The wind whipped the tree
Contained hive of bees
Resiliency unfolded
Inside hollow heart
Lessons learned an art
In the crushed heart, they're molded
Hunger and pain reigned
Relationships strained
A child had to take the lead
To meet their desires
While inside hope fires
Became successful indeed
Mother did not bake apple pies,
but she drank strong cider,
which baked her brains.
Dad had a sharp tongue,
he picked his teeth
with its forked tip.
We were a one child family,
there was a miscarriage.
I recall we butchered the stork.
Mother roasted it,
for us all
that Christmas.
Loving and fighting
Accusing, denying
I can't imagine
A world with you gone
The joy and the chaos
The demons we're made of
I'd be so lost
If you left me alone
Laughing and crying
Emotions are dying
I can't pinpoint
Just where we went wrong
The moodswings and screaming
Cycles repeating
Maybe together
Ain't where we belong
Manipulation and hatred
Depressed and frustrated
I refuse to continue
To be mocked and degraded
Solace and peace
Just needing to breathe
You hope that I'll stay
I know I must leave
Mommy still goes coochy coochy coo
Midnight's are for sipping warm milk
Simmered to perfection like I like
And being tucked in tight is so comfy cozy
Under the covers munching baked cookies
Leaving the crumbs to their own devices
Causing mischief as they might
With only a flashlight for our protection
Mommy tells me bedtime stories
About when I was only thirty five
Playing all grown up for survival
Because the mean old world is terrible
Give me a huggypoo to keep me safe
Tell me about the good old days
Is it true what they say
A boys best friend is mommy?
Life isnt fair
And it starts at home
When you're the responsible one
Even if you weren't there
You get exploited and used
Yet still it's not enough
Whatever the issue
It was because of you
If only you would get your act together
That would solve all of our problems
You were a mistake
I wish you weren't born instead
Funny how the world praises me
When at home it's all scorn and spite
No wonder I don't recognize love
When all I've learnt to accept is hate
He put a ring on her finger
Like he would always love her
Filled her heart with promises
Assurances that he was hers
He put a lie in her dreams
Filled her with a loss of self-esteem
Feeling like she’d been betrayed
Never sure that she was safe
He put a hand to her face
Left a bruise that was blue and purple
Colors to challenge her prayers
When had she become so weak?
He put his roses in her hand
Saying he was sorry once again
How could she judge who he was?
He was always so remorseful
He left her without even a note
To tell her that he’d found another
Someone less aware of his episodes
That brought more pain that intimacy
He was gone and she finally began to see
With him, she had lost all her sweet dreams
She’d been wrong to allow it to go on
And now she could smile without fear…
Fear of who she was, who she’d become,
Fear of his hand that was so fast to hurt
Fear of the love that had held her there
Fear of all that he had changed into with her
Fear of the moment when she’d said yes…
I do accept the abuse that I’ve conceded to.
I was happy in a dysfunctional relationship
Never wanted to leave this man
Who put me down and made me feel
Like I was just a little crazy
Or maybe – a lot crazy
We had something special even though it hurt
The way we tortured one another with love
That should have been faithful and true
But was really adulterous and shrewd
I was happy with my place as a wife
To the man who I loved despite
Drunken moments of deception
And dreaded pain of rejection
He was my love
And oh, how I loved this man
He held the world in his hand
I married him young, just seventeen
And discovered that he could move the earth
It didn’t matter that he wasn’t perfect
In my heart, I saw him as flawless
He looked like a classic Marine
Or a highway patrolman
He would have fit the uniform
It was love, though, that made him so special
It wasn’t that he sang me love songs
Or made me feels so blessed
With gifts of acceptance
It wasn’t that the bad outweighed the best
Feelings that were hurt beyond grief that lasts
When we parted there was everything left
To say and yet we said – nothing.
Born with an inner compulsion,
She will never be running free,
For she must be held away from dogs,
Lest she bite one on foot or knee.
Behind open blinds she barks at passing friends,
Yearning only to be liked for herself,
Then lies her fuzzy head upon her pillow,
Bewildered, depressed, on a canine shelf.
When love pets her belly, she kisses,
Kisses the food-smelling hand,
She loves all people, just wants to be,
Be free in the way that she sees they can.
The one who cares and holds her leash
Has vowed to take care of her,
For she keeps her from being lonely,
This dysfunctional sweet ball of fur.
Though long walks will never be hers,
For she attacks and is bent on running way,
She serves unknowingly in her own house,
Company to a lone one throughout the day.
They will always envy for what you have finally found.
They will always forget whether you've been around.
The one who ever truly has always loved you, is you.
Though the only truth I know, is you all had once loved me, too.
What a family to do dysfunctional too,
The father not there nothing’s new,
The mother plays both roles as things unfold,
The oldest daughter get pregnant,
By some man unknown,
She cries for help, which no one hears,
She believes that no one really cares,
Dysfunction everywhere,
Is what she hears,
Help, help with great big tears,
No one near which do appears,
Fear, fear everywhere,
Can you really hear,
The cry which comes out,
A loud with pain,
A beautiful child is born which is a claim, yet dysfunction remains,
Of a future which must be changed.
Duty bound by family ties we feel a weighted anchor
Yearning freedom as we’d like it to be
Sinking into a catch 22 every time
Frustrations get the better of us all
Until we break and then make up
Nothing seems to stop the cycle
Consuming time we can’t get back
Trying to fix what we think we must
Irrational though it seems
Our love runs deep within our roots
Nothing can release us, only
Acceptance
Lets all accept we are Dysfunctional
using a
dysfunctional
malfunctioning
defective
approach
at compromise
is like trying to
fit a misshapen
puzzle piece into
the wrong place
within the bigger
picture
Being with you is an emotional roller coaster …instability
You circulate my emotions from the heights to the dungeon
my guards are down I own the humility
You are the destroyer of my being, my soul sponge
Being in love with you is my only addiction
Escapades of the heart is uncontrollable
Possessiveness, jealousy, fear of rejection
It’s false evidence, a delusion, complete fiction
I sacrificed everything, now my life takes precedence
Involuntary passion is not consolable
Good bye codependence; hello independence
You love me and then leave me alone
Loving you is not good for me, it’s recklessly wrong
It’s Dysfunctional!!
©2014
Here lie the Limericks of John Doe, duly interred
For the poet wrote "The dysfunctional $@& life.." and erred
Using innuendo
Totally intendo
Behold! Promptly the Admin's righteous wrath was incurred!
The Limericks I agree were crude
Not at all meant for the prude
The title had this warning
But by the very next morning
The Admin had them promptly removed!
A life lived conceitedly
Dysfunctional home?
End results?
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