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Daddy

Contributed by jason_robert_britt on Monday, 17th March 2003 @ 04:01:28 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



Corrupt...
Broken I feel
Lost to what's real
Mad like you
molded me Dad
Your little boy
Bundle of joy
The life that you
never had
Your hand me down
This broken crown
Of hate that
turned me to bad
Mad I am clad
In hell's black flag
The fag you raised
ain't it sad?
Your anger fuels me faster....

You piece of shit
It's not legit
To hurt the ones
your groin spit
You tied me up
You held me down
You told me
you owned my shit
Can't let me be
Let me be me
Oppress thee
glued to your hip
I'm not your toy
You took my boy
And shoved him
down into shit
Told him he was a bastard...

I cannot feel
The pain's not real
Drugged up it
All slips away
Barely made through
The years that you
Beat me down
to your slave
For years I saved
Power you craved
To one day crush
you to clay
That day's arrived
Will you survive
When tables are
flipped my way?
The pupil surpasses the master...

Where are you now daddy?...Bed!
Where are you now daddy?...Bled!
Where are you now daddy?...Red!
Where are you now daddy?...Dead!

Stand back!...
Don't want a hug
I'm feelin' down
And I'm a
lookin' to fight
Don't judge me wrong
I'm not that strong
But I'll kill
your ass tonight
Cause I don't care
Hate takes me there
You make me, bitch
Get it right!
I'll tie you up
Slit your fat gut
Then fuck your ass
while it's tight
With a splintered shovel handle!...

Is your ass sore?
What you want more?
I'll give it
to you for days
Maybe for months
Maybe for years
I'll find some
creative ways
To make you pay
Till you are grey
Until your
flesh rots away
You groped your child
It drove you wild
Don't give a
fuck what you say!
Is the truth too much to handle?...

I'm so insane
Lost in this pain
Sometimes I
think I will burst
I pray the hate
Will go away
With time it
only gets worse
I can't stop shaking
Paranoia
Haunts my life
like a curse
My head is twisted
You insisted
I should lose
my mind first!
Made me a faltering candle!...

Where are you now daddy?...Bed!
Where are you now daddy?...Bled!
Where are you now daddy?...Red!
Where are you now daddy?...Dead!




Copyright © jason_robert_britt ... [ 2003-03-17 16:01:28]
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Re: Re: Daddy (User Rating: 1 )
by on Tuesday, 18th March 2003 @ 06:09:40 AM AEST
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pure, raw emotion - i like this, despite the somewhat disturbing comment its clear you needed this opportunity to vent and the poem is powerful on so many levels. be strong, keep writing, Kate x


Re: Re: Daddy (User Rating: 1 )
by on Wednesday, 19th March 2003 @ 04:00:50 PM AEST
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Unfourtunately, my life has been disturbing, I wish I could write about all flowers and love, but I have found very little inspiration in that department. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and your comment, it is appreciated more then you could ever know.


Re: Re: Daddy (User Rating: 1 )
by on Friday, 21st March 2003 @ 02:03:06 AM AEST
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i have this theory about writing it out... whatever it is... it seems, with this bit of prose, you have written it out to the tenth degree... some of this was difficult for me to read, but i do not know your pain... i have now seen a little glimpse of it, and it seems you needed to get this angry with words... words can heal much... instead of doing, i write my sickness out... you have done a fine job here... my blessings to you... michele


Re: Re: Daddy (User Rating: 1 )
by on Friday, 21st March 2003 @ 01:50:15 PM AEST
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thank you, and my blessings to you...


Re: Re: Daddy (User Rating: 1 )
by on Saturday, 29th March 2003 @ 03:12:18 PM AEST
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this is a truely great poem. i am glad that i have never gone through anything that compares to that. my heart goes out to u and everything u have suffered through. thank you for sharing, it made me greatful for what i have. ~Apryl


Re: Re: Daddy (User Rating: 1 )
by on Monday, 23rd June 2003 @ 08:25:00 AM AEST
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its kind of weird you know
when you read someones words
and they are your own
your anger its mine
your hate its mine
your fear its mine
your insanity its mine
please please pm me
let me speak to you
let me have some of your strength to speak
the words which you have already wrote


Re: Re: Daddy (User Rating: 1 )
by on Monday, 23rd June 2003 @ 08:45:00 AM AEST
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its kind of weird you know
when you read someones words
and they are your own
your anger its mine
your hate its mine
your fear its mine
your insanity its mine
please please pm me
let me speak to you
let me have some of your strength to speak
the words which you have already wrote


Re: Re: Daddy (User Rating: 1 )
by on Wednesday, 27th August 2003 @ 11:23:54 PM AEST
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that was amazingly vivid. the bursting form of writing make it seem like a swarm of chaotic thoughts, a breeding ground for insanity. i feel for you, for what you endured, and i'm glad to see you made it through. i hope you achieve the closure you need. excellent write.

51


Re: Re: Daddy (User Rating: 1 )
by on Friday, 9th January 2004 @ 11:17:41 AM AEST
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wow, I can relate to that alot. The only difference is it wasnt my dad who did it, which makes a hell of alot of difference. Powerful write, with anger and emotions, which I can see, because I experience them every day. We are alot at like, that we can display our emotions and out checkered pasts, with honesty, pain and passion. One day they will pay




 

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