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I'll never tell you he was a monster
He was just a man
Who could fault him for that
He was never made to love
And he was never made to live long
Existing as an oppositional force
Pouring white salt on the wounds
And kicking dust in the eyes
Roaming late at night
And twisting in and out of memories
An apparition of a godlike figure
The man behind the curtain
Pulling levers to navigate childhood nightmares
Getting sucked under trains and leaving everything behind
Mothers, daughters, friends
Your absence is relief and pain in one breath
Happy Father's Day
He was just a man
Who could fault him for that
He was never made to love
And he was never made to live long
Existing as an oppositional force
Pouring white salt on the wounds
And kicking dust in the eyes
Roaming late at night
And twisting in and out of memories
An apparition of a godlike figure
The man behind the curtain
Pulling levers to navigate childhood nightmares
Getting sucked under trains and leaving everything behind
Mothers, daughters, friends
Your absence is relief and pain in one breath
Happy Father's Day
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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
Literature
How to Be
She fidgeted nervously as she stepped closer to the big door. Her white dress flowed with the light wind and she tucked a few strands of white hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched as she neared the two black guards standing outside the door. She tried to make her breathing even out as she stopped in front of them, looking down at the ground in fear.
“What do you do here, miss?” One of the guards asked and the girl tensed.
“I wish to enter and gain color.” She said, barely holding the trembling away from her voice.
“Then look up at me.” The other guard said and she complied. She stared with wide eyes a
Literature
Starless Faith
I saw no stars were out tonight;
Not one to wish on with delight.
Not one could I see, bright or dim...
Perhaps the moon had taken them?
How could i wish!
How would I see!
With no stars in the sky for me?
And, then a thought began to fall:
What if I could not see at all?
Would wishes then be obsolete,
And nothing born of hopes and dreams?
Is all null outside of mine eyes?
"Nay!," said Faith, in full supply!
I realized then that we receive
All our heart and soul believes!
So, blackest skies
Or, brightest fires
Tis Faith provides our heart's desires!
Athena Pierce ©2011
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Dark and moody... Good! Let those feelings out!