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Dear Father,
Thank you for your kindness.
Thank you for your love.
Thank you for teaching me
About the Lord above.
You always are a comfort.
You always know what to say.
You always do impart your wisdom
To us in every way.
You've taught me all I know.
You've helped me win my soul.
You've given me support
When I couldn't make the goal.
So I'll say that I love you.
So I'll say thanks alot.
So I'll give you credit, Dad,
For everything I've got.
In this I can assure you,
I'd be lost for sure
If all I had to guide me
Was myself to be augur.
Sincerely with a capital "S",
Your Son, Michael
Thank you for your kindness.
Thank you for your love.
Thank you for teaching me
About the Lord above.
You always are a comfort.
You always know what to say.
You always do impart your wisdom
To us in every way.
You've taught me all I know.
You've helped me win my soul.
You've given me support
When I couldn't make the goal.
So I'll say that I love you.
So I'll say thanks alot.
So I'll give you credit, Dad,
For everything I've got.
In this I can assure you,
I'd be lost for sure
If all I had to guide me
Was myself to be augur.
Sincerely with a capital "S",
Your Son, Michael
Literature
Dark Thought Pt. 2
All I had was given to you
My blood, sweat and tears
I gave you shelter from the floods
And I watched you throw away all
My faith, love and trust
Even though you promised me,
Knew I didn't let just anybody in
To gaze upon
My heart, hopes and insecurities
All on the line for you
But when I look back
You had everything to gain
And you did
While I lost everything
When I never had enough for myself
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She
You're tired of walking in the puddles of your own tears.
Going in circles, circles, circles. Getting nowhere.
So you take your suitcase full of burdens, worries, hopes, passions and dreams
and step out of the light and into the weeds
in hopes of catching a train
that never moves forward, and never moves back
but keeps a promise
with a puff of smoke
It's as if I can just reach out and touch her, tell her not to go.
Even though I know . . . she's already gone.
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Cobwebs
the past clings to my flesh and i try
to pry free,
weak and submissive.
bottomless levels of despair
plague my oblivious mind.
i trudge through mud and glass.
a habitually subdued voice
lashes out inflamed words. an escapist
screams. reversal was too far behind
us all.
i stifle my brain into sleep.
the world was already off balance
when i fell into dream that night,
fragile. a cry for help
unearthed innate survival instincts
that havent left since.
i awake in old despair.
scarred minds
are hardly done justice
under a calibrated
microscope. we pretend
to walk in sync until
you hesitate and
leave me stranded.
i submerge into unconscious
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I know it sounds odd, but its just a thankyou "letter" I wrote to my dad. ^~^
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