Description: This is about my Father...or so called "Daddy". Some of the feelings of not having a father were amazing, shattering, hopeless, heartfelt, lost, and most of all life-altering. Some things have made me a better person, but in the most part, my father has taught me to hate.
Two words~~Revised from Daddy~ -------------------------------------------
hey. Been a while. We used to talk a lot. oh well. This was nice. Very sad and could see the hatred in it. I've always had a dad but like when I was a kid i't slike I didn't. Never saw him. I guess you gotta forget the past and move one. I try ot anyways seeing how not much is good from my past. Well hope things are ok. Maybe talk to you later. -james
This is a really good poem, I can relate to it a lot. My father has always been there but he's been too busy working to really be a father. I won't go into that long long story about my crappy childhood but I will say that I feel for you, and lamemansterms I read his story, ifes hard but we gotta keep movin on. Great write, and long time to see hope all is well! Take Care, -Tom
Broaden your senses, feel who you are and why you are...get a sense of yourself and you will find your true muse to write flawless inspiring poetry...I believe that you can do it. You are a great writer...:"D
I love this one but this part "Me alone Rescue myself" can be changed a little bit..maybe rearranged but other than that it made me sad...:( You are talented, you just need to come out of your shell a bit.
Ok Now I'm going to tell ya my story; yeah like I said it's a whole other story [my deal] I had a baby boy with a girl I knew maybe 18 months total and the kid was almost a year old and everything was fine -I made many sacrafices for her so that she could go back to work like she wanted to after givibng birth [so she felt whole again,least thats what she said] I made 2x the amount of money than her in half the time -so you figure it out and one day I went to the store and I came back and she and my son Michael were gone-At first I wasn't sure what to think, and just said ehhhh, she'll be back...NO she wasnt coming back. I mean we had our fights but nothing so over the top that you would figure this would happen. Anyway I slipped into qa deep coma of drugs etc.,etc/booze you name it anything to keep from sleeping because when I did all I did was dream of a perfect night together-just us and Michael sitting around watching T.V whatever. All I know is I didn't wantto dream about that anymore so The easiret way was to not sleep at all.Needless to say that was a hell of a hole I eventually had to dig mysrelf out of-Not long after she started dating some Turkish Dude[go figure] [WTF] anyway by then she was pregnant again with our 2nd kid[13 months apart] I swear we had sex maybe 5-7 times during that time.But the baby was mine and now I had 2 and one I didn't weven know and still dont till this very day. She wound up marrying this Turkish Dude and Moved TO FREAKING TURKEY. I mean WTF was she thinking?Who the hewll would want to raise to bglonde hair boys in a 3rd world country like Turkey[no offense if you have any ties to the lovely place] So as you see your poem really did get to me a bit. I know what it's like to have this happen. I know how it must look from a womens point of view too. But I swear any [normal]man would always give his right arm and both legs to be a part of his childs up-bringing. I miss it so.. I havent seen them in over 7 years=-sad huh? Anyway if you were wondering- I keep the left arm just so I could have a free hand to pick my beer up with..hey you kick a couple of other vices you pick new ones up' I'm not perfect. See ya around[now I'm all bumbed out] lamemansterms
I'm seeing a father who well in a sense lost his family which kind of hits home cause in a way I did-[but that's another story] Anyway I see the thoughts that you are conveying -I guess you left your husband and your daughter is wondering where Daddy is now-she must be about 2-Man this is something I really shouldn't start talking about-I dont know your deal but I'll guarantee any man who has a child[normal man] would always want to at least be some [even small] part of the childs life- It's a fukt up thing when a family is toern apart for reasons that just can't be fixed -ITS SAD is what it is-anyway the main thing here is you made me think+ your poem really hit home -pretty good[and bad] Nice write see ya L a M 3 M A N $ T 3 r M $
Submission Name: Two words~~Revised from Daddy~
