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I've always dreamed
Of being a dad
Not because I want a legacy,
Or a carbon copy of me
The same reason good parents want children
To give them better than I had
Not to say my parents weren't good
Because I think they did a fantastic job
It was just the little things
Those inevitable truths
Those lies we tell ourselves
To make the pain
In our parents eyes sooth
Like, "I don't like boys"
"Football's not that bad I guess"
"It doesn't matter if they understand"
"This is the way I like to dress"
I remember when I was fourteen
In told my Dad
I didn't want to play football anymore
His face turned red and he screamed
Rage directed right at me,
And as he ranted and swore
It was the disappointment in his voice
That haunted me most.
I had made my choice,
And he choked
That's the tragic thing
About being put in a box
Along with so many fictional perfections
The scalpel gleams
As they begin their dissection
Of all your flaws
Cutting Jesus in your heart
And smiles in your jaws
Each fault is another cut they think they can make,
But the human spirit is something they can't shake
We can take it
We can make it,
But the scars remain
Because we aren't the same
I use to hate it when my parents said,
"I don't get you"
Maybe it's because you didn't try
You sat back with judgmental eyes,
And called me strange,
As if I didn't hear that enough already
But this isn't a stanza for pity
Just the overture
Because I didn't change
I stayed different
I stayed strange
You see we're born to break are parents hearts
To shatter the image they had from the start
Breaking out of those boxes like butterflies
From a cocoon of lies
They don't hate us
They don't want us to fail
And they think if we make their mistakes
We will,
But we need those mistakes
We need to learn how to stand
As the earth quakes
Beneath feet that they'll always see
As two inches long
And one inch wide
They think we'll end up on drugs,
And some of us will
Sometimes giving ourselves
To the power of a pill
To take the edge off the perfection
That standard hey held us to
When some of us come unglued
There's always more glue
We are no fragile things
Building wings
In our cocoon
Hard like diamonds
Scars on our hearts and arms
Entering the world
With a terrified,
"Boom"
That explosion
When we aren't around and they miss us
Not that image they had in their head
The real us,
I don't want that to be my children's end
Seeing me every other weekend
As my hair turns grey,
And I fade
Growing a little more fragile
My wings drooping every day
I want them to know that I'll try
To see them as a person,
And I
Won't be one of the faceless masses
Calling them strange
Calling them weird
I'm going to be their man
There rock
I want to try to understand
Their mistakes
Like horrifying works of art
I want to play my part
Not at their friend
Not as their opposition
But as their Dad.
That's the secret you know
When they look up above
We're gods in child's eyes
Let their gods be of love.
Amen
Of being a dad
Not because I want a legacy,
Or a carbon copy of me
The same reason good parents want children
To give them better than I had
Not to say my parents weren't good
Because I think they did a fantastic job
It was just the little things
Those inevitable truths
Those lies we tell ourselves
To make the pain
In our parents eyes sooth
Like, "I don't like boys"
"Football's not that bad I guess"
"It doesn't matter if they understand"
"This is the way I like to dress"
I remember when I was fourteen
In told my Dad
I didn't want to play football anymore
His face turned red and he screamed
Rage directed right at me,
And as he ranted and swore
It was the disappointment in his voice
That haunted me most.
I had made my choice,
And he choked
That's the tragic thing
About being put in a box
Along with so many fictional perfections
The scalpel gleams
As they begin their dissection
Of all your flaws
Cutting Jesus in your heart
And smiles in your jaws
Each fault is another cut they think they can make,
But the human spirit is something they can't shake
We can take it
We can make it,
But the scars remain
Because we aren't the same
I use to hate it when my parents said,
"I don't get you"
Maybe it's because you didn't try
You sat back with judgmental eyes,
And called me strange,
As if I didn't hear that enough already
But this isn't a stanza for pity
Just the overture
Because I didn't change
I stayed different
I stayed strange
You see we're born to break are parents hearts
To shatter the image they had from the start
Breaking out of those boxes like butterflies
From a cocoon of lies
They don't hate us
They don't want us to fail
And they think if we make their mistakes
We will,
But we need those mistakes
We need to learn how to stand
As the earth quakes
Beneath feet that they'll always see
As two inches long
And one inch wide
They think we'll end up on drugs,
And some of us will
Sometimes giving ourselves
To the power of a pill
To take the edge off the perfection
That standard hey held us to
When some of us come unglued
There's always more glue
We are no fragile things
Building wings
In our cocoon
Hard like diamonds
Scars on our hearts and arms
Entering the world
With a terrified,
"Boom"
That explosion
When we aren't around and they miss us
Not that image they had in their head
The real us,
I don't want that to be my children's end
Seeing me every other weekend
As my hair turns grey,
And I fade
Growing a little more fragile
My wings drooping every day
I want them to know that I'll try
To see them as a person,
And I
Won't be one of the faceless masses
Calling them strange
Calling them weird
I'm going to be their man
There rock
I want to try to understand
Their mistakes
Like horrifying works of art
I want to play my part
Not at their friend
Not as their opposition
But as their Dad.
That's the secret you know
When they look up above
We're gods in child's eyes
Let their gods be of love.
Amen
Literature
On Writing
all the words
all the senses
all the dirt and smell and roughness
the bursting heart
fresh cold water
CRASH of waves and then the ache within
trickling nothing tears and itching legs
all these things
someone wrote them, a bit.
How can you tell anyone
else? How can you thrust
the living today
into someone else's soul?
This is just a nut in a banana leaf.
Literature
Like a stone
Kad bih barem bila pragmatična i čvrsta kao ti,
znala bih da je ljubav ljudska tvorevina,
od stvarnosti štit.
Kad bih barem marginizirala važnost osjećanja kao ti,
znala bih da su ona plod evolucije,
obične kemijske reakcije.
Kad bih barem uspijevala savladati srce kao ti,
pokorila bih svijet,
bila bih prazna kao avet.
Kad bih barem bila neovisna kao ti,
uspjela bih odbaciti okove društva,
ne bi mi trebala duša.
Kad bih barem znala zaboraviti kao ti,
ne bi me proganjala nada,
bio bi prazan ovaj stih.
Literature
Relatable
“A pen is to me as a beak is to a hen.”
- J.R.R Tolkien
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...that is nice, but these days...
...well...
This planet is lost
This earth is no place for children
I am sorry
But this is a dystopic world... And an idea of an ideal...
...well...
This planet is lost
This earth is no place for children
I am sorry
But this is a dystopic world... And an idea of an ideal...