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Dear Tim,
I think I wanted you to be good
I wanted to look at you
And see a light in your eye
That mine had lost 10 years ago
I wanted to feel the warmth of the sun
In a smile you would direct towards me
I wanted to feel the comfort
Of a hug
From a father
To a daughter
And as I spiraled in my seat
Surrounded by the scent of sweetness and salt
Back lit by a window
Which held the reflection
Of a past version of myself
I could not face
In the fear of being blinded by possibilities stolen
I could not help but wilt
To tumble into the shadows
Of a little girl
Who once could only wonder
“Why?”
“Why did you leave?”
“Why was I not enough?”
“Why were we not enough?”
Not in the sense of abandonment she once held
But in a numb realization
That you were never
Ever
Going to change.
You got there late.
Claimed I looked the same
Then ignored me for the menu page
And as I say
Baited breath
Clenching fists to tight
I had almost a years worth of crescent moons imprinted in my hands
An hour went by
And then two
And three
And I suddenly realized I still couldn’t breath
I looked to you in hopes of catching your sight
That a smile could break the barrier
That you held between your lips
I did what I always do
I ran
And through the tears
That I let fall down the drain
While I hid in a women’s restroom
Wiping black streaks from my skin
Which smudge accordingly
I realize that even a conversation
After 15 years
Was too much to expect
Not because the idea is illogical
But simply because you are
I begin to chant
“I was enough.”
“She was enough.”
“They were enough.”
After many moments my breathing calms
My heart no longer palpitates
And I begin to reflect on this time shared
I think maybe the darkness that I saw in your eyes
The ones which so closely mirror mine
Is what told me that whatever pain
What ever sorrows and unanswered prayers
Which permiated your childhood
Sunk into your clothes
Into your skin
Into your hair
Were too much for you to bare
Maybe We had always be enough
But you never could be
In the silence at the breakfast table
One which sat miles away from each of us
I recalled how I read ever thought which went unspoken
their stories written inside the lines of their faces
Foreshadowing amongst the shadows held under their lashes
And worst
Was the dimness which had taken over once shining orbs on each side of button noses
I could see grief as if a tattoo
Permanently staining their skin
Whatever has happened to you
It must have been terrible
So horrifying
That even when given the brightest of smiles
The happiest of giggles
Of tiny feet
With tiny socks
And tiny shoes
You could do nothing but watch
As you pushed them as far into your own pain
As your own parents
Had pushed you into theirs
I have more in common
With the black coffee I drink
Than with the thought
That I could love you
That you ever loved me
That at one time I stayed up
And watched the moon
In hopes
You saw it too
And through those tears
That I let fall down the drain
While I hide in a women’s restroom
Having Wiped black streaks from my skin
Which smudged accordingly
I walk back to the dining room
Only to see you outside
Smoking gold from thin white paper
Which burns in slow embers
Quickly fading to pale ash
Releasing the loose smoke
And look at a table full of sympathetic smiles
I sit to read their stories
And come to the conclusion
That I did not come for him
But for those he is surrounded by
If I was not born the be his daughter
And him my father
Then at the very least
I can find comfort
In knowing
I was born
To be a sister
P.S.
I’m sorry I’m not your little girl anymore,
and I’m sorry you’re not a little boy anymore.
I’m sorry you were robbed from childhood
and I’m sorry you robbed it from them too.
However
Just because you were robbed
Doesn’t mean you had to Rob them too
I hope if you ever see this,
you understand what I am trying to tell you.
I hate who you were, and who you’ve become,
and I hate what you did to these children I never knew
I know I may never be a real sister to them,
but like me
I know you’ll never be their father too.
Best wishes,
your second daughter
Oh yea,
I know about keighley too.
#poety#angsty poetry#angry poetry#sad poetry#sad poem#angry poem#letters#poem letter#dad poem#daddy issues#major daddy issues#seriously#i have daddy issues#it’s 2am#i’m so tired#this is bad#idk how to tag this#how do i use tumblr#idk how tags work#angst#family angst#just my pain tbh#i wrote this instead of sleeping#what is sleep#please help#i haven’t slept in two days#anyway#please don’t be mean#i kinda hate this#ok bye
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This Kind of Morning
This kind of morning, should I grateful for For the serenity and focus I longed for
Beyond disrespect if I waste it For the thing that later I will regret it
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Wait a minute…papa Tom doesn’t seem too hostile towards Nathalie. Or at least she doesn’t seem nervous/blackmailed. Does Tom not know her past allegiances or…is there an alliance in play?
Viceroy employs many in his arsenal, and as far as Nathalie is concerned, Tom is a coworker. :)
#100% the line “some rots are sweet some rots yield wine” is from user ragewrites who made a shitpost poem abt two slugs eating rot#and it has STUCK in my head ever since#dad villain au#my art#nathalie sancoeur#Nathalie is playing both sides#she's not giving Viceroy all the details but enough to make a deal with him#and she's not hiding Gabriel's bullshit from Viceroy but is still working directly under him bc she's still in love with him and Emelie
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crazy how the sanshee plush is one of the few actual direct confirmations on what a non-act 2 Natsuki’s home life is like because of how cagey she is on literally everything. Like this isn’t anything surprising or something you wouldn’t be able to extrapolate from the games but unlike everything else we know about her the implications are right there on the tin.
They literally did the character bio trope where where all the likes are normal but the dislikes are about their very specific trauma it’s just so funny they did that on the plushie card
#the thing is the rest of the bios are mostly normal it’s just this one with the yellong part why did they do that#idk if I’m stupid or forgot the yelling thing being shown directly in a non-act 2 context but I at least appreciate the confirmation#since I might just be mixing up fanon and canon considering 90% of what we know with Natsuki’s whole deal is interpolated from small tidbits#but like trying to understand anything about non act 2 Natsuki’s background is so funny because she doesn’t like to talk about anything#so all we know about her home life is by comparing her to act 2 and the secret poem plus psychoanalysing her thoughts and actions#is like the secret poem says Monika definitely made her dad worse but the problem is we don’t know how much#anyways and for all we know her dad could range from somewhat average dad to should be put on a watch list#and sometimes there’s dialogue like the one in self love about Natsuki worrying about her friends retaliation#and it’s probably meant to act as a confirmation to whether there’s physical abuse considering how out of left field the question is#but like it could be interpreted either way so it’s basically just Schrödinger’s physical abuse for no reason#I’m not criticizing or anything I think the characters being able to hold secrets is cool and ambiguity is awesome#and the choice to keep the ambiguous is intentional since the characters only share what their comfortable with#but I just need to vent about that one line in self love ok#like idk if I’m just stupid but there’s multiple interpretations but it’s seemingly both a decomfirmation and confirmation#idk it’s weird but her dad yelling at her enough to make it one of her dislikes is at least something in terms of actual evidence#damn it I put a paragraph in the tags again I’m sorry gang I’m not moving it#ddlc#doki doki literature club#tempestmothtalk
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It’s October and nine years have passed. I say it’s dark, it’s cold, it’s a season of grief. I don’t know what I’m missing, don’t know what it means. I can’t imagine a life with you here. You’re something I feel, not someone I know; the hum of the house and nobody’s home. I don’t mean to be cruel, I don’t want to forget you. And I don’t want to see you in the lawn decor.
Still, the weather gets cold and you’re a creak in the knee. I’m sorry you’re a talking point, sorry you’re a myth. I miss you and I missed you. It’s all in the mist.
#always looked to you instead of the cross and now it’s time to let you be#same stiffness in my shoulders same scratch in my throat#sometimes I feel grief and the ache of missing my dad and I wonder was I actually thinking about him or does feeling sad resemble him#but he is me. missing him is missing me. missing me is missing him. I can’t separate the two#grief#dead dad stuff#poems#mine#I knew your love before I could name it I know your place is in me. I know you wouldn’t mind know it’s all I do.
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Time will heal the wounds Held deep in my heart But still leave the scars That are tearing me apart
#ts4#sims 4#ts4 gameplay#ts4 legacy#ts4 story#postcard legacy#postcard gen 3#story: scars#vincent kingsley#scars bc of all the pain he has endured and all the hurt from his past#he has endured all the challenges grew stronger as he got older and#has tried to move on but the scar on his chest is still visible today#a reminder of who he has become but its also like he cant move on and has to find the answers to everything abt his dads disappearance#and look at my poem! love it so much! i hope you enjoy this story
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Like Father, Like Daughter
When I look into the cracked mirror, I see the remnants of you. I hate how my nose is exactly like yours. I hope I can get it fixed one day. Your sister once said I had your eyes. You don't know how much I wished I could gouge them out. But you don't exist only on my face. I can feel it in my bones, and oh, they're too heavy for a girl. I hear it in my voice, and I speak as if I'm you. I run away from my problems, just like how you did years ago. Sometimes, I pretend they don't exist. You knew how to do that so well. Who was it that said that I was too loud? Did they not know it was the only way we communicated? Each time I stand in front of this mirror, I realize that I've become terribly lonely. My father never knew how to love, and I, who always messes up, know that too well. And I hate it, I truly hate it. I'm not my father, I'm not my father, I'm not my father, I repeat. But like father, like daughter goes the proverb… right?
#poetry#literature#poem#thoughts#words#writeblr#quotes#spilled ink#toxic family#toxic parents#dysfunctional family#dysfunctional household#dysfunctional parents#dad issues#toxic father#father#toxic dad#childhood trauma#eldest daughter#on fathers#toxic men#toxic father poem#daddy issues#my poetry
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I hate my father, and I hate myself,
Because I am his daughter,
And therefore I am him.
#i am my fathers daughter#CharZee#original poem#poem#poetry#poets on tumblr#quick write#free write#original writing#writing#queer poetry#queer poets#queer community#family issues#father#i hate my dad#daddy issues#poetry about dads#tw selfhate
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"Reminder that even if your parents aren’t proud of you if Tony stark found you he’d probably adopt you in two seconds flat"
OKAY SO WHERE IS HE? I NEED HIM, ALWAYS SAW HIM AS A FATHER FIGURE
#tony stark#avengers assemble#avengers thoughts#avengers#writerscommunity#poems on tumblr#writeblr#peter parker#mcu#marvel#rdj#mcu comics#iron man#iron dad#tony stark as dad
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~i listened to you talk about the things you loved more than me, and never complained
#spilled thoughts#english literature#literature#love poem#my words#philosophy#poem#poems on tumblr#spilled poetry#putmyselffirst#poetry#personal#love quotes#in love with my best friend#life quotes#mental health#myself#breakup#vent#vintage#y2k#artists on tumblr#digital art#art#relatable quotes#quoteoftheday#writing#writers on tumblr#qoutes#dad
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a haiku
I see him
the banana man
oh god fuck
#poetry#poem#original poem#this is my best work yet#haiku#also my dad doesn't like the fact that I take poem requests???#otherwise life is okay#I'm calmer than last night#and as long as I write once per day I can be online once per day to upload stuff :3
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#spilled ink#kinda depressing#words words words#tw depressing stuff#depressing shit#depressing quotes#sad quotes#tw depressing thoughts#quote#sorry for being depressing#spilled thoughts#spilled feelings#sad thoughts#sad poem#sadgirl#toxic parents#parenting#the eldest#the eldest daughter#money#mom and dad#i hate my mom#i am a monster#i hate my mother
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My father is a small child in a man's body
I say a lot of things about my father. He's aggressive, dismissive, and self-centered. And yet I can't help but pity him. I see how his eyes look when he sits alone at the dinner table. This wasn't the life he envisioned for himself when he was a young man. He likes to say he doesn't need to prove himself to anyone but lies to his coworkers for validation. He puffs his chest and criticizes himself in the mirror. He swears it's a habit he wants to break. I'd like to think that that's what he sees when he yells at me and my brother. His father taught him that real men don't cry. I guess what I mean to say is that he's still a small child trying to be a man. He's failed. And I could try to hug him, give him the comfort he's never felt, but he'd push me away. He's a scared boy who doesn't know what he's doing here.
#poetry#my poetry#literature#daddy issues#toxic father poem#toxic men#on fathers#childhood trauma#eldest daughter#toxic dad#father#toxic father#dad issues#dysfunctional parents#dysfunctional household#dysfunctional family#toxic parents#toxic family#spilled ink#quotes#writeblr#words#thoughts#poem
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