robbed.
theft of thought.
bereft of hearing the
one phrase{I'm proud of you}
that mattered so long ago.
the one that should
not matter now...{but does}
to have every dream squished
into labeled cans{shelves} of
rusted ink and parchment
sticky tape...{do not open}
scrubbing the floor at four am
betwixt linoleum cracks,
bleached with hair dye removal
solution from a drug store.
to be told{instead of listened to}
that thoughts and pennings
do not amount to anything
in a bloodshot stare
and folded arms...
awaiting that research paper
{you know won't be written.}
killing the fantasy
of a future without
your standards.
if it can't be bitingly
venomous and crude
rest assured you won't say
a single word.
I've learned to not ask
nor need approval...
from you.
Author notes
This is not anything currently going on in my life. However this is deeply personal. Sort of an afterthought message to my stepfather.
In a list
A contest entry
- You're a Disgrace, Nothing More, Nothing Less by tsukiyo.
550 points, ended February 27, 24 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Congratulations!! It's no wonder you stole the gold!!
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Funny how things stick in your mind from when you were young and couldn't fight back.
A very good poem.
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good poem you deserved to win this contest
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Thank you so much.
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You obviously do have standards, you displayed them here; You know what they are so that puts you ahead of the game. And you won gold. That' s really something. Be better than the person(s) you wrote this about. You abviously have the gift of knowing right from wrong and you most obviously have the gift of a gifted pen.
Blessed -
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Thank you I appreciate this comment so very much.
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about hair dye removal solution? Is there anything that really works? I have this Godawful red on my hair and I want it out out out! If I try to get it cut off I will be all but bald! LOL. Im going for a hair cut tomorrow ... I may go back to my short and spikey do ... just keep cutting until the awful red is gone and I'm back to the real stuff. It's red anyway ...
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Mine's short and spikey, but thick from all that chemo.
Mine's natural red too. I cried when it started to fall out, big baby that I was. I would not recommend the hair dye remover unless you really hate the bottled color. Then again, I have no cosmeotologist(?) training at all. My keyboard is sticking again, which is slowing my typing speed to 40 minutes per word.
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I think I literally fell in love with this poem. You have wonderful imagery, and emotions. You have so many great..everything! I don't even have a favorite part because every line is just as brilliant as the previous.
Just..wow..that's all I can say. You have such talent. I'm jealous!
THank you so so much for entering my contest!!! -
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Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to get this off my chest, and express this through poetry. By hosting this contest, you have allowed many to do just that. No matter if it is currently happening, or if it happened many years ago, we all wrote with such heart and soul. Baring it for everyone to see was a challenge.
Thank you so much.
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"killing the fantasy
of a future without
your standards."
I love that description...you penned and expressed well
Love you sister mine
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Love you too, sis
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aw a wonderful poem your imagery and emotions are deep and powerful thank you for sharingmaralisa
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