and sister’s homework done. This year I have to take the kids to kinder garden and I will be in 12th grade. I always worry about what’s going to happen to my mom she is still sick but there’s nothing I can do just keep her in my heart and prayers. I worry about what I will do when its time for me to go to college I will still be taking care of my brother and sister. There’s a lot to do I worry all the time about money things being washed and cleaning and homework. My dad does a lot for me and my sisters and brothers I just wish my big sisters would have stepped up and helped my dad take care me and my little sister and brother but they didn’t now i am trying to do all the things my mom did. It is a lot of work mothers have to do. I thought it was easy but now that I have to do it all I can say mothers are what keeps a family in order. Thanks to all the moms out there. If you have moms don’t take her for granted because you never know what will happen to them.
I love you mom and dad
I Love what you do for me
I love that you adopted me and took me in
I love Playing with your hair
I love your personality
Mama I love you so much you mean a lot to me
I love that you took me in as a daughter
I love joking around with you
I love your personality
I love you so much daddy you mean alot
This subject is very very sad,
This is a poem about my dad,
My dad is the greatest most laid back man,
And he means the world to me,
He's the man that has been here since day one,
Even when I'm sad he can make me happy,
Ever since we found out he has cancer,
It's been just non stop questions and no answers,
To me this just isn't fair,
I mean how does he only have a year,
I don't know what I'm going to do when it comes the day,
Where he has to leave and he cant stay,
That will be the day my heart officially breaks,
But this time it wont heal,
There will always be a hole that can never be filled,
I know I'm grown,
But i still need my daddy,
Because no matter what I'm still a big baby,
I'm not ready to go to my parents,
And there be nothing there but his presence,
I'm kind of worried about my mom she's going to be alone,
After that her heart is really going to go cold,
I'm going to try to comfort her the best i can,
But I'm going to have to be extra strong,
Because i don't know how I'm going to react,
Its not going to be very nice,
Because i know I'm going to want to also die,
How am i supposed to live my life,
How am i supposed to raise my child,
I want my dad to be a part of it,
But of course we are to busy worrying about this,
I love you daddy,
Your going to make it I know this...
My dad passed a couple months later... This is for u daddy... we love you
Daddy I love you,
And this is really hard,
Having to go on with life playing this part,
Having to live my life like there ain't a hole in my heart,
Now that your gone,
I don’t even feel like going on,
You were the greatest person in the world,
And I'm proud to be your baby girl,
I just thought you would be here forever,
But now your gone and I got to make it thru this stormy wheather,
I know you raised me to be strong,
But you never taught me what to do when you were long gone,
I'm lost daddy what do I do,
Its not the same life without you,
I miss you so much,
I cant stress on it enough,
Daddy I need you here,
And since your not I cant stop shedding tears…
I miss you daddy!!!!
The Hardest Thing I Will Ever Say
by Willie J. Rathbone
I haven't always been there
to teach you to do good
or given you my wisdom
the way a father should
so before this escalates
to where you're feeling hate
please listen for a moment
to what I have to say
in the past I've made mistakes
I'm in jail for what I've done
so when your mother says, I went away
you'll know the truth my son
I've spent my whole life lying
and hustlin' was my work
right now there's no denying
all the people that I've hurt
to save you from the same
you really must believe
the hardest thing I will ever say
is don't ever be like me
You are my life, you are my way
You are the one, who knows my flaws
My shadow follows you everywhere and you are my living guardian,
And well wisher, who thinks about my future.
You are the one who encourages me, even if I hurt you much deeper.
I try my best to make you happy, but sometimes do things by which you get angry.
But still you build hope in me to become better,
Because you are my always wonderful father…
Follow your steps is what I do , as there is no one as special as you.
My outside smile doesn’t match on the inside
Growing up all I wanted was a dad by my side
But I never had you in my life
Sit with my pad and I write
That’s what hurts the most
I went on a search for you father
It would have been easier to search for ghosts
What made it harder
Is you had a chance to be a dad
But you rejected it
I’m trying to advance through the sad
While accepting it
I needed you the most
Now I’m not affectionate
To anyone who tries to get close
People always leave. I’m expecting it
Talk about my dad I act like I don’t miss him
But it’s eating me up inside
Can my feelings be justified?
How could I say goodbye
When you ****ing died
When we rarely said a simple hi
We got to see each other a few times a year
You turned up drunk. Blind from beer
At times I wish I could rewind to there
But I let my smile out shine my tears
The death of you was the birth of me
I try and figure what’s best to do
But people see the worst in me
Sober and clean
They want the dirt on me
A coward is something I’ll never be
But a boy in need of a dad I’ll probably forever be
Everything I’m yet to achieve. And everything I already have
Will it make up for never having a dad?
Anymore time away from my daughters
This world will have to prepare for a storm they cant predict
I could be gone in a blink of an eye
So believe me when I say for my daughters I am willing to die
When I try and try
I feel more and more like this world is one big lie
I have asked for help through this mess
But it seems as if everyone could care less
As I try to do this a lone
All I can do is pray to the One who sits on the throne
But even he knows if things don't change
I will set out on a mission like Jesse James
For I am done with all the games
There isn't a word to describe this kind of mad
All I want to do is be a dad
The pain is so deep as I stand a lone on this roof top all I want to do is leap
But hope I try to keep
And though the love in my heart is almost gone I try to stay strong
But these words aren't lyrics from some random song
I feel Like a wolf backed in a corner with nothing to lose
And ready to unleash all kinds of pain
Almost insane from standing in the rain
I wait and pray
I will see my daughters again someday
I think about you every day and hope that you’ll return
You left us way too soon, and for you I always yearn
I can’t believe you’re gone forever, I am still in disbelief
Not a day goes by that my heart is not filled with grief
Never did I think that you would get sick and pass away
It feels like we were playing basketball just yesterday
Everything I do reminds me of you, dad
The thought that I can’t call you anymore makes me really sad
I know you’re in a better place, no longer in pain or discomfort
But when I realize that you’re gone forever, my heart begins to hurt
I love you so much and I miss all the times we shared
Knowing that you’re gone forever makes me really scared
Who am I gonna call when I need help with my car?
And who’s gonna make fun of me for all my careless scars?
You were so laid back and easygoing, you never complained about much
I miss your calm demeanor and your soft, gentle touch
I tell you how much I love you each and every day
I wish I could hear you talk to me and tell me that you’re okay
A lot has changed since you got sick, and life will never be the same
All I want is one more kiss and to hear you call my name
I remember many years ago, when I
was just a lad,
My biggest hero in my life, happened
to be my dad.
I grew up with no siblings, in a
And daily as a child, I'd write a story
and a poem.
I'd discuss how my day went and the
things that I had done,
And put words to my feelings, be it
happy, sad or fun.
I'd keep them in a binder, tucked
underneath my bed,
Well hidden from intruders, near
where I'd rest my head.
Many years later, as a teen, my
They tell me dads moving to another
He decided to leave his family and
work on his career,
Things hadn't been so good at home
for well over a year.
I hold in the tears, run upstairs and
begin to write.
About the terrible news I got, that
late school night.
I rip out my binders, and sit quickly
in my chair.
I write "why do I do this, no one
seems to care".
I grab all my diaries, from my
throw them in a garbage bag and
take them out for trash.
For many years I never took out a
paper and pen,
I promised myself this day I would
never write again.
I visit my dad often, til life gets in
And visits turn to phone calls as we
run outta things to say.
He would say that he loved me, I'd
say I loved him too.
But our conversations remained
small, we were never really true.
I get the dreaded phone call in
God had come to take my dad and
bring him up to heaven.
I go through my dads stuff, and
what defined his life,
Pictures of dead relatives, my family,
his ex wife.
I miss the times we had, even our
Hidden in his closet, I pull out a big
When I move the box, I can't
believe my eyes,
My family runs in the room, when
they hear my sobbing cries.
The writings I had thrown out so
many years before.
Were neatly piled behind the box, on
the closet floor.
I read through the pages, memories
flood my mind,
My life as a child so neatly defined.
I make it to the last page, I find
written in blue, under "No one seems
My Daddy wrote "I do"
I was growing up as a crazy girl,
thinking every thing would be all right,
with no scence to take control of what came up next, then you died.
I was left with a shallow heart, not knowing you meant right.
Till the day I got caught and old enough to be convicted.
I realized life was hard and you meant right.
Why do I now dream of you to set me straight and to forgive me dad ?
But where are you dad?
I feel so bad!
I need to know you forgive me dad?
I love you dad!
I need you dad to tell me in my dreams every thing will be all right.
Daddy are you
Daddy are you a soldier?
Are you one of them, that marches down the main street?
Do you care a gun to shoot?
Will you go away to war?
Will it be too far?
I want to know if you will come home a hero.
Daddy are you one to me!
Im just a person that is full of lots dreams,and likes to make the world a better
place.I alway think of others be for myself. I have one sister and one brother, and
parents that care. But i believe in me, that i have a talent that i can't find, that's why
im having a hard time fiding a carrer, but i will keep trying.
me and my family has been reting sice i was 7 years old. But when i was born i
had a long peace of hair grown from my spine and my dad caught it from birth.so
when i was 7 i have to have four back surgys and i was in a weel chear for one
mounth.So i had to get a steel rod up my back. So i miss out in sports and all the
other things that people can do that i can't.I thank my dad every day for what he did
what will i do with out my parents i will be lost.
But me i feel sore everyday but i am so happy that im not in a weel chear.Im in
tears every day that i might have to go for another surgy,if i do im not, because
that was the most pain i when"t thro.
But life goes on and i keep living my life as the days go on and on. Lots of people
feel sorry for me and i say do't im still walking and i say it's a gift from GOD..
In my room, nice and quiet.
Until footsteps from out the door.
Dad comes in all liquored up,
NOt like usual a little more.
The yelling starts,
the violence begins,
He tells me to get ready to pay for my sins.
Jolts me from the bed,
A stinging sensation across my face.
IN my mouth the blood i taste.
I fall the the floor with intense pain.
My dad screaming my name.
Pulls me by the hair,
I get out a scream as my shirt tears.
He slaps me again and tells me to shut up.
He leaves the room as I lay lifeless.
Then a thought crossed my mind
To get to the phone.
I crawled over
picked it up
And to my relief there was a tone.
He picks me up and throws me across the room
HItting the wall
The last thing i saw before i blacked out was my dad standing tall.
I awoke with doctors around me
saying i was badly injured
They told me my dad said i fell down the stairs, but i beg to reconcurre
I couldn't move that well
i hurt to badly
could barely walk
Dad comes in
A different side of him from last night
Said lets go
but i didn't want to
Tried to talk
No doctors in sight
here it starts
here we go...