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Abby Fauteux Poem
Wandering these long crowded rows,
Slowing gazing along the colorful towering shelves,
Searching for that perfect something, the thing that will finally win his love
Inspecting each item, looking for any type of clue.
Ribbon and bows and colorful paper,
Sloppy writing, glitter, and nasty taste
Happiness and joy mixed with a small heart full of hope
"Hello daddy! How was your day?" followed by that constant angry silence,
"Daddy I got you something...... I love you" hard eyes giving to a boring, hateful stare
12 seconds of a racing heart then the heavy silence of torn paper laced with feeling,
The bouncy pigtails fall in her face as her silent tears roll gently over her too young face
Naïve as ever, she silently whispers "I'm still not good enough. Maybe next year will be the special year"
For a poor child never realizes until it is too late.
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Another late night at work,
Another long night in a full house alone,
Another time with him at the bar,
Another early morning of drunk irrationality.
Our children grow in a factured home,
Not even the strongest of tapes can keep their young hearts from breaking.
Our loving son runs away, praying for some better days.
No place to go and no place to hide,
Sopping in the darkness and hoping to die.
Bright light come from nowhere, the end has surely come.
Only headlights, and dad's floundering embrace,
His staggering walk and drunken breathe deeping my young child's fear.
"Dad are you sure you're safe behind the wheel?"
Speeding off, toward his young love he is bound,
But as he starts to relax he hears the loud horn sound.
Out of his hands, he braces for the worst.....
On a somber, raining day, around a plot stands a black clad group.
A depressed young woman, her forever love gone.... 3 small children with two holes in their hearts...
A middle-aged aged women with the deepest numbness of all....
She buries her hope, her loving son, her bright future...
All because of her enemy in the other elaborate box...
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15 weeks on an island, a real living hell.
Teardrops on paper and waiting for letters.
Realizing that you really do love him, but only after he's gone.
A broken nose and losing weight,
Not giving up on your fate.
Excited to see him, the brother you used to hate.
In his dress blues, the boy with the eagle, globe, and anchor
Surely all those new Marines will look great.
After 16 years of living of someone that you thought was a narcissist,
You never expected it'd only take a few short days to realize that he was really your best friend.
A tribute to my brother coming home this week, hope boot camp did him good.
I miss having someone at home that I can actually confide in.
8/28/16
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Love is quick, kind
Love is forgotten
It is long, memorable
It is desired
The sought for substance, hidden from view
Locked deep inside, kept brand new
For when the right key was found for that grand treasure chest
That love may be found, unused and unscathed
But though all seek the forbidden treasure,
Those who are left in the dark,
Only strangle themselves with misery
The light is lost forever.
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Soft-spoken yet full of wisdom,
Generous yet hateful;
Loved yet invisible,
Hard-working yet unsuccessful,
Happy yet broken;
She bulids up a false front for all the people she meets,
Can't trust the world to accept her for what she really is;
Abused and beaten she hides behind her mask,
Only giving to her pain and emotion as she lays down her head;
In love but not confident about forever,
She looks in the mirror and sees not her beauty but only her ugly past.
But Why?
Because I AM Replaceable
and never good enough for life
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11 years of public school under your belt,
8 years suffering the worst feeling ever felt.
Parents divorced,
They remarried....... You're forgotten.
Eventually you have to move,
Leaving fields of corn and cotton.
Trailer park life, living as a disgrace.
Facing all your fears alone and biting back the bitter taste.
A hateful brother you thought was the only one,
Not knowing the father you loved replaced you.
Being thrown into this new hoard nd giving anxiety a kick start.
Dealing with the stress of 8 new siblings along with a useless attempt at maintaining order.
You look back now and realize how easy you had it then....
You're new little sister comes in August, 10 brothers and sisters is a lot to handle.
You're school life is steadily getting harder as you struggle to prove your worth.
A concoction of vibrant pills are the only reason you're alive, if you're being completely honest with yourself.
You don't know why you even bother getting excited because you have no one to share it with.
You're "awful" brother has left for boot camp.
The one person you trusted left.
Weekly, you pay someone to listen to you cry and complain about your "horrible" teenage life.
And nothing means anything to you anymore.
You hate the kid you were fot being naïve.
You go through each day with a monotonous numbness, making sure nobody suspects your problems.
And each night, as you prepare yourself for the onslaught of nightmares, you look dejected at your knives and secretly wished that nobody cared and you didn't have so much responsibility,
So that you wouldn't feel guilty if you decided to leave.
This is the struggle of my life. And it will never be made any easier.
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A different way for every body, A different path for every soul,
Occasionally they intermingle, But most the time I stand alone.
Behind me looms a twisted wonderland, Before me only stark darkness I see.
But the one thing, striking, out of it all is this road that belongs to me.
Turning back toward where I've come I see the cracks, forks, and bends
Reminding me of that past, warning me not to go there again.
Far beyond that luscious void are those distant sparkling lights,
Those are the roads of others, they are far safer than mine.
I turn back again to future, the footpath that is yet to be worn,
Just another bend to take, have to make it through another storm,
Across a desert of isolation, my thirst for company immense,
When at yet another fork stands a stranger, with eyes and a look intense.
Body sings a harmonious tune, Train of thought killing the beautiful groove.
Untrusting eyes met by ones of warmth, He smiles at me wide,
His goofy grin and happy eyes melt the ice built up inside,
Continuing along my road, where his has intertwined,
We've met more bumps than ever, but stubborness has sufficed.
Small lapse of times when our roads do not met, but not currently a permanent departure,
I believe this road, the only one I've ever known, with his presence has gotten brighter.
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He was born, he was happy, he was perfect.
He was sick.
He was strong, he was a fighter.
He was a brother, he was a goofball, he was a genius.
He was given a short sentence on this hell called Earth,
For that we should be thankful.
But he is loved. He is missed. He is a constant reminder to live to the fullest.
Tears are still shed, hearts are still broken.
If only the shadows could bring him back as he was before.
Before the cancer took the sparkle from his smile.
Before the medication took his energy.
Before the tubes replaced the happiness in his eyes with pain.
When he was still my little brother and my savior, instead of just a cold body.
Rest In Peace, James ”Bobo” Michael Fauteux. June 27, 2003 - December 22, 2014
You've been on my mind a lot tonight as I work.
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Simple words cannot accurately explain the places I wish to describe..
The same structures that build havens cannot be used to enhance the comprehension of a stranger.
Whether many leaves of them bound together, or just a few that you see electronically.
Whether spoken plainly, told to the young from the old, or accompanied by a harmonious tone.
The safest places in this dark, broken world, aren't even made of brick or stone.
They lie inside the complexity of the mind,
Each new adventure just wrapped in the sands of time.
Many have already discovered these havens while others are fooled by the many disguised hells...
All it takes is a word, a note.
Our sadness dispersed, our minds immersed in a world which we wish was our own.
A melancholy melody, a joyful groove, anything to match or shift your mood.
A simple rhyme to pass the time,
The first pages of book that get you hooked,
The message of a song that makes you sing along.
A pleasure like no other, one you are waiting to discover.
Such as PoetrySoup for the soul :)
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Wandering around a diluted mind,
Constantly blurring your sense of time.
Those silent screams that only you hear,
The quiet pleading in your head that happens throughout the year.
Your sense of calm is a long ways gone, this constant turmoil has become your norm,
They call your name, they scream in pain,
And all you can do is be witness in vain.
No one would understand, this isn't something a pill can treat,
To still be who you need to be is quite a feat.
These voices come and go, just as people that pass through your life,
But the saddest part is the owners of the rampant voices,
Some of which you know, while some of them you'll never meet.
When the time is come and you've had enough, the voices don't discourage but they understand,
They welcome you with open arms, your arrival long past due,
As your body goes limp and metal clatters to the floor, you know that even with absence, you will not be missed.
Copyright © Abby Fauteux | Year Posted 2016
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