It’s getting difficult to write
I don’t even know why I feel like this
What do know, though, is that I need to let it all pour out
Even if it feels dull now, my writings have given me a title
I’m still a nothing, but I’ve touched the lives around me
Again, no names, but I don’t know why I’ve treated you like this
You’ve been there for me when no one else was
Words cannot express my gratitude towards you
I’m still the one who suffers inside, regardless if you feel it
Or see the carnage; my mind is making me a savage
Will I devour the flesh after the razor equally portions it?
Is it too late?
Can it all be saved?
Am I destined to be a slave to an unproductive environment?
Enslaved is what I am, indeed
Loneliness what I feel, indeed
The pain is inside, I’m here, but no one is there to heal
Not even you, my sunlight
Why are things this way?
Why do we live this way?
Is my love destined to be a double-edged sword?
The ends puncture my soul twice
If my love is to be a double-edged sword, then this would be yet another time
The second time; I’m keeping count
I’m the poison in peoples’ lives
Everyone that I love, I push away as a projection of my insecurities
I’m not afraid to say what’s wrong with myself, unlike everyone else
That’s why I subconsciously left myself alone
But of this, I’m consciously aware
My late nights are interrupted by the voices
Deception even labels the themes of my dreams
I can’t stop the screams
Or so it seems
I’ve stood by and watched people turn their backs
People that I loved rejected me of hugs
I fell even when I thoughts I was above the drama
At times, I couldn’t speak with or see my mommy
But after dad left, we lived with mom’s mom
And mom’s daddy and brother, my uncle
I now lived with my grandparents for a while
And as a child, watched them slowly pass away
To this day, I pray for a better way
So now, I continue to write
I keep writing until my sight orders from the menu of ink I bite
My pen was my only friend, and still is
I remember being poor as kids, but we always managed to get by
We managed to eat because our hopes were to the sky
Mom did her best to keep us fed, so it hurt when food was thrown
She chose to do this on her own; we cried when we were shut down
Smiles were forced upside down, but life would soon turn around
Better days would come
Money was always a trap, but drugs were never slung
Mom would place bruises on my flesh, so the government became involved
The problem was never solved
It was only prolonged
All I ever wanted was love and peace and to get along
With my family and peers while trying to stay strong
But all I ever managed to do was lose count of the tears
Forever was I wrong – the future was unclear
It would be without mom for a while
Mommy and dad were gone, but replaced by new
The news was anew family, fostered with care
I gradually grew wiser as length subjected my hair
A new life
Second grade in a new school with new rules
A chance to meet new people, but I only met new lustful fools
Nothing was new
Still received hatred from a false crew
Who are you?
I’ve dated my fate for a few years
What else was there to do?
Two years after a new year, a new home with old fears
Dad fought to take custody of his kids
His newwife, nice at first, but so too would hit
Not too often, but often out of angered fits
Now the paranoia never quits
My patience runs dry
My treasures are laid out beyond the skies, but lived in someone else’s lies
To a mother on steps, I said what was felt
I said what I meant, but dad again left me to myself
He is a womanizer and no matter what, sides with his wife
He failed to realize that I, his son, was a purpose in his life
Dad once said that he didn’t care what I felt
Then he said he was my best friend and was always there to help
Best friend?
No friend
Please leave me alone
When I gave you a chance to hear, you hung up your phone
Not literally, but still as a stone when engaged in communication
Ever since, no one understood that hurt that I was facing
It has me pacing and tracing the thoughts that I think
At a cluster of blinks, I begin to forgive and then sink
Dad, I love you and am forever appreciative for what you’ve done
Even after you placed a wicked woman over your kids
You will NEVERunderstand me because I’ve closed all of my doors
You can try, but my connection with you is no more
And for my step mom, I forgive
I don’t call it a grudge, just a memoir for as long as I live
In “your” house, it was a matter of respect
Knowledge is what I will always collect
You demand this respect, but refuse to give at times
I don’t care who you are, I promise to get mine
You can threaten to kick me out of the house, like you did my brother
I’ll leave this hole and prove that there is no other
Person like me, so I promise you will see
You’re a shallow-minded beast and need to find your way
And for all of the people that have left my side
I hope that you acquire eternal joy
I hope that you never feel what I’ve felt
My heart is broken and I’m picking up the pieces
When I do, I’ll smile again
I’ll regain the trust and again call you a friend
This is another dedication to all of the people of my past
I will be happy, but again will it get worse
The hurt won’t last in a hearse
It’ll again get better
And even if the rain gets me wetter…
I still forgive and love you…
Even after this letter.




alesiablogs
January 17, 2013 at 10:10 am
wow. I wish I could write like that. Thank you for pouring out your heart in written word.
thatdudeeddie
January 18, 2013 at 9:44 am
You most definitely can write like this! And I thank you for reading!
Have a lovely day!
Diane
January 17, 2013 at 10:21 am
Oh my word, what a lot of pain, tears in floods and torrents and underneath it I did find hope forgiveness and kindness. A very powerful piece.
( I did note a couple of teeny typos – third line has a word missing (i)
fell even when I thoughts I was above the drama – I think it should be thought. – there was another little nit but I can’t find it now. (hope you don’t mind me mentioning it – I know how hard it is to edit when you are so close to the writing)
thatdudeeddie
January 18, 2013 at 9:44 am
It’s all a part of life. However, I did in fact proofread. I decided to keep the typos to show my humanly qualities since it was a direct transfer from my notebook to this blog.
Shackled and Crowned
January 17, 2013 at 10:35 am
What a special release. How did that feel?
Healing, hopefully. I felt the emotion pour out of you, so raw.
*typos add character
thatdudeeddie
January 18, 2013 at 9:43 am
It definitely lifted a burden. Unfortunately, at the time that I wrote it, I felt lower than low and seemed that even writing couldn’t heal me. This poem was a direct transfer from my notebook, so I kept the typos even after I proofread to depict my humanly qualities.
boocowski
January 17, 2013 at 10:40 am
Last two lines. Perfect.
thatdudeeddie
January 18, 2013 at 9:24 am
Thank you
Little Slice of Heaven
January 17, 2013 at 11:37 am
Wow this really hit my emotions. I hope you felt better after pouring your heart out. Beautiful writing!
thatdudeeddie
January 18, 2013 at 9:25 am
Most definitely! Writing’s my way of containing what’s internal to something external.
tara lee
January 17, 2013 at 12:21 pm
it’s like that you help me to take out what inside me that i cant speak up
thanks to write this, I do feel the same way you do recently.
thatdudeeddie
January 18, 2013 at 9:25 am
I’m glad that it helped! Remember to keep your head up, though. Have a nice day!
anawkwardducklinginaswansworld
January 17, 2013 at 12:46 pm
Beautiful. It’s amazing how you are able to forgive after such a betrayal. Truly inspiring. Forgiveness is definitely a life long process. You should enter a poetry contest, if you haven’t already.
But before I go, let me just say that you deserve much better than how they treated you. I’m sorry you had to go through that. Thank you for sharing your story.
thatdudeeddie
January 18, 2013 at 9:27 am
I appreciate your kind words. If I could go back and re-live everything, I wouldn’t change a thing! My past has made me who I am today! ^_^ Have a wonderful day!
anawkwardducklinginaswansworld
January 18, 2013 at 3:25 pm
I hope you have an enjoyable day too.
Leisa
January 17, 2013 at 1:44 pm
A beautiful soul I feel right there!!!!!
thatdudeeddie
January 18, 2013 at 9:27 am
Awlll, thank you
Have a wonderful day! :p
Leisa
January 18, 2013 at 1:00 pm
I will..you be sure to as welll
12kilroy
January 17, 2013 at 4:35 pm
This is disarming.
Chatty Owl
January 17, 2013 at 5:54 pm
This is exactly what writing is about – spilling it out like a pale of water, without thinking, if the carpet will get wet. The heart needs to be screamed out and this is exactly what you did.
Delicious pain.
thatdudeeddie
January 18, 2013 at 9:28 am
Glad you understand
sarahneeve
January 18, 2013 at 4:31 am
Profound.
babarahs
March 24, 2013 at 10:36 am
If someone is to be felt sorry for…..its them….for it sure isn’t you. Proud of YOU.