Open Poetry #26 |
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Hell on Earth (dedicated to ThunderMage) |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA ![]() |
This poem is not about me. It is what my Liam is going through. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why must I live In this personal hell Called my life My Dad is like The slave driver in hell Why does he treat me this way His slave He is so lazy I am online with my girlfriend And he keeps asking me To grab him a beer And walk Marcie Our dog Just this morning I woke up to my Internet deactivated Oh how I hate him sometimes This person I call Dad He does anything I mean anything To make me has unhappy As I can possibly be This is like I am living in my own Personal Hell on Earth Cold hands means a warm heart |
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ThunderMage Senior Member
since 2002-06-20
Posts 812Canada |
How true it all is. But then, that's when I take him to DigiWorld and show of my Thunder Blast and Quantom Fireball attacks. ![]() What is life without poetry and adventure? |
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yv Senior Member
since 2003-05-30
Posts 574 |
Too the point and very touching. Simply stated, the truth is brilliance, and you, my dear, exude such truth. Hope to read more of your works. New Member, yv |
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whiskey![]()
since 1999-12-28
Posts 1278Australia |
Fathers can be a pain in the butt sometimes, I know mine was growing up, but now since leaving home we have a different relationship one of more friendship which is wonderful ![]() Nicely expressed Julie "Dont cry because its over, smile because it happened. " |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I used to hate my father, now I sound just like him. |
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