"My father doesn’t need alcohol
to become a different person.
His mind is able to do that for..."

My father doesn’t need alcohol

to become a different person.

His mind is able to do that for him.

His thoughts are shown by actions,

and his words are nowhere to be found;

lost since the day he said, I do.



My mothers hands are rough

from holding so many children

who would sooner or later

go on hating themselves

more than they hate drugs.

She failed to mention to her creations

that love is only as hard

as you make it, and that if you

tell yourself that you love yourself,

you can actually begin to believe

in that manipulative meaning.



My brothers teeth are stained;

too many midnight cigarettes

and not enough self-control.

When his wife calls for him

to come back to bed

and to stop pacing the living room

like it was a hallway of a hospital,

he tells her that he cannot rest

until his prayer of a better future

rises to the surface.



My sister thinks that she

found the truth of herself

in someone else’s body.

She thinks that she is

able to see straight

because of one-night stands

and expressing love

through thrusting.

If only someone would have

told her that passion

doesn’t come from moaning,

but from the very core

of what you desire most.



- "Family tree", Colleen Brown
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