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Daddy doesn't remember me.
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
He's stuck
In the year 1975,
Back when he was fifteen.
He still thinks his mom is alive.
He still thinks he's going to get beaten
For not being home.
And he still doesn't
Know himself.
Daddy doesn't remember me.
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember my sisters.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
He's stuck
In his past.
And suddenly
He collapses.
"Daddy," I cry
Tears filling my eyes.
"Wake up!"
And after a while
After he lies there, lifeless
For over a half hour..
He wakes up.
"What happened?" He asks.
"Nothing Daddy."
Daddy didn't remember me.
Daddy didn't remember Mommy.
Daddy didn't remember my sisters.
But Daddy doesn't remember that.
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
He's stuck
In the year 1975,
Back when he was fifteen.
He still thinks his mom is alive.
He still thinks he's going to get beaten
For not being home.
And he still doesn't
Know himself.
Daddy doesn't remember me.
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember my sisters.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
He's stuck
In his past.
And suddenly
He collapses.
"Daddy," I cry
Tears filling my eyes.
"Wake up!"
And after a while
After he lies there, lifeless
For over a half hour..
He wakes up.
"What happened?" He asks.
"Nothing Daddy."
Daddy didn't remember me.
Daddy didn't remember Mommy.
Daddy didn't remember my sisters.
But Daddy doesn't remember that.
Literature
R.I.P.
Did anyone notice that she winced if you raised your arm?
Did anyone notice that her eyes were wide with alarm?
Did anyone notice that she never looked you in the eye?
Did anyone notice that her voice was but a sigh?
Did anyone notice that her skin was always bruised?
Did anyone question whether she might be abused?
Did anyone question why she walked in obvious fear?
Did anyone question why one day she did not appear?
Did anyone recognize her face on the six-o’clock news?
Did anyone see her remains pulled from the river refuse?
Did anyone care that this quiet girl no longer exists?
No. No one did. And she will never even be missed.
R.I
Literature
You Don't Know Your Daughter At All
Just because she is no longer in a cradle
Does not mean that your baby wont fall
And if you think that her smile means she is happy
Then you don’t know your daughter at all
On arriving home from school she runs up the stairs
And locks herself away in her room
It’s so easy to think that it’s just teenage angst
That will pass in time and be gone soon
Perhaps you assume that it is just boy trouble
A romance that will soon be forgot
Yes, maybe her problems are just a passing phase
But then again what if they are not
What if they’re deep rooted in the parental soil
That you’ve been failing to cultivate
As she grow
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I was taught right from wrong
I was taught right from wrong
By a murderer
I was taught truth from lies
By a magician
I was taught who my friends were
By my enemy
I was taught to be honest
By a professional liar
I was taught to always speak my mind
By being told to keep quiet
I was taught to be kind
By someone that beat me down
I was taught to smile
By someone who could never wipe a scowl of their face
I was taught to love
By being abused
I was taught to live
By someone who was already dead
I was taught to perform
By someone with stage fright
I was taught to be excellent
By someone that failed in everything
I was taught to rely on only my self
By being su
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About when my dad was sick. I was eight.
He would have episodes where he'd get stuck in his teenage years again. And then he would forget us.
But now he doesn't remember forgetting. He remembers being sick but he doesn't remember what happened.
He would have episodes where he'd get stuck in his teenage years again. And then he would forget us.
But now he doesn't remember forgetting. He remembers being sick but he doesn't remember what happened.
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