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This Is My Line

Family is a noun,
One that connects 
Me to you.
Bound by blood
And DNA.

I looked up
To you.

I thought you were
My heroine,
Come to save me
From the aches and pains
That rocked me
To the bone

Far more than what was known,

To sweep me away
From all my
Nightmares and fears
	Monsters and tears
That were all too real
To deal with in the 
Daylight.

Let alone the 
Twilight.

You were a monument
Of beauty and grace
Strength and compassion.

Everything I could ever 
Hope to be.

But then 
I started to see
Past the cracks
Of your porcelain face,
Behind your false grace, 
Deep down where
You truly lay.

And I realized
How little I knew 
Of the true you
Besides the bad habits
That you keep
When you refuse
To eat.

And when I hear you
Scream and weep,
    Gone is the strength 
    You used to keep, 
As you try to 
Convince yourself
That her love is true.

Because you love her too. 

And I realized
Love is a verb.
One I hadn’t seen you
Act upon in quite
Some time.

Show me,
Don’t tell me.

Because as you claim
That you love me
And you love her too
There comes a time
Where you have to draw 
A line between
The word and 
The action.

Because you don’t 
Know me either.

You know I will be 
There at your 
Beck and call
	Wreck and bawl,

But you refuse 
To hear a word
Or try to see into 
My mind
The way I try to see
Into yours.

It’s not revolution
I ask for.
It’s simply evolution.

As I hear your cries
For help
I’m suffocating softly,
Because I know 
It’s not help you seek.
It’s pity.

And it’s a pity,
Cause I’m out.

Now it’s time for
The kid in me to
Grow 
Up.

You were once
My heroine.

Now I can see that 
You don’t even care 
Enough to be my
Villain.

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Haunted

I see the vision playing back on me.
I close my eyes so I can't see
But the view won't stop.
Like this is on top
Of my list to do.
To be haunted by sights of you.
Visions of that day.
Now the pain just won't go away.
Now it replays back in my mind.
But I'm not the one pressing rewind.
You have made my life haunted. 
And now the nightmares will never stop it.
Until I can finally tell my story.
My story of what has happened to me.

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I'M Sorry, Billy Shakespeare

I despise sonnets, and they despise me.
So obnoxious with their fourteen line rhymes.
I’d rather be attacked by a banshee
Than be subjected to my mind’s rhyme-crimes.

Fingers tapping to the ten syllables.
Dead to the iambic pentameter.
Now I’m praying for the running of bulls.
A better poet would make my freezer.

o, I know Shakespeare would be so ashamed
To read the words that lay upon this page.
They do not stand to the man they are named.
A Shakespearean sonnet on rampage.

I know the man himself would not agree,
But thank God for rhyming dictionary.

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Little Feet

Now hear the beat
Of all their little feet.
A note for every single pain
Of dreams shoved down the drain.

As their soles meet the dirt
Their hearts race with hurt
And betrayal that feels so real
Compared to life that’s turned surreal.

You warn them that life is rough
And they pray to God you are enough
To save them from nightmares
And incubus that cause their tears.
 
But you never cease to fail
To be the hammer to the nail
On their sarcophagus of life
And the one to cause their strife.

So kiss your little one goodnight
And don’t hold on too tight.
‘Cause before you know it,
They see the crimes you commit.

And you’ll be sending them on their way
To the trail of decay.

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Holiday Mishaps

The room looks over and starts to chuckle.
An oddly beautiful stream of cider
Erupting from the nose of my uncle.
Kids waiting for a Christmas night rider,

All hoping to finally see Saint Nick.
Aunty Mary stands up and starts to twirl,
Nigh knocking over a lamp, she stops quick,
And she instead flattens the nearest girl.

Family running to see if she is fine,
We end up running into each other.
Dinner’s done, I head for the starting line,
And I’m elbowed in the face by brother.

It wouldn’t be family, well I assume,
Lack a trip to the emergency room.

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Why I Hate Haiku

This is ****ing stu
Pid. Why am I doing this?
Five more syllables.

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Dear Aunt Josephine:

Shy, sweet, timid Aunt Josephine,
What has happened to you?
Once so adventurous.
Once so alive.
Living life simply for the ride.
Love, passion,
It was all there.
One unhappy ending, now
You’re so scared.

You run, you scream,
You cringe in the corner.
You sell out the young ones
Just for one more hour.
You’re crazy, psycho,
And totally unfair.

Why do you run from the past?
So afraid to point a finger?
Why’d you give up on life?
Why’d you give in to the strife?

I ask so many questions 
Because you were once so nice.

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Whats Wrong With Me?

When I fall,
I fall to hard.
When I walk,
I walk to far.
When I speak,
I speak to softly.
When I think, 
I think to much.

Life just gets too hard,
And i don't know what to do.
The air gets too thick,
And I can't breathe.
I speak my mind,
But some thing else comes out.
Just make it all stop.

The life I planned is something different.
The thoughts I had never went this far.
The person I thought I was never has been.
The like I wanted just can't be.
What's wrong wiht me?

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Not a Freakin' Fairy Village: Ok It's a Fairy Village

With down flying all around,
It all would seem very aster-like to an outsider.
But he was flaunting the sered spirit
To the querulous darkness screaming.
The locust melancholy lullaby
Brings the gention and goldenrod to bed.
While the sedges come to live.
Sprung from the rainfall of my life.

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Not Again

The worst day
To ever sprout 
From the depths of Hade
Could not begin to express
How he made me feel.

Who would have guessed?
Sure,
He had follicles
That put even the most 
Gorgeous
Flaming 
Queen to shame.

And it’s true
I envies his
Soft,
Velvet smooth,
Shining skin.

I put my heart on the line
And to have it come back
With a letter of 
Reject 

I’m crushed,
Cold, and
 Consumed with the dreams
Of the past.

Now, I watch
As he shimmies by
With his bedazzled
Ass.