from my daddy

Black Rose/Black Heart

A Wild Irish Rose sprung from a man’s hand. 
He stunk like a skunk and gave an evil grin. 
His face was crude, His words were lewd 
and deep down horror was all I could comprehend. 


18 years of nothing was all I got. 
I once got jealous seeing a girl kissing her Pop. 
18 years of festering pain, 
misfortune and distrust was all that I gain. 


He told me one day…that I was his heart. 
I wonder why after he had torn it apart? 
Red roses bleed love so true, 
a misrepresentation for all I knew. 
My father carried a glass bouquet every day 
and rot gut, diseased liver was all that he gain. 


Whenever I find a man, I hate when my chest swell. 
I always feel as if I’m walking into hell. 
He says I’m pretty, he says I’m fine. 
He says, “Baby, baby won’t you be mine?”
From what I know my daddy was that kind. 


In lieu of wedding bliss and perfunctory discord, 
I’ll say my vows and swallow every word. 
Than we’ll have kids someday, 
my only fear is him carrying the bouquet. 
Quite naturally, his could be homegrown, 
then again, I might be carrying my own.

L. M. Stephens

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mugwort - happiness
lilac - first emotions of love 

sketches of my boy (Damien) that I’m uploading before 3 years pass and I improve too much to dig my past/present out like this 

7

Sometimes a Family is One Daughter and Her Eight Dads

“You told me not to make a big deal but you seem to have forgotten that my entire mission in life is to make a big deal out of your accomplishments. So consider this your graduation party. Surprise!”

“Dad, everyone’s here!”

“Well yeah, everyone wanted to come and support you.”

“Is that… a mac and cheese… bar?”

“Sure is. Fully customizable, down to the type of mac. And there’s an ice cream cake. The good kind with the crunchies in the middle.”

“I… don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. Just go have fun with your pals, alright? I’m so proud of you, Amanda.”

  • Joseph: now kids, the candy cane, when turned upside down forms the letter J, which stands for Jesus! The red symbolizes his sacrifice, while the white symbolizes the cleansing of our sins-
  • Lucien, to Ernest: if you suck the bottom you can form a dagger
  • Ernest: shit dude stab me with that bad boy so I'm free of this hell
  • Joseph: Ernest! No cursing in church
  • Ernest: poop, dude, like totally free me of this heck
  • Joseph: better