I am 24 and he is 30. We have been together for a year and a half. He has a 6 year old daughter. We have had a kind of rocky relationship but we were very committed to eachother. We have lived together all but 3 months of that. He asked my Dad if he could marry me two months into our relationship. When we met I was still recovering from an eating disorder and he had just lost his house to foreclosure so we both had struggles. We met at our job. He worked crazy hours because he has split custody of his daughter. So we got a rental house and things were rocky but we loved eachother very much. We were fighting more and more but I didn't know why. I blamed myself alot and always ended up apologizing to him. He never liked to address our problems. He met my family and they loved him. I met his and they were way different from mine.. pretty cold and unwelcoming. But it was okay. I always saw the good in him and he had a big heart. He had his troubles but I always saw the good side to him. And I loved how he had helped me in my recovery and showed me how to live my life as enjoyable as possible. I got pregnant and he seemed okay with it. I was happy though I wished we had waited until we were more stable. He went on a trip to Honduras with me and my extended family. He surprised me and asked my dad if he could marry me and proposed to me. I was so happy and surprised. When we got back we started fighting a lot. I now realize that it was how he talked to me. He wasn't very nice to me. We had my ultrasound to see what we were having and it was a girl. He seemed to be kind of unhappy about that and stopped really acknowledging my pregnancy. He never once did anything to help me while I was pregnant. He would get on to me for doing the laundry wrong and for asking him to clean up after himself in the kitchen. I would cry all the time because he would just be mean and tell me I'm crazy (i was hormonal!) and then ignore me and spend time with his daughter so he didn't have to address our problems. I was isolated and miserable just a few months after our engagement. I was getting more and more frustrated and unhappy. I cried all the time and he'd tell me to leave the house if I was going to do that. It seemed like sex was the only thing we still had. I tried to talk to him but he didn't want to anymore. He blamed me for all of the problems and I believed him.. though it didn't feel right. I was just trying to make it work. I was so good to him. Rubbed his back, cooked, brought him food to work, played with his daughter. He didn't do one thing for me except wash my car (which I could care less about). I kept asking him if he still wanted to be with me which drove him crazy but it really didn't feel right. I even paid for counseling for us. He came two times and I was hopeful that we'd figure it out. Then he threw me a baby shower with both our families. That same day, we had an argument and he called and said he wouldn't be coming home. I was crying and felt desparate. Instead of giving him space I kept telling him to come back and we can make it work. I was hysterical. I stayed with my mom and I got him a new bike I'd been wanting to get him. I thought space would be good. But while I was gone he had a 20 year old girl over and slept with her in my bed, leaving my bedsheets in a heap after he washed them. He avoided me for a whole week and then just said he was done and that he had been 'over me' for a month. I found love poems he had wrote with this girl in my house. He stayed with his sister and had this girl who is a 20year old single mother staying there with him because she just split with the father of her baby. They were waiting there because they thought I would move out of my house and let them take over the lease but I wasn't having that. I wanted him to come back. Finally he got his own place with her and left me with a $1100 lease and bills and hasn't talked to me since. Not about the baby not about how I am not about where I'm staying. I'm devastated and confused. Please give me your opinion. Please don't judge.
If it's too long for you then don't read it. You don't have to comment on it. Please be a little more mature. THank you.
My friends and family told me that I was probably the best girl he had ever had the chance to be with. And I was very good to him. I guess I am not strong enough to demand better for myself yet. But in a way he did love me too... but I guess it was a very immature love. I just was asking him to be there and support me and show me he loved me and he didn't know how to do that. He got tired of me asking for that little bit of support and he left. I felt alone all of the pregnance. The hardest part about letting go is that I still see the good in him and his intentions. I think I may have wanted him to be and saw him as something that he wasn't. I feel stupid. This has been the hardest experience of my short life.
My step-mother was physically and emotionally abusive to me for 14yrs. growing up. I haven't talked to her or my father in nine years but I have alot of hate and have been struggling to move on .I would like to hear feedback on the poem as well as If I should sent it to her ?or just put it in a box ?Please help somehow after all this time I can't let go of this,and it has affected my relationship with my husband of 12yrs. Why is that?
Either way here it is.....
you've hated me so all through my life ,and all you are is my dads newest wife,
you've taken my soul and heart in such a way ,i can't forgive you to this day,
my kids were born with no sight of you, you we're supposed to be part of who they knew.
you took my childhood right out of me, you shoved my face in my own pee,
you took my head and banged it so , i've never hit an all time low,
i bet your power is your drug of choice,i bet it is when hateful actions gave me no voice,
to stop you and all the hurt, you even ripped up my favorite shirt,
you monitored my calls, and told me no, how in the hell was i suppose to grow,
i dropped out just to run from you, getting away was all i could do.
i told mom and you beat me worse, u just wanted me to end up in a hurst..
i bet you never thought with your cheerleading daughters,when i'd be the one to tread water..
i can't keep friends, or the love of my life, again this is to you,my dad's newest wife ,
no wonder why i feel like i'm dying, because im not happy ,I seem to be only crying.
i hate you,but not that you care ,grow a heart if you dare,
take back your actions and words you have said ..
because of you i have lived half dead.
i miss myself ,oh wait i don't know who that is ..all wasn't wasn't one of your kids
but somehow through the pain you've cased in my life ,again all i think of you as is my dads newest wife.
a person with no remorse for anything you've done ,well it starts with me NOW..the battle will be won...
it's gonna be awhile but i refuse to quit, not over you, and yourhatefulatefull PITY ME shit.
you've done enough damage now, i have to let go ....now it's time for me to say ,NO!!!
FINALLY
My father never stood up to her either,he,turned to drugs and alh.-he almost killed both of us when I was 8 my step-mom told him to take "your daughter"me (while) throughly intoxicated and he let his hands off the wheel and wrapped the truck around a telephone pole.
I miss my father and have heard through my half brother he and my grandma his mom are'nt doing well..I just can't bare to face her after all this time
PS. when i copied the poem from my notepad to this site it duplicated some of my words,and left out some .sorry
Thankyou all so much for your feedback this has been really difficult for me and because of that it does feel like "she's winning the battle"
My heart sank once more, fearing another outburst like the day before.
My father walked up to her and embraced her and tried to kiss her lightly upon her forehead but she shrugged him off, scolding him with distaste. He reluctantly withdrew and asked, “How was your sleep, honey?”
She lazily gazed at me and I averted my eyes downward towards the counter.
“Well, I was having a good sleep until you two woke me up,” said mother grumpily glaring at him. “What was with all of the fuss, anyway?”
My father’s eyes flickered my way and I caught his gaze. A small smile pierced the intensity of my lips. He waited until my mother was busy making herself coffee; the soft grinding off coffee beans broke the awkward silence.
He made his funny gesture once more and I laughed.
“Now what is it?” My mother said turning around and glaring at me with utter disgust, as if I was nothing more than gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe.
“Nothing,” I said trying with all of my strength to stifle a laugh.
But I could not as a sudden tidal wave of laughter broke through the seams of my mouth and my father broke into laughter of equal merit. I howled and buried my face into my arms which were crossed upon the counter. My black hair splayed all across my arms creating a tent in which only my face would emerge from.
My mother tapped her fingers on the mahogany counters, pouring her coffee into a golden mug decorated with red roses, letting the steam waft into the air, and then took a sip.
She flustered with agitation and said, “I really do not see what all of the fuss is about, and what are you laughing about Miss Charlene Mae Dawson?”
Her voice rose stifled our laughter, yet the vibrations silhouetted within the echoes still vibrated long after subsiding to a dull whisper.
She glared at me and slammed her coffee mug down against the counter with a loud clank. I peered up from my make-shit tent, still smiling at my father who had cowered in fear of another eruption by my mother who threateningly put her hands on her hips. The small lump in my throat grew hard and painful to swallow.
“Nothing,” I said brushing my bangs away from my eyes.
“Nothing, huh,” said my mother with disbelief. “And what will you be doing today Miss Charlene Mae Dawson, going to the beach and writing another one of your useless poems?”
I said nothing.
Obviously flushed by my resistance for confrontation she continued, “Or will you just sit up in your room doing nothing and wasting your life away while many other’s are out looking for jobs, going to college----“
She swallowed with resentment. My father bowed his head down looking at his feet and murmured, “Honey, please, we are trying to have a peaceful morning and you are just---“
He never got to finish as her chest swelled with frustration, “I am just what Jonathan? Her voice like feet snapping branches in two.
He sighed and continued, “Nothing, look, honey,” grabbing her by the shoulders, “Your constant putting down and arguing over this will not make anything better, why don’t you just focus on giving your daughter the support she needs and stop comparing her to other’s children out there.”
“Do you know how—utterly embarrassing it is to go down to the country club and listen to all of the other women speak about their son’s and daughters, about how they are going off to ivy league schools like Yale, Harvard, Princeton, West Point, amidst a variety of others----“
She paused and said with an even quieter tone,” You can’t imagine how that must feel to know that other’s daughters and sons are going off to college and doing something with their lives and your daughter is just---just---“ She didn’t finish.
My father picked up where she had left off and calmly said, “Is just biding her time and awaiting an opportunity that best suits her. “
“She is my daughter,” said mother chewing the words then spitting them out and tossing his arms aside like rag dolls.
Her face contorted into a sort of ugly grimace. Her eyes glowed with anger and her face began to flash beet red as if it was a warning of a melt down. Her feet remain firmly planted upon the kitchen tile.
I peered up at my father, eyes widened with surprise. He had never spoken out against my mother like that before. I did not know what to say.
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Basically in a nut shell:
Her mother is mad because she didn't graduate has not job all she does is write poetry. Her father is understanding has a great relationship with her daughter mother doesn't. Charlene (daughter) meets a black girl whose dialect is a bit different because she is from the other side of town, she is poor but she did graduate, a clash between two social and economic backgrounds.=]
They change each others lives.
Father learns he has prostate cancer and eventually dies.
She narrates in the end that he does=[
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She is 26 and has a child of her own, her father and me have been dating for almost 4 yrs. Her jealousy resembles that of a child, she dedicates poems, songs to him that talk about daughters instead of dad's, gives him pictures of both, calls herself daddy's little girl... she even went as far as to move two doors down to interrupt our privacy, i've really tried to have a good relationship, kissed her butt basically, but it seems that the happier we are the more jealous she gets.
She says she adores her dad but aren't daughters suppose to be happy for their dad's happiness? she has been disrespectful towards him before for something like him missing her call! and i've stood up for him because he allows her to step all over himI got her dad to stop using drugs, cigarettes, become more healthy. I am younger than her, her dad and I have a 20 + age difference but we have a great relationship and the age isn't an issue at all. His family say i'm the best thing to happen to him- all but her of course. She has stated she hopes we don't have children, she even went as far as to say he didn't love her anymore because he didn't dance with her in a recent wedding ( first time she saw us dance together). I just find this all so unusual- never expected to have to deal with this situation with a grown step-daughter.
she isn't his biological child, can this have anything to do with it. Btw the whole family also thinks she has issues and behaves childish. We live far from her now but even when we saw her recently she acted cold, non-talkative except from the occasional grabbing him for a pic of them together- sometimes she acts more like a jealous girlfriend! HELP!
Mr. Warrior, No- I do not expect her to call her mommy but to respect me and her father. I have tried everything: babysitting for her, giving her advice, money, inviting her for dinner. We actually we're really close once until she accused her father of being a bad dad because she called late at night and he didn't pick up because he was sleeping. I've even gone as far as to tell me when she wants to see her dad for me to get out of the house, just so they don't stop seeing each other! I don't think anyone my age would do that or any other woman for that matter. and I actually move out of my country without my family or friends for her dad and went into a serious depression. He doesn't have any $$$ so money isn't the issue.
Ok. It’s a long story, but I need serious guidance on this issue. I need to include as many details as I can because they all contribute to this issue. Ok. This past valentines day I asked an old friend of mine on a date. We had know each other for over four years, all through out high school, but it had take me that long to build up the nerve to finally ask her out. Part of it was her ex-boyfriend. They were together for almost a year and were obviously in love. I didn’t want to interfere with that. She had gotten pregnant during this time, and I was in military school so we weren’t talking much. They broke up several month after the baby was born, because she found out she was cheating on him. Ok, so she had a 5 month old child when we went on this date and we ended up getting really close that night. We had sex, and I don’t know how because we had just started talking again. We just kind of connected and it happened. We started dating and we became really close to each other. She says its crazy but she feel more in love with me and cared for me more than she ever did here ex in such a short period of time. I started getting close to, and then I got scared. I didn’t know if I was ready to be a father or handle any of this, so I turned away. I started talking to another girl, and I thought to myself, “It would just be easier to go with her.” I wasn’t dating her, and I told her I didn’t know if I wanted to give up this girl I really cared for her, but then I accidentally sent a text meant for her to the girl I was dating, and I admit I had told my girlfriend I had stop talking to this other girl. So, we broke up, enviably, and I started dating this other girl. My ex also started dating someone else. It just didn’t feel right, it was like I was trying to fill a gap with the wrong person, and I became jealous of this other guy my ex was seeing, something that had never happened before. Over time my ex and I started talking again, after I had said some really ugly things to her, we became close again, and I tried to win her back. Over time I did and we started dating again. And she tried to leave me several times but I wrote her dozens of poems and several songs and brought her flowers and feel in love with her and her daughter and even her family. I became attached to all of them. We became close again, and a few weeks ago, I propose. It’s seemed things were headed in the right direction and she was beginning to show me love and affection again. Then our problems started mounting. She didn’t want to have sex again; I did because I thought it would make her feel close to me again, and make her love me again. Instead, after having it several times, she told me that she was only giving it to me to shut me up, and that she hated having sex now, and regretted ever giving it to me in the first place because we weren’t ready. That’s true, we weren’t, and we won’t be for awhile. Then, more recently, she stopped texting me, telling me that she loves me, or saying sweet things to me. She was starting to again, but just suddenly stopped this past week. I asked her why, and she told me it would take her time to let me in again. Her ex had hurt her, I had hurt her, her family and especially her father had hurt he since she had her daughter. I asked to many questions I guess, and she told me she just wasn’t affectionate anymore and when she was her ex and I walked all over her. She said it may take a year it may take twelve years, to start showing the affection that I wanted and she didn’t even know if she could ever love me like she did. After we talked for awhile I told I felt like I tried so hard but it was all for nothing because she just turned away from me again. Then she told me she just didn’t want to do this anymore. She said being in a relationship was too hard being a teenage mother, being a full time college student, working a job on weekends, and being hurt as much as she had. She pointed out I was going off to college and I would meet new girls there, and “she knew how I was.” She broke up with me, after it all, and I’ve never been hurt like this before. I’m insanely in love with her, and I would give anything just to be with her again and feel loved like I was. I screwed it up by leaving the first time and not a SINGLE day goes by that I don’t regret what I’ve done. She says she still loves me more than anything but her daughter, if not as much as she id before, but she can’t deal with me right know and wants to be alone. She says she doesn’t have the energy to work at a relationship. I want to be with her again and her to love me like she did. Is there anything I can do or do I just have to leave it all to time and fate to decide?
I didn't actually mean to alliterate. I just did a mock at home but I really don't get the mark scheme, literature exam soon and panicking!!
I don't think I answered the second question as well.
Compare how memories are presented in homecoming and before you were mine
Compare how attitudes to loved ones are presented in two poems from pre 1914
Both’ homecoming’ and ‘before you were mine’ are similar in the fact that they are primarily presenting another persons memories rather than those of the narrators. In ‘Homecoming’ ‘it’s sixteen years or so’ before the narrator and the character being portrayed meet and in ‘before you were mine’ it’s the daughter describing her mum’s life before she was born.
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Homecoming > argument in second stanza presented through childish mind > colours ‘red’, ‘yellow’ and ‘blue’ are used to show how vivid memories can be when experienced through child etc . shows also how simple children see world
Memory in homecoming used as microcosm of all family disputes. Used to show how lucky we are to have a relationship that’s too strong to break with anything. Armitage used another layer, ‘excersize in trust’ to show this. Connecting the memories ending with trust.
Before you were mine > describing mums youth after photo . positive shiny language
Structure = neat and ordered = like a photo album
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Memories in both these poems are presented to portray the poets opinions on the subject. In homecoming Armitage uses a childs memory of an argument to show the loving nature of a family household and tried to persuade the reader to appreciate that gift. The canary yellow jacket ‘still fits’ after the argument over it. This is a metaphor of how the child and parents still trusted each other after the argument because of their strong, emotional connection. In before you were mine the memories her daughter imagined her mum to have are used to show the extent of sacrifices mothers everywhere make after having children
The poems on my first sonne and sonnet 130 are completely devoid of passion. This is expected in Ben Jonsons poem as it’s about the death of his son and how his love for him is causing him an immense amount of pain. This is suprising in shakespeares love sonnet, though, as typical love sonnets try and strengthen the existence of passion in the relationhip they are trying to describe
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Sonnet 130 > unflattering quote > shocking as contradicticts love poetry rules etc > reader assumes not love poem > rhyming coupet at end show Shakespeare actually does love mistress ‘quote’ he’s saying he loves as much as any couple who shower each other with false praises > believe he’s emphasizing how perfection or belief in perfection is not important in love , he believes love does not depend on fantasy and passion > ‘the goddess quote’ > he appreciates mistress and his love for they exist
One my first sonne > contrary to sonnet 130’s hidden positive tone > describes grief over love one > ‘sinne was too…’ > his positive emotions towards boy make him gloomy now
‘lose all father’ > lose faith in god > big deal for people back then > love changed his mindset
‘will man lament…’ > debates existence of grief > logical > did not comfort him though because of
‘rhyming couplet at end’ > strengthens presentation of emotions > shows he doesn’t want to love again etc
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Whilst Sonnet 130 has an underlying message to it, one my first sonne is just a poem that expresses the poets emotions. Shakespeare in sonnet 130 is bashing superficiality and reliance of fantasy in loving relationships using his love for his mistress as an example. Ben Jonson uses words such as ‘lament’ and ‘misery’ to depict how strong his grief for his son is. By doing this he is showing how much he loved his son.
THANK YOU!!!!!!!
Peace & Hatred
Peace is a natural occurrence, when God made the Earth he put it everywhere,
He sprinkled some peace on us, to share it with the world,
Peace is with us, he sprinkled it on each strand of our hair.
He sprinkled some peace in a bluebird’s beak, to help her create a melodious tune,
He sprinkled some peace in the sky, where did you think the stars came from?
He sprinkled some peace on the beach, sprinkled peace all over the sand dunes.
God sprinkled peace on a dying infant, her eyes opened and she never passed away,
He sprinkled it on a feuding mother and daughter and there relationship became stronger than ever,
God sprinkled some peace on fighting children and they stopped fighting and started to play.
Peace is sprinkled all around us; we just have to keep an eye out for it,
When all seems wrong we witness a miracle of God’s peace,
We just can’t give up, because if we all do, we will lose all of earth’s peace bit by bit.
Sadly, hatred is also sprinkled just about everywhere,
It has been sprinkled everywhere, but not sprinkled by God; sprinkled by humanity,
It reminds us of ours sins, and more is sprinkled every year.
Hatred is sprinkled in the tears of a child abused by her father,
It is sprinkled in the blood of a wounded soldier,
It is sprinkled in a starving puppy left on the streets not feed, because no one would bother.
Hatred and peace is sprinkled throughout this world,
But we need to sweep up the hatred,
And have the peace unfurled.
I wrote it in lewss than a half an hour this morning for a peace poetry contest for school. I had to enter because its our homework for language arts ut i couldn't do it last night because I was sick and wasn't in a poetry mood, is it any good, what would you change about it?
haha all my friends said it sucks, jw i already passed it in anyways
One of my friend's (shes 13)
Dad just got out of Prison a couple days ago,
He has been in there since she was 7 (so six years ago)
and she wrote, this- and wants to know what you guys think?
______________________________________...
I sat here six years
Waiting for the perfect daddy
But in those six years
I realized something
Even if I waited and got him
It would not be the same
Every one else grew up with
Their perfect dad
Why was I the only one?
Who had to wait?
No matter what,
I’ll always love you
You know that is true
But though I’ll always love you
I’ll never really know you for you
You were gone most of my life
You were the one who left me feeling blue
When they finally told me,
You were going to arrive
Even though I was happy
I felt a bit deprived
Did I really want,
Some stranger in my life?
No matter what,
I’ll always love you
You know that is true
But though I’ll always love you
I’ll never really know you for you
You were gone most of my life
You were the one who left me feeling blue
And so I sit
In my room locked away
Thinking how so long ago
I yearned for this day
And so I want to know
If you feel the same
Do you, like me
Think it will never be the same
As those kids in my class
Who always had
That perfect dad…
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So what dou you think?
I told her she should give it to him, but she wants other pplz opinions.
I agree its not PERFECT
but it comes frome the heart :)
We arent trying to make him feel bad, but its cuz she wants him to know how she feels-shes not just trying to tell him that its not gonna ever be the same, shes also trying to say that even though its obvious that they arent gonna have that perfect father daughter relationship she still loves him after everything he did to hher when she was little (he was abusive to her and her mother)
5 friends
First there were 5 of us,
Together like a herd,
Then time swept us away,
We drifted apart as a boat drifts at sea,
2 found their way together,
3 went on.
School starts up,
Life together is no more,
We all wonder if we will pass each other,
Share a kind smile,
But at the end of the day,
We all know it will be nothing more than a smile,
But we will always have that memory of the warmth we once shared.
Things seem close,
But as the bell rings,
They crumble to nothing,
Thoughts about our future as one,
Float around our minds,
New people try to fill these spaces,
The empty square in our hearts.
What corrections should i make?
What do u think of it?
Father-Daughter
A close bond,
Inspiration,
Uplift,
Two people as close as paper and glue.
Love,
Caring,
Lasted for years.
Boom,
Divorce,
That father-daughter relationship ripped by another human’s hands.
Now betrayal,
Only lies,
Excuses,
Filling the air as quick as smoke.
Her life hardening,
A young girl learning only to be forgotten,
“Do this for me, you need to sacrifice”,
Words she was told.
No is only a word,
Feeling’s mean nothing,
Being told she’s not worth it,
Looking to friends for care,
They too have forgotten her,
Her feelings,
Life hardships.
No father,
No friends,
Family meaning everything.
Mom and brothers,
Three not under a spell,
Respecting and helping her.
One year has gone away,
Deeper the hole,
Stronger the girls soul.
This young girl learned copping skills,
How to stand for what she needs,
Knowing NO is not just a word.
Any corrections?
~Catherine Zembrelle Parrish
PLEASE DON"T TAKE CREDIT FOR MY WORK
5 friends
First there were 5 of us,
Together like a herd,
Then time swept us away,
We drifted apart as a boat drifts at sea,
2 found their way together,
3 went on.
School starts up,
Life together is no more,
We all wonder if we will pass each other,
Share a kind smile,
But at the end of the day,
We all know it will be nothing more than a smile,
But we will always have that memory of the warmth we once shared.
Things seem close,
But as the bell rings,
They crumble to nothing,
Thoughts about our future as one,
Float around our minds,
New people try to fill these spaces,
The empty square in our hearts.
What corrections should i make?
What do u think of it?
Father-Daughter
A close bond,
Inspiration,
Uplift,
Two people as close as paper and glue.
Love,
Caring,
Lasted for years.
Boom,
Divorce,
That father-daughter relationship ripped by another human’s hands.
Now betrayal,
Only lies,
Excuses,
Filling the air as quick as smoke.
Her life hardening,
A young girl learning only to be forgotten,
“Do this for me, you need to sacrifice”,
Words she was told.
No is only a word,
Feeling’s mean nothing,
Being told she’s not worth it,
Looking to friends for care,
They too have forgotten her,
Her feelings,
Life hardships.
No father,
No friends,
Family meaning everything.
Mom and brothers,
Three not under a spell,
Respecting and helping her.
One year has gone away,
Deeper the hole,
Stronger the girls soul.
This young girl learned copping skills,
How to stand for what she needs,
Knowing NO is not just a word.
~Catherine Zembrelle Parrish
PLEASE DON"T TAKE CREDIT FOR MY WORK
A good friend of mine just lost her father. She had a very turbulent relationship with him when he was alive. He was verbally abusive, poor role model, and most of the time a drug addict. Nevetheless, she loves him dearly and he is her father. She is struggling really hard with this as most people around her think she shouldn't waste her time. I really want to send her a nice card, poem, saying something to let her know that eventhough things werent always ideal for them, loving him and missing him is okay, and that she has a friend who understands. Any suggestions?
I wrote my bio dad a letter pouring my heart out, telling him all about me. I looked up his info on the internet and found his address and mailed it to him. Two months later, I receive a letter from him but it sounds odd, it sounds rehearsed as I am reading, no real emotion, nothing about him. I look up some of the lines on the internet only to find out that it is a poem. Yes, he copied and pasted a poem about daughters into a letter (in his handwriting) and sent it to me . I haven't spoken to him in years and I get a letter back with nothing original; nothing about where he has been the last 25 years, nothing about why he left, no I am sorry, but instead pasted lyrics from a Hallmark greeting card. What should my next move be? Send him a copy of the link? Should I be mad? or Should I be happy he responded? I have had little to no contact over the span of 25 years. I am 32, a doctor, happily married, but thought that I would track him down and extend an invitation to build a relationship. I am not sure as to whether or not to be mad, happy he responsed, disappointed, etc. Any suggestions.
He signed it "Your best friend" WTF? A man I never knew and he calls himself my best friend. I don't even know what that means or how to even begin processing that. No, "I love you; I am sorry I left; sorry I missed out" Just a pasted poem and then signed, Your BFF. WTF?
I saw the lyrics to holly dunn's - daddy's hands but, are there any other songs besides this one that speak about a daughter and father relationship. Could plz send me the lyrics to Daddy's Hands as well as any others that may be suitable for making a scrapbook pg. for my friend. Her dad past away about 2 yrs. ago and her b-day along with her wedding is coming up as well and I'd like to do a special tribute pg so, she can have it for her b-day as well as her wedding day that way he's there with her in spirit though he's perished he'll still be with her through an " IN LOVING MEMORY" kinda way. can you help me out ? Otherwise, I'll make up my own poem.either way I'd like some options to view before a final decision is made. Thanks to everyone in advance. take care
sorry for the ambiguous paragraph breaks. Thesis is: Debussy's experimentations and unconventional ways have revolutionized the art of music, influencing many later composers and sparking new forms of music such as jazz.
Thesis is: Debussy's experimentation and unconventional ways have revolutionized the art of music, influecning many later composers and sparking new forms of music such as jazz
To My Father.
Who are you? Where is the father I knew?
I don't like the person you've became.
Where is the father who puts HIS kids first?
The one who I knew a few years ago.
The one who wouldn't let some woman ruin his life
or his relationship with his OWN daughters?
Most of the stuff you don't like about me is cause
YOUR the reason why I do or done it, the cutting &
the smoking,all cause of YOU.
The poem you read "Why?" was about YOU!
Most of the stuff thats wrong with me is cause of YOU!
You may not like some of the stuff I do or done,
cause you can't handle the fact that your
YOUNGEST daughter is growing up.
Your almost 45 years old & you act like your 21 again.
Its time to act your age.
Sometimes I feel like I can say that
I don't have a father cause
YOU don't hardly act like one.
And the reason why I NEVER say I love u
is cause I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE ANYMORE!!
If you want to read more of my poems. Then e-mail me and I'll send then to you..
Thank You.
I don't talk to my father anymore. He calls my moms house all the time wanting to talk to him and I just don't have anything to say to him.. And I've sent the poem to him.. I mean He will understand this because I've wrote poems before and he liked them.
I lived with my dad for about 2 years and he treated me like his SLAVE.. and now that he has a girlfriend/wife, he doesn't want anything to do with his OWN girls.. My dad gets drunk like every night and his girlfriend/wife is a pothead and a crack head.. For the past 2 or 3 years my dad has changed into someone that I wish I never knew.
I don't cut myself anymore. I done it when I lived with my dad because I was depressed and is calmed me down from hitting other people...
Here is the first poem I wrote to him.
Why?
Why do you make me do this?
Why do you always have to act like this?
Why did you do this 2 me?
Why do you blame me?
Why do you always make me the bad kid in the family?
You Always ask why do i do this shit and I say because
of you and you never believed me until I really done it and
every time I'm around you I want to cry. You act like you don't
even know me.You always find a way 2 make
me cry...Why do you always do this 2 ME do it 2 someone
else because you make me feel hated and not wanted
in this world, and u make me feel like i'm not your
child...
Why this?
Why now?
Why Me?
Why?
Can you hear me
Can you hear my cries
Can you see the tears
Can you see that you hurt me
Do you remember the days you left us
Do you remember the days i begged you to stay
When will you realize the mistakes you made
You helped to bring us into this world
But after that you were hardly around
There were other things more important
We never meant much
But we loved you even when you hurt us
It took mom 24 years to realize
She could do better
Our lives are changing
And your still not around much
You know you hurt us
And we know that you didnt care
Once in our lives it would be nice
Nice to know that we can rely on you
Just once would i like my dad to be there
One time to know that my dad cares for me
Yeah, your trying now
But I've been in this world for 15 years
And its taken you this long to come around
When will i be able to rely on you each day
Where will our father-daughter relationship be in a year
I would like to think that my wedding day will be special
Dad, you hurt us when you hurt mom
It hurt to know that we just weren't good enough somedays.
It sucked to know that you had to cheat in order to feel "good"
I hate knowing each day you go home from work
And see my half sister and a kid who isnt even yours
But what i hate more is knowing our family has grown apart, and we will never ever be the same
It contains a story of a man who gets drunk and impregnates both of his daughters after his wife dies.
There are incidents of people eating their own children.
Children are sacrificed on an altar to a god.
Animals are ritually sacrificed.
Two of the men seem to have a homo-erotic relationship and one states to the other that 'your love far exceeds that of a woman'.
The book also contains many occult practices, such as divination, conjuring, and speaking with the dead.
There is a bizarre poem about incest with a man's underage sister, and comments about horse semen.
The book also openly promotes slavery and polygamy, and the keeping of royal brothels?
Several times, characters in the book have sex with their step-mothers or the mistress of their father or other relatives.
Prostitution is openly displayed.
Murders and lynch mobs are common in the book.
Should this vile book be kept out of the hands of children?
No matter how they try to explain it, we will never understand,
Cause the thoughts of a woman, can never be understood by a man,
Our minds work different, their method of thinking is quite unique,
Men would be blown away, if we were allowed to take just one peek,
Women won’t allow this to happen, that privilege hasn’t been earned,
But with this letter, I hope to explain all of what I have come to learn,
First we’ll start with the woman, who will surpass almost every other,
The first woman that a man is destined to love, this woman is his mother,
The mother is the most loving, loyal, and the most dedicated to a man,
His trusted advisor, and without her foundation, a man can never stand,
The relationship they establish and the love they share will forever stay,
But this is the first woman in a man’s life that he will push far away,
Not out of angry, but because that’s what she prepared him to do,
This is where we complicated it and introduce woman number two,
This woman can show you that life is worth more than any car or toy,
This woman can also be the one, whose only purpose is to destroy,
This one tricky, this woman can make or break a man’s heart and pride,
You see, this is the woman, that makes us feel all the funny things inside,
A man’s hardest choice is to pick the right woman for him to share his life,
This woman can turn into his worst enemy, best friend, or loving wife,
They’ll tell you that your perfect, then tell you that you have to change,
They can repair your soul, or rip it apart; the risk is at close range,
So either keep your distance or use extreme caution as you proceed,
Yet a man can select this woman to be the one to carry his seed,
The intro to woman number three, comes in light of a daughter,
She teaches the most important lesson, how to become a father,
There have been many before her, but she will mean much more,
The only woman a man doesn’t want to see walk through that door,
So in conclusion I’ll leave you with one final thought in your head,
Love and respect all women, without them you might as well be dead!
thanx for all the great input guys and girls. Yes there are so kinks i have to work out of the poem .. some grammer errors and stuff. To the one who said my style of poems is "outdated" poems are an expression of the soul .. no old .. new .. wrong or right way to write a poem
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