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Father Toxic's Hands

I look down and see
A rainbow each time.
The being that you are,
Deep in my heart.

I am the wind
That you follow through the sky.
I am the fields
That you frolic in,
Carefree, thoughtless.

You are my core,
The caffeine of my sole.
You are the magic in my words,
The reason for the mind
To work the way it does.

Mother nature's grasp
Is not upon me.
Father toxic's hands
Are digging into me.

You are the freedom
On the blank page.
You are the bolts
Holding me in chains.

Author notes

It can easily come across as a love poem, or a morbid love poem I guess, but it's not love.
It's a friggin curse. Don't know if anyone will understand it much, Claire-Anne might get it more than others. Or maybe Samantha.
But not 100% still.

I thought the start of this when I looked down and saw my crystal nose ring was making rainbow colours with the light. Small things amuse great minds...

[[Omg. They're spray tanning small children on Sunset Tan for beauty pageants. What's the world coming to.
Pedophiles don't need to die; parents tormenting their children like that need to. Gosh.]]

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  • Janice M Pickett
    November 14, 2008

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    Our minds are very powerful things. I love this poem. An excellent piece of work.


  • melodramatic emo
    November 14, 2008

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    there was an intensity to this i didnt find it seemed like a love poem at all i loved the line about fathers toxic hands such a powerful line has a very strom image to it


  • Ravenblood
    November 3, 2008

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    Hmm, I think I slightly get it, but I'm not entirely sure. I'm sure at somepoint you'll fill me in. Eeh, I'm watching a video on terrorism again, whoop whoop, i finish at 2 30 today, thank god. amusing since on friday i'll have to come to school JUST for an hour long class, followed by assembally. Eeeh!! Grr, damn final day of school. hehehe. YIPEE!

    Anyway - It's a good poem, it sort of follows through what the father and parent, should be like, the way Mother Nature intended it to be, but instead you ended up with a father who ignored mother nature and did his own thing, ending with you being held there agaisnt your will. If thats even slightly what its about the shout out, but i might be totally off base here. Either way I'm sure you'll inform me.

    Keep writing huns, I love reading your writes, plus we havent talked in ages remember!!!

    Loves,

    XoXo Claire-Anne XoXo