Poetry by me, (new)

[ladygoldberry]

Merry christmas Daddy
it's two years ago this month
that I watched you packing
for a life much more fun

christmas songs are playing
On the Radio today
the joyful song is singing
of Love on christmas day

Dance with me daddy
just like we used to do
I'll be your little angel
if you fly me to the moon

Oh wait, I forgot
I'm much much bigger now
who would have ever thought
that you would throw away your vow

When I was old enough
to take care of myself.
But now I have to bluff
and hide the tears away.

So I'm writing you
This chrismas daddy
I thought of you
this christmas daddy

and the present you gave to me,
An empty office.

your love for mom was phony
its what you led us to believe
you turned your back, acted like a boy
as you chased after your new toy.
a girl no older than 18.

Have you stopped living in dream land daddy?
she never loved you, never will
She was replused to hear it daddy,
she doesn't like you still.

It's christmas time at home daddy
and I'm sorry to say
that I could care less if you were here
Because I wan't Joy on christmas day.

[Ozymandias]

you maked me cry...

[ladygoldberry]

oh sad! I don't want you to cry!

[Ozymandias]

it is pretty sad!

[ladygoldberry]

here is another one... sorry... but I can't post happy poems, they don't sound right.
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Wave goodbye to the jungle gym

The needle drips with darkness
Splashes on the floor
runs along the dirty hand
of the realities in life

Slowly the hand creeps forward
I can see the blackness swirl
in wisps inside the syringe
I turn to dash

Running through the dark of the Night
striving for the light
my pounding feel echo through my flight
vibrating in my lonely ears

I can feel the icy fear
creeping up behind me
as those dirty hands grab me, hold me

tight within its grasp
I struggle, fighting to be free.
It's strength only surpresses me
as I try to tear away

I'm devoted to hold my ground
yet I feel my feet slip from under me
I'm pinned to the floor
limbs ground in the dirt

Now all I can do is watch
the needle slips in my skin
it has found the perfect vein

The blackness swirls into my streams of life
it mixes and churns I can feel it burn
away at my hope's and my dreams

and yet its so cold!
As it travels my arm
following the rivers of red

Weakly I turn my head
to the light I had tried
to escape to

My breath is shallow
yet I pant for more air
I'm suffocating inside this Nightmare

As the chill inside intensifies
I whisper goodbye
to my childhood years.