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Daddy Daddy, why did you go away, Don't you know I wanted you to stay! Daddy, when you left mom, Don't you know you left me too. Now all I do is cry and cry --- I want to die! Daddy, mommy say's it's better this way, What does she know! There's not enough band-aids to cover up the blues Mom's kisses can't heal this kind of pain. Daddy, I look around No one stands in your garage Daddy, You took every tool Except the hammer and sitting stool Daddy, I still miss you --- I love you. *** *** Dear Daddy, I'm all grown up now Haven't seen you since I was 10 Daddy, I sit on your favorite chair, No longer do I miss the way you caressed my hair. Daddy, I'm taking the old hammer and this BRAND NEW saw, It's time to patch all the holes mom punched in the wall *The day you walked out on us* Daddy, don't worry about the times I tripped and fell Mom, found someone to fix the loose boards, Got tired of scraping my knees Daddy, I finally realized I'm okay, I agree with mom, it's better this way. by;pd
*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN* Hi grandpa it's me again! Your dentures sit in an open glass Do you remember the tears grandma sang before she passed? The way she looked into your eyes, Moments before she said her goodbyes Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, she doesn't want you to cry. Hi grandpa, it's me again! The rocking chair is old and dusty Do you remember the way grandma sat me on her lap? Read many stories before I took a nap How she enjoyed brushing my hair with her hands Love the way she rocked me to sleep every night until I grew. Hello grandpa! I stored your hearing aid away Do you remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer? I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina dance I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma lived in I hope you don't mind, I'm keeping grandmothers favorite scarf. Hello Grandpa! I'm caressing grandma's picture frame Do you like the way she looked in that pretty sundress? Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you I like the walking stick she handcrafted, the day your needed support It kept you in balance every time we took long hikes in the woods. Hello grandpa, it's me again! Here I sit holding your hand I have no more tears Soon you will see grandma Please tell her hi, and I know you will be there the day I die Bye, grandpa Give grandma a kiss, and tell her I miss her By; PD
I have learned to say thanks ... It's free I can not remember that I sat on your lap when I was little How delightful it is to have a child on my lap I can not remember no one hugs Today I hug you often You feel discomfort I have learned to be helpful ... It's free I learned to tie my shoelaces .... Where were you I have learned to be kind .... It's free I learned to ride a bike ... Where were you A sister and a brother moved many miles from their childhood home I went to school - I became an adult .... Where were you I got my own family A home created along with my dear husband ... A beautiful child and grandchildren ... Where were you I taught them to say thank you and share many warm hugs .... love You need me now, to master your life .... It's free I am here for you I say: "I love you, dear dad" You say: "Its only fair .... it is your duty" I give you a hug ... You give me no one back 05.01.2015 A-L Andresen :) Copyright © All Rights Reserved
What makes the decision To flick the switch To end ones life For the sake of it Troubled, debts Bullied at school Fork in the road To let death rule Mums, dads Daughters and sons What ever affects them They just can't outrun Sadness and tears By all left behind Will they ever understand Suicide Mind
Once bloomed a rose so young and fair With dark brown eyes and long black hair Beside her be a tall dark tree Whose branches stretch to smother thee Too close beside the shadowy bark That soon begins to leave its mark She cries for help, but none shall hear Her thorns too sharp, who'd dare go near? To save this rose, who'd risk their life? With naught to gain but pain and strife Alone, afraid, she lays to rest Her heart beats low inside her chest And with the hour growing near She sheds her final grieving tear And so the rose soon falls asunder Her final day, eternal slumber She lies beside the old dark tree The only one who mourns for thee
There once was a day I would watch every airplane. Praying you was on it to come take me away. As a child I wanted you around until the day, you actually came. The day you came is the day my life forever changed. I remember as if it was yesterday when you physically violated me. Mental visions as early as the age of eight, but old enough to vociferate. Visualizing mental pictures in my mind while I am awake very aware of the improper abuse I take. Your body on me feels something like an autopsy of a dead body. While you lay on top of me as you press aggressively on me. Against my will your force kept me still. I am trying to understand if you recognize who I am. I try to say no hoping you can comprehend; I am weakling as you apprehend. Mentally and physically I became involuntarily your property. A main character in a horror story, and you were my predatory. I asked "God why?" as I bare to stare into his eyes. This is not thee love I seek; all I wanted was my father to love me, but not like this injustice of violation of my rights. This love is not real; not the love I wished to feel. As he tries to stick his tongue into my mouth too young to know what this is all about. I grip my lips painfully tight as he tries to slip his tongue inside. I close them tighter with all my might, as he whispers, "let me love you right" I beg him to leave as he pried my legs open with his knees my insides scream "somebody please help me!" As he whispers how much he loves me I'm praying for God to just kill me. I rather be dead then a man's punching bag. As I lay there my body was dead, and I laid my soul to rest. I looked around the room and seen the Old Spice on the desk the same fragrance he wore around his neck. The sun began to rise as he began to close my thighs. In that moment in time I had made up my mind any man that ever say they love me was just telling lies. I learned the hard way that love does not kill your inside; love does not take your pride. A fatherless child I shall forever reside. Every day that passes that little eight-year-old girl dies slowly inside. Asking Jesus," Why permit this?" and he slowly whispers…as I gently whimpers, "faith is the light that guide you through the darkness, my words reflecting as a lamp unto my feet." "Walk unto my path I'm here to carry the weak, come into me you are weary and overburdened. I will carry the pain you have obtained." "I am your father and you are my child you are never fatherless because I'm always around."
How do you do it... arrested again. Paroled for awhile then back to the pen. We know you don't mean it. We know that you care. But when will you show it? When and where? As much as we love you our hate runs that strong. Why can't you stay with us? What are we doing wrong? Are your friends to blame? Did they help cause this bust? What should we feel? Who do we trust? Who do we love? Who should we hate? Why do you burden us with all your stuff on our plate? It's too much to handle, we're too young to deal. With the heartache we have, with the pain that we feel. Your our Daddy, our idol, our mentor for sure. Our anger, our hope, we need you here more. Your smile, our tears your our happiness found. Our twinkle, our fears, the reason we frown. You want us to love you you want us to care But Daddy, how can we... when your never there!
How can you not understand? How much I need you in my life. If only you could be my friend And listen to me when I cry. A girl needs her father's love To be willingly; not forced. When she trembles inside out She really needs to hear your voice. Not only setting certain rules. Or telling her what not to do But also in a quiet time. Just telling her she's really fine. Don't talk to her about mistakes. She won't forget them anyway. Just tell her it'll be okay And listen to her when she cries. She really needs her dad tonight To be at home; to hold her tight.
Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013 I am who I am because of him He's the reason for my son's name He gave me my courage & my strength To stand tall even when standing wasn't easy Stand for the ones who can't To think and fend for myself I'm my Daddy made over Taught me to fight back To never back down How to pick myself back up When I've been knocked down Fight for what I believe I'm my Daddy made over He gave me my stubbornness Gave me my pride Gave me my temper Taught me not to take crap To speak my mind no matter who Work for what I want I'm my Daddy made over How to keep my emotions in check How to handle large amounts of pain When in trouble he always had my back He knew how my mind worked better than anyone I got it from him I'm my Daddy made over Even though he's gone I'll stand and continue on I may stumble I may fall May even get hurt along the way But I'll pick myself back up I'll dust myself off and stand tall I'm honored and proud to say I'm my Daddy made over Sabrina Niday Hansel ______________________________________________________________________ Placed 1st in "Unsung Hero" 7/2014 contest Also 3rd. in "Portrait of a Poet" 1/2014
I'm tired I'm Physically and Emotionally tired I don't want to be the strong one anymore I can't this time I don't know what to do Daddy I need your help down here I can't get back in control of my emotions I'm having a hard time dealing with your absence I'm having a hard time standing by myself I need your help Daddy I'm broken and lost without you Daddy I need your will to want to carry on I need your strength to over come this I need your strength to stay standing Your courage to fight back again I need your help Please Daddy I'm at a loss How am I suppose to do this I need your guidance I need you to guide me back To whom I was before I need your help Daddy I need your help
Please please PLEASE Say you recognize ME - My face, my name; Please say you know me today. Say you know me, so we can converse, A normal chat, words unrehearsed. No more who are you's, or who am I's, No more confusion when I stop by I miss you mom and you'd miss me too, If just once, you only knew…
Where are you now, my baby girl You came into my life and changed my world I had you in secret because no one could know To whom you belonged Whose seed was sown You had to be hidden away So no one would find out My terrible secret The one that kills me now I don't know where you are I don't know where you've gone I don't know how in this world I will be able to press on You have been gone so many years You are an adult now Unaware of your secret Not knowing my vow My baby girl I miss you! Even though I have never seen your eyes They took you straight from me And told me it was wise I wish I could have held you Before they took you away No matter what I will find you And with me always you will stay I have gotten so many comments to this end and I wanted to ease everyone's mind that this is not autobiographical. I wanted to sincerely thank everyone for their heartfelt concern, but there is no need. This is (for me) only a poem and has no bearing in real life. Thanks so much everyone!
I tried my best To show you part of me. The side of me You've never seen. I'm more than a daughter; I'm an artist, a writer, A sister, a friend And now to you a stranger. I have a question, Have you ever realized That I have my own voice And I have my own life? I'm not relinquishing my soul-- I won't sell it to anyone. If I can't be myself Then who will I become? I have a mind of my own, A heart and gifts. I have a life of my own And it's mine to live. Yes, you gave me life, But it's not yours to give. You gave me this life So I can learn to live. Tell me, have we met? Have you ever seen me? Or did you just see my music, My tee shirts and jeans? It's not what I look like, It's how I look at myself. I'm embarrassed to show you it. Only you and no one else. Don't be disappointed, Mad or upset. Be happy I have morals, A mind and self-respect. I'm the person I want to be. I stay true to myself, Meaning I'm me. I'm me for no one else. I'm smart and independent Because you made me this way. I'm no longer fearful and afraid, That's not how I wanted to stay. Now do you know me? Or should I continue? I'm making you realize, I'm not being rude. So make your decision. Please, I just want an answer. Not to be disrespectful, But are you my mom or my mother?
All on Me My childhood is sketchy too many Holes Yet as those holes fill in I do not like what I see So many secrets So much pain My innocence was lost No wonder I never acted like a child Still I feel like it was All on Me Be strong, be brave Be silent Never tell a soul No one will understand This love we share And so it went All on Me Even now as I remember Each awful moment I wonder what I could have done To avoid it all together I wonder what would have happened If I had spoke up However all the what ifs in the world Will never change the fact that it is All on Me Sometimes I feel like the Pain is going to last forever I am so scared that the glimpse of happiness I once had Is all I will ever see Yet I won't give up and I won't give in Because if I do then he will win Then it will be All on Me Instead of All on Him By: Jeanna York 10-21-2013
The evening star glowing in a dust choked sky. A girl stands by a window, with a tear in her eye. She stares at the scene, hardly visible through the grime. She whispers in the wind, "Bring my Dad home this time" She opens the window, and climbs outside, Having a flashlight, in her hand, as her guide. Its glow shows the sides of the street. She's afraid for what the light will meet Bodies piled everywhere she turns, She wants to go home, and never return. What brought this fate upon her town? All her emotions are stripped and torn down. A frightening sound explodes in her ear. Shadows in the road now appear. She run and hides behind a broken wall Praying to god the rest doesn't fall. Footsteps coming closer to her She can't tell who because it's all a blur She backs away further so not to be seen in light, Quieting her heart pounding from fright. Gun shots and screams fill the air, All these sounds, her ears couldn't bear. A slight whimper slips from her lips, And over the broken stone she trips. The shadows run closer, showering her heart with fear, She wishes they would just disappear. They pass by her; she fills with delight, She just wants to see her dad tonight. She shines the light, to show her place, And to the shine comes a familiar face. She doesn't understand who's to blame Because on the tag shows her father's name. She holds in her tears and refrains from crying. She falls to the ground where her dad was lying. She lifts his arm and buries her face in his chest. She closes her eyes wanting to forget the rest. The shadows emerge yet she doesn't see, How close the end for her would be. They look down at her, aim, shoot, and fire. Being with her dad is her only desire. The night had ended causing a little girl harm But she took her last breath, in her father's arms.
On a slope graced with green White marble stands in proud salute For beneath these engraved pillars of memory Lie the resting places of heroes A solitary green fir looks down As if sheltering the lost and the taken So many names, from all walks of life A father, brother a girlfriend or wife On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives On a dull day, they stand out against the greys For the living, life goes on Tomorrow is another day
Have You Been Hurt By "Religion"? Are you tired of "religious people" knocking at your door? You wish they'd leave... "You can't take it anymore!" Have you been hurt by "church people" sometime in the past? Somehow they hurt you... And the pain continues to last… Have you been "wounded" by something somebody has said? Perhaps you wonder if "they wish you were dead…" Perhaps there's someone that you may have "befriended…" They have done something that has hurt you and "offended." There's probably many people that you wish would "go away." Because of something they've done to "darken your day." I've been there many times… Believe me I know. How someone's actions or words can hurt your soul. Even those who go to church are often not very kind. And they don't hesitate to give you "a piece of their mind." Religion is not the answer. Look to Jesus and the life he gives! He alone has the power to love and completely forgive! It's only in his shed blood that you can find atonement. He can change your life now! This very moment! He can heal your broken heart and wounded spirit. An everlasting joy and love... He freely gives it! He can do what no "church" or "religion" could ever do He can restore your life today. And make you BRAND NEW!!! By Jim Pemberton
How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love? How can we hurt the very ones that we love? How can we easily neglect our God above? It seems like I often heard about many victims Many times, it's from a loved one who's been with them! The hate and the anger that boils from deep within. Often "boils over" toward our family and friends. It's the love of Christ that we need to find! His love can totally cleanse our life and mind! The hearts of many families are bruised and broken. By the harshness of many of the words spoken. If we would allow Jesus to rule and reign. We'd have little reason to murmur or complain. If we would yield our lives to the master's will… The emptiness and brokenness, he shall fulfill! If we could allow ourselves to sit at Jesus' feet… He can make any family totally complete! If we could just listen to what Christ has to say. His words of life would brighten our day! As a family… Won't you give HIM a chance? And allow his love to change your circumstance! Won't you allow his spirit to bind you together? You can experience his peace today and forever! He can change your family throughout! This is his will and what God is all about! By Jim Pemberton
The man with the plastic bug in his head monopolized my dreams last night in the place that the horsefly of my dignity finally surrender to the impresario without a fight. Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia reminding the rustiness of the purple child flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind. The disinheritance of my immortality the final day discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love restored my will to escape manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above. Released from the plastic bug in my head try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky laughing,singing,whispering,playing seven days and seven hours before he dies.
Wish I was your addiction, Upon a star non fiction, never ending hole so deep, Life would seem more complete If you'd wake up, crack open my bedroom door, To think you'd been dreaming about me, God gave you everything you need and more, What Id give to feel those arms hug me, genuinely, honestly, no love withholding If I was your vice, I would be the answer to your stress, Of all else you try, I'd always bring out the best, You'd spend time with me , defend me to the end, You'd be incredibly loyal, I'd consider you my best friend No recovery program could treat, the connection we'd share no one could defeat, You'd need to see my all the time, reminders of me everywhere, your life would be a shrine, Wish I was your addiction, Upon a star non fiction never ending hole so deep, Life would seem more complete
Almost three years now Daddy since you were taken away I thank God you no longer suffer but I had so much more to say But you and I were always very close and I know that we still are So be free to enjoy family and friends I know you'll never be far Oh but Daddy Did I remember to thank you for coming to stay with the kids and I At times you thought you were a burden but if anyone was it was I And I want to tell you too Daddy that you would be so proud of them all Brandon's now a sergeant with a son on the way Cam Jeremy is due early fall And your little Sarah Daddy you would be so very proud She's a tiny little thing, still a great mom and has the best boys in any crowd And I'm sure you've been watching Curtis So you know he's just like you And he is living up to the promise he made Yes Daddy I'm very proud too Oh and one more thing before I lay down to rest Did I remember to tell you and the world that My Daddy's the best Loving you and missing you always Your baby girl
Around that table, picture the scene Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean What were the topics on the Agenda that day The Jewish race is about to pay Who gave the right for this decision that's made Who has the right to cleanse and degrade To decide who lived, to decide who dies Another chapter, I still wonder why They came in the day they came in the night Women and children pulled out of sight Herded aboard like cattle and sheep Many a family awoke from their sleep Dazed and confused as they are taken away Where will they be at the end of the day From their warm houses and their warm beds What must be going through their heads As they travel through days and through the night Up ahead, they see lots of lights They depart the trucks and board the train Their faces scared under the strain Asking questions from family and others Generations, sisters and brothers Why are we here, where are we going Windowless carriages with no way of knowing We come to a stop, soldiers aplenty Towers and wire, topped with sentries What can this place be they have taken us to As we head to large gates as they shuffle us through Families separated, herded in file Women and children, not one did smile Taken to rooms where our heads were shaved Is this the way humans behaved Clothes discarded, as we enter the shower No signs of water no signs of power Doors slammed as we are all crammed in History will recall this evil of sins As we stand in the dark, chanting Jewish faith Can hear the voices can't see the face Noises above, do the showers start The event has begun that tells us Humans apart Questions and sighs, as walled vents show daylight Some thing is falling then their slammed tight A strange aroma starts to fill the air As all around are screams of despair Twenty minutes have passed and the quietness is rife Two thousand people, two thousand lives Pellets called HCN, or Hydrogen Cyanide Contribute to this Genocide http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
All I can do is wonder. I'll never really know. OI'll never get to hug her, and she'll never see me grow. When I wake up tommorrow, this nightmare won't be gone. I'll never have what I took for granted, a chance to know my Mom. I know I shouldn't cry, because that won't bring her back. It doesn't make up for the emptiness or the love that I lack. I'm almost grown up now. I did it all by myself. But I can't help but wish I could be like everyone else. I'm excluded from some "special bond" and memories to be shared. When all I ever asked for was to have someone who cared. The tearstains on my pillow outnumber memories. The only way I know her is to see her in my dreams. Daddy said she loved me, but God called her home. I don't know why he took her, the only Mom I'd ever known. I guess he has a hidden plan, a reason I can't see. I'm waiting for it to come together and work out okay for me. I hope I'll understand some day just what God has in mind. So no matter how much I miss my mother I'll follow God's plan and be alright.
After the quiet we all have to go Dragged and carted by the Sonderkommando To be dumped in pits covered by lime A race to dispose by it's Human slime Auschwitz, Buchenwald & Dachau slaughtered Many a son, many a daughter Experiments on children women and men Some aged 90, many under 10 In 45, their end was near, how many alive would reappear As Russians, British and US troops Chased the Hun to their German roots Each camp reached showed it's sordid past Where millions of me, were massively gassed In Auschwitz, to this present day Birds don't fly, no animals play The reminder is all for there to see Those terrible days what happened to me It's 1948, our Nation is born From histories past, populations torn To all who survived I wish you well And our new born world, called Israel http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
As the tears fall down from my face, I think about that magical place. You took me there when I was young, but that was before the pain begun. You walked me down the road of life, preparing me to be a mother and a wife. You would hold my hand and say have no fear, mommy's not going anywhere, I'll always be here. But that was wrong and so were you, you left me mom, what am I to do? I've been told life goes on, but it can't be, because you're still gone. I pray at night to see you in my dreams, but you're never there, just terror and screams. How could this happen, how could this be? The woman I love so dearly up and left me. I go to the grave every afternoon, I sang our favorite song, it was a nice little tune. But since your gone I've changed some things, about marriage and babies and diamond rings. Those things are not important to me now, I ask myself, how did this happen, when and how? You let yourself go to that place in the sky, but it happened so sudden mom, please tell me why? You left me a note by your bed, you wrote moments before you ended up dead. Please tell me why you took your own life, you were a such loving mother and a dear wife. You didn't write much, just a few lines, to tell me you love me, and it would be better in time. But now that your gone, it's not better at all, I just lay in my bed, I scream and I bawl. To know what you done, it's too hard to bare, I stand at your grave with a cold desperate stare. You were a daughter, a loving mother, and a dear wife, Why did you do it mom, why did you use that knife? I wonder everyday, it's all I think about, There's only one thing it could be, without a doubt. You went to a dark place, filled with murder and thugs, I know why I lost you mom, you could no longer fight the drugs. You could have reached out and told someone before, now it's too late, death has already knocked and opened your door. I'm sorry, so sorry, I could not see, the reason you are dead is because of me. I wasn't there to help when you needed me most, Now I can't see you, not an image or a ghost. I've answered my question, I just waited too long, I know my mistake now, but it's too late, your gone.
deprived of a father to tell her that her skirts to small she wore it to hug her hips and rise with every sway in her walk her mother, another statistic of having babies to young, was to whipped in her dip trying to be hip so she cheered her poor child on she's dying to survive in a broken home daddy not around to watch her spend a penny and mamas hardly home she's dying to survive and she's put her school on hold she's another undereducated black child with no priorities or goals she careers soliciting her body, making it hobby to walk up and down blocks waiting for the right brotha she can sweet talk and pick pocket at the honk of his horn, she stops hot trotting hopped in his car and found a quiet spot for lip locking her hand rises up his leg, she feels for his man he nods giving her consent she prices her body for those new Jordan and dolce & gabbani she'd rather rock the latest fashions then to feed her starving body she's hopelessly devoted to being the hottest at the parties she's dying to survive wanting attention to feel the space neglected by another who makes alcohol a hobby she's dying to survive rich living is her poverty she's deaf to her inner voice that yells to her it's wrong she confides in bad associates who cheer her on she doesn't know this is how she's dying she's dying to survive
To me, she could've said anything I wanted so badly to hear her say, "I love you and I'm gonna try." But all she said is "I just can't stay." She looked away, I stared her down. I needed to see her eyes. She looked at me and that's when I knew... THIS IS THE DAY MY MOTHER DIES. She died right there before me. I watched her fade away. Her eyes were glossing over as I begged her "PLEASE, JUST STAY!" She said goodbye and drove away. I've learned to deal with loss. But, now she says "I'm coming back!" She doesn't know the cost. To me she's dead, she can't come back. She'll have to remember the day that she died right there before me when she said she couldn't stay.
Something breaks inside this musty beggar. As he awakes to see he's on 6th Avenue. Where he sat and sang and endured the weather. Where he sat and sang and sung the truth. But the world didn't view things the way he used to. And couldn't seem to make them believe. The way that he saw things. The way that it should be. But I heard him play, like holy water. And it opened up my eyes. This man in tattered clothing; he's a, messiah, in disguise. And I will sadly sing these awful songs. That were made in his design. Like music he sang all along. Like music that's divine. But Then his lovely daughter died. And he couldn't handle the grief. He wrote one last sobbing song. And they found him in week. Huddled in inside an alley-way. Where he died inside his sleep. Dreaming on his daughter's eyes. Dreaming that he weeps. And now I'm singing songs about his daughter. That brings a tear into to my eye. This man in tattered clothing; he's a, messiah in disguise. So I will sadly sing these awful songs. That were made in his design.
I miss you mom, and I could tell you a million reasons why the way you use to take care of me when I was sick or in need at night or day. and sometimes when I wasn't happy maybe I'll be depressed,sad,or mad You would always come to comfort me and make me laugh and smile I miss u mom so very,very much i sometimes just miss u so much until,I'll curve your name in my arm,or just began to cry just thinking of u. I miss u mom, why did the man above have to take your life away? i only got to be with u for 9 years that's it that's not even enough time,for all of the year i got before me without u in my life I miss u mom. i sometimes see u in my dreams at night and in my mind all of the time i love and miss u a lot but i try not to think of u that much,because it hurts so bad when i cry a river of tears,just for u but i guess that's a good thing mom because I'm still loving u and will always love,miss and respect u even though your gone to a better place... I MISS U MOM.
you tell me i am precious to you. i am not your currency. you tell me the circumstances are beyond our control. but i control everything, every breath, every word that leaks from my mouth. you made me this way, shaped me from wax, using knives and tears to make scars in my form. you tell me you have loved me, forever, and until your dying day. these words slither from your tongue. you could never have loved me, its not something thats easy to do. you dont care what path my life takes, you dont know what i have been forced into. you dont want love, you want control. you don't want a daughter, you want a follower. i have accepted that i have no mother, that i was created by life's sick fantasy. i wanted to love you, when there was still a chance. so don't lie to me anymore, don't tell me that it doesnt have to be this way. it does. dont thank god for me. there is no god. and i am just a curse, because i hurt you. you preach that you have room for me in your heart, that you think of me everyday. and i think of you, in the morning when i wake, and in the night when i rest my head. nothing can ever be easy, or understandable. in my heart, there are only cracks and cobwebs where you might have been before. it throbs and convulses, refusing love. i couldnt love anyone, not if i tried. not if i wanted.
(This is a fictional poem) For the last seventy-two hours I've been going through hell. My daughter was playing and she fell down a well. I feel so helpless even though the rescue workers assure me that they'll get her out of there. I've lived for over thirty-five years and this is the first time that I've been scared. I just got wonderful news, they got her out and she isn't dead. I'm so grateful because without her, I couldn't have lived during the years ahead.
Every little girl has one thing she can count on Her Dad That may be true for many of you But me and my Dad aren't very close together We fight and fight he puts me down Like i was just some dog He says that he hates to lug me around He said i was a burdon and that made me frown He tells me i wasn't planned An unwanted child that showed up Unexpected A child that was not wanted even after it was born My Dad and I don't speak very often only when forced to do we speak or even look at one another Hopefully one day, the man who i call my dad Will actually become a Dad and say he loves his young child
Never being there hurt you so Desiring to help me grow Help my childhood progress It made you feel worthless What AM I taking about? Cause day in day out You missing me was a joke You never loved what you broke Another too lost and scared Though I can't say I never cared And I can't say I'm not sad But even you should know dad That never coming to see me I dealt with to a tolerable degree And that I'll always question When I'll hear your confession Will I ever get to see you dad Or have I truly been had I guess I have to wait some more 'Cause it's always you I'll be looking for
She lay sleeping with hidden sorrow. I lay at rest one eye opened. My mind races for answers not yet asked. This hurt is so deep. Hers or mine? Life seems so sad for the young or old? Would she end all so soon? This love is not deep. Selfish, coward, loser. So young to leave and rest. Leave me with one eye opened. Life is not fair to some so young. To take a life at ones on hand is to leave a soul uneasy. And sleeps with one eye opened. Rest now beside to one who's love was not deep. Easy escape. No tears, no sorrow, no pain. Suns up now and yet another morn is the dawn. As I arise time stands still, to wipe a tear from the eye of sleep For I now sleep with one eye opened.
We lost more than just a Dad that day We lost half of how we came to be We lost we four girls first love We lost our Best Friend We lost more than just a Dad that day Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half Our children lost their Papaw We lost our family's foundation We lost the glue that held us together We lost more than just a Dad that day We lost the Strongest man we ever knew We lost the man we looked up too We lost we four girls Teacher of many things We lost more than just a Dad that day We four girls lost our Hero We lost some of our Light We lost part of our Heart We lost part of our Soul We lost more than just a Dad that day We lost some of our Courage We lost some of our Strength We lost some of our will to fight back We lost some of our will to carry on We four girls lost more than a Dad We lost more than just a Dad that day
Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013 I hate you Cancer Your vile evil and cruel You don't care who you hurt I'll never forget that day I'll always hate you for it Your heartless Cancer You took someone important from me Someone important from others too Took people who didn't belong to you I hate you for it You disgust me Cancer You had no right to take him from me He mattered more than my very own life I hate you for taking my Daddy I hate you for taking others too I hate you with a passion Cancer You took part of my heart with him You took part of my soul that day too I hate you for it I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you with every fiber of my being Go back to Hell where you belong I hate you, others hate you Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer I hate you more than his doctor's I hate you more than God I hope I get to witness that day Witness the day you fall And you will fall Cancer You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave You'll finally get what you deserve And you'll never be able to take another soul Sabrina Niday Hansel ______________________________________________________________________ Placed 8th in Poet Destroyer A's 2013 "PINKTOBER" Contest Please Support a Cure for Colon Cancer & every other type!
Eternity Many times, I saw my spirit. Many times, I felt my soul. In life, I lived courageous. Now it is time for me to journey home. If you cry, that is fine. If you laugh, that is better than a cry. Rejoice in my life and shout praise. For I am Therefore, I shall be In peace, I leave this world. To my love ones, I am with the Lord. Sure happy to have lived Not sad that my time has come The benevolence of the spiritual realm is a breeze from a waterfall. The Lord is my keeper. He called me home. No more sadness let us all rejoice. Ms. Carrie Mae Sexton is now reunited with Jehovah God Lord. A woman of statue... A woman of worth... All that knew her will truly miss her. Never a life lost but one done with the world and because she walked a virtuous path, her life is shown. The Lord knows best and we must know the same. Our mother sojourns and in peace, she lays. ["Be assured that just as an hour is only part of a day so life on Earth is only part of eternity." C.L. Allen] User Name: Verlena Psuedonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine Motif: Grief and Bereavement -Contest Enter: Space & Time - Metaphorically written... Eternity is space and time... February 2014
Please don't cry over my casket For I am not there Please don't cry at my grave My soul has been set free I know it's hard not to cry I've been down that road one to many times I have no more pain I have no more sickness And I would not change a thing As I walk threw the gates of Heaven Mom Dad our brothers and sisters Will welcome me with open arms Here I am free of that pain Don't blame yourself It was my time to go home This is where I'm supposed to be Don't dwell on things which you can not change I will always be in your heart I will always be watching over you When that day comes for you to come home I will be there to welcome you With open arms And walk you threw the gates of Heaven You will be greeted by our family & friends Who came home before you Until that day I will be watching over you
I'm lost hurt and angry Why did you take his life I want, No I need to know Tell me, Tell me why I deserve to know Haven't you done enough to him What'd he ever do to you He suffered his whole life Suffered more than anyone deserved Tell me, Tell me why you did it I have a right to know Why'd you let him born to them Born to worthless parents Parents who didn't care They threw him away like garbage Pawned him off on someone else Tell me, Tell me why Explain how you could do that You gave him Polio You let others treat him like disease You took away the full use of his legs You warped his hand and foot Tell me, Explain to me why I deserve to know You let others think he was crazy You let it go on for over year You didn't stop it, Why Tell me, Give me your reason Answer me God, Help me to understand You go and make matters worse You gave him Cancer You didn't give him a chance to fight back You just jerked him away from us Tell me, Tell me how How you could be so cruel How can others not question you When others do it, It's murder But when it's by your hand It's your will, Their fate Tell me, What makes you so different Your no better than the demons knocking at the door You heard me beg and plead You know I'm not afraid to die I was willing to carry it all for him I was willing to take my Daddy's place You didn't even let me say Goodbye Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place Answer me God, you owe me that much Spiritual
When you miss a child, Of your very own, That is your flesh and blood, You begin to wonder, Where did you go wrong, In your own life, Instead of looking, At the beautiful life, You created, This you must remember, So many of the difficult times, Cause of the times you did share together, For your children will remember more, Than you really want to give them credit for, And they will always remember you, As their loving parent, For loving them so much, More than you will ever know, And you will never forget them, Just as you hope, You will never be forgotten, From their lives, Forever more, As well.
Her chapped palms smell of -ungrateful jasmine- roughened by shrewd plays of world. And in the creases of - youthful forehead- sleeps an orphaned childhood, old. Among distasteful leering, ineffectual rags of -modesty cries- unfortunate beauty trapped among -lechers- pawn broker and hawker alike. -Nobody's Child - gazes high UP , at the S K Y S C R A P E R S , elegant unreachable stairs winding beyond clouds yonder. S L O W L Y sighing, At the dreams hidden, on the dark side of half bitten moon.
Pity her as she cried On the floor, ragged, she lied She's covered with odd bruises And hell things on mind cruises She was there left alone Mourning for help at home. Hungry and parched she was, Hoping someone would pass "Click! Click!", the door knob sounds At last someone's around. Who's there? Who could that be? At last! She will be free! But it widened her eyes Scared and again she cried 'Twas a man who appeared Went to her and she feared. He touched her hair and said "Hush! Hush! Just go to bed Stay quite, don't be a heck!" And kissed her on the neck. Poor girl, she just abide To the man whom she feared "Why is he doing this? I'm his daughter, why's this?" In the bedroom they were; Father started kissing her. Poor lil girl can't defy If she speak up, she'll die. "Oh my Lord, please help me, I can't take it, save me." Said her mind as tears flowed Grieving in pain; she moaned. Then suddenly she smiled From what she heard outside. A sudden hope in her eyes gleamed From something she perceived. She heard her mother's voice "I'll be saved" she rejoiced "A miracle for me Lord replied to my plea." And the door opened Mother saw what happened Shocked and startled she was Then screamed for help, at last! Mother bellowed and slapped him Outraged and said to him "She is your daughter! Why did you rape her?" Then neighbors came Naked -- poor girl was ashamed Dazed and shaken they were Staring at poor girl and her father. Then two cops came along Grabbed the father for his wrong He panicked and dreaded Denied all he acted Livid and offended Lil girl stood and stated "Oh yes, that man raped me, Not just once but many times." Then her father uttered "My dish is my daughter. I'm the one who made her, So I should also taste her." Wretched from what she heard She spoke not a single word Woeful and quite, she sniveled Suddenly collapsed and fell At last poor girl's now free From nightmare and agony Yes she has a father But she's his dish not his daughter.
The Angel We Gave To You... He could have taken anyone But no one really knew Of all the people in this world God had chosen you Your little face so beautiful We loved you from the start Every tiny part of you Engraved upon our hearts Every precious moment Every hour that you gave Every time we held you Was a precious memory made We'll never see you smile We will never watch you grow Which makes the time we had with you More precious that you know Everyday we'll send you Love and kisses up above For nothing's greater in this world Than mummy and daddy's love In times of pain and sadness When we feel all hope is gone We'll know that in your sister, and our hearts You will live on And when we go to bed each night We'll close our eyes and pray We'll put our hands together And this to God we'll say "You've taken someone special Who we love more than you know So brave, but very fragile So with you she had to go Please wrap her in your tender arms And love her like we do And cherish every moment The Angel…we gave to you" For Ruby xxXxx
written 22nd Oct 2013 Even after sixteen years still I cry your daughters tears Every year on this day, will always be sad known only as the date, God took my dad 1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997 Allan Thomas Holmes
It hides in the shade, as the leaves dwindle down. The paint may be fading, but the seat is quite sound. Some will sit in the shade, forgetting the tears, without giving much notice, or to think of the years, or to ponder the pain, that once rained on our world. There was a black, tragic day, that cruelly erased an innocent child, with a sweet, gentle face. Traces of heartache still linger in place. I rest for awhile, as I sit in the shade, while a breath-holding sigh returns once again, Clouds cover the sunlight, that wants to pour in. Something swept through the heart, of this small coastal town, and still touches me deeply, in a personal way. I watch from the playground, of this small charter school, where my granddaughter plays in the cool, ocean dew. I remember again, with a soft whispered prayer, for the children who play here, perhaps some who will weep here. To keep them in comfort, and in safe loving arms. To keep every childhood from evil and harm. Carved in the bench is a name of a child A twelve year old girl, who attended this school. It's the same little school, where my granddaughter plays and learns daily lessons, every child needs to know. So we sit in shade, on this sage colored bench, then she goes to her class, where she basks in the love. She has asked all the questions that shouldn't be asked and spends all her days at the task of a child... With smiles for her teachers, just as Polly had smiled She runs through green grass, where Polly had been... This is the school, where my granddaughter goes She brought me to see, where a new garden grows, and showed me a bench that sits under trees ....and together we share, of what a child shouldn't know I sit with her now, with the robins and finches... We trace Polly's name, then our fingers embrace, in the shade of the trees... ....on a sage colored bench ______________________ A true story.... To see Polly's Story... http://www.pollyklaas.org/about/pollys-story.html _____________________________________________________ Was earlier submitted in the Contest: "Anything Goes" But a story I felt I needed to tell........sad, but true...my granddaughter attended the same school where Polly had earlier been a student. A bench was dedicated in the name of Polly Klaas in remembrance of that terrible event 3/23/13 For Nette's contest "Take Two", by Carrie Richards
OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21 ON 1ST JULY 1990~ THE ANGELS DID SOMETHING ALMIGHTY FROM HEAVEN THEY SENT US OUR LIFE-LONG DESIRE-A PRECIOUS DAUGHTER TO LOVE AND ADMIRE. TRUE TO YOUR NATURE YOU ARRIVED WITHOUT FUSS OR PAIN--THE FIRST TIME OUR EYES MET WE KNEW OUR LIVES WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME AS A BABY AND TODDLER YOU MADE US SO PROUD YOUR VERY LONG HAIR, GREEN EYES AND SMILE- ALL THOSE GOOD LOOKS MADE YOU STAND OUT IN A CROWD YOU STARTED TALKING EARLY WITH MANY VOICEPRINTS YOUR CHARM AND GOOD LOOKS HAVE NOT STOPPED SINCE YOU LOVED YOUR DOLLS AND PRAMS-- DREAMT OF BEING A "SINGER" AND VERY QUICKLY LEARNED HOW TO WRAP YOUR DAD AROUND YOUR LITTLE FINGER YOUR BIG BROTHER DEVON--BEST FRIEND AND PROTECTER MOST OF THE TIME YOU GOT ON PERFECTLY TOGETHER FROM AN EARLY AGE YOU SHOWED YOUR LOVE OF SWIMMING AGE TWO AND A HALF YOU WERE ABLE AND WILLING TO SWIM UNDER WATER AND DO MANY LENGTHS THIS WAS CLEARLY ONE OF YOUR SPORTING STRENGTHS AT AGE THREE YOU COULD BARELY WAIT TO START PLAYSCHOOL "MISS INDEPENDENCE", WAS YOUR GENERAL RULE THE SLIDE AND JUNGLE GYM WERE YOUR FAVOURITE SPOTS AND TO OUR HORROR YOU WOULD CLIMB RIGHT TO THE TOP! AT AROUND THIS TIME, YOUR FIRST BOYFRIEND YOU MET- HE LIVED NEXT DOOR, AND HIS NAME WAS BRETT SOON IT WAS TIME FOR PRE-SCHOOL YOU LOVED YOUR TEACHER--YOUR NEW FRIENDS WERE COOL 'SPRING BONNETS' AND THE END OF YEAR SCHOOL PLAYS THE TEDDY BEAR CLASS GAVE YOU SOME REAL SPECIAL DAYS NEXT WAS 'BIG SCHOOL' AND YOUR FIRST CLASS WE WERE SERIOUSLY ANXIOUS BUT FOR YOU JUST ANOTHER 'MISS INDEPENDENCE' TASK LETTERLAND, MATHS AND LEARNING TO READ YOU EXCELLED AT ALL THAT WITH INCREDIBLE SPEED YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS CONTINUED THROUGH GRADES 2, 3 AND FOUR YOUR PLACE IN THE SWIMMING TEAM HELPED YOUR SCHOOL WIN MORE OUR MOVE TO AUSTRALIA… SAD FAREWELLS TO YOUR FRIENDS AND YOUR PETS BUT, GREAT EXCITEMENT YOU FELT AT ADVENTURES TO BE MET A NEW SCHOOL--"METHODIST LADIES COLLEGE" NEW FRIENDS--JUMPING A GRADE-- MET WITH SUCH POSITIVE COURAGE YOU MADE US SO PROUD IN THE WAY YOU ADAPTED MRS. WILLIAMSON SAID YOU WERE THEIR NEW CLASS 'ASSETT' . THE 'MR BEE' SPELLING AWARD AND MANY MERITS LATER WE ALL GOT HOMESICK-- BUT YOUR POSITIVE NATURE DID NOT WAVER THE DECISION WE MADE TO RETURN TO CAPE TOWN CAUSED YOU HEARTBROCKEN TEARS AND A PERMANENT FROWN ONCE AGAIN A SAD FAREWELL TO YOUR NEW FOUND FRIENDS RETURNING TO S.A. FOR OLD ONES TO MAKE AMMENDS IT WASN'T VERY LONG THAT YOU PICKED UP WHERE YOU LEFT OFF AT ALL ADDED TO YOUR TALENTS WERE NOW TEAM HOCKEY AND NETBALL AS YOU APPROACHED THE FIRST OF YOUR TEEN YEARS WITH YOUR LOOKS AND CHARM, INEVITABLY THE BOYFRIENDS WOULD APPEAR SHOPPING, MOVIES AND MANY PARTY SLEEP-OVERS CHOOSING TRUE FRIENDS AND DUMPING THE LOSERS DANCE SHOWS AND DANCING EXAMS… YOU EXCELLED AT HIP- HOP FUN AND OF COURSE THE DESIRE TO SHOP THE END OF JUNIOR SCHOOL-- THE FINAL ASSEMBLY—AWARDS TROPHIES FOR SPORTSMANSHIP AND YOUR S.R.C. PRIZE GOT MANY APPLAUDS SAD FEELINGS AT LEAVING YOUR OLD SCHOOL BEHIND EXCITEMENT AT STARTING HIGH SCHOOL WOULD SOON COME TO MIND NO PROBLEM TO YOU, IT WAS ALL JUST A BREEZE AS YEAR BY YEAR YOU CONTINUED TO ACHIEVE SWIMMING AND 'A' TEAM HOCKY MATCHES ON THE ASTRO TURF YOU EVEN STARTED TO LEARN HOW TO SURF FRIDAY AFTERNOON CHRISTIAN MEETINGS AND EVENING CHURCH YOUTH WE WERE SO HAPPY YOU FOUND GOD AND HIS TRUTH THE REST OF HIGH SCHOOL PASSED IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE WHILE YOUR LIST OF ACHIEVEMENTS REMAINED EXCEPTIONALLY HIGH YOUR ORGANISATIONAL SKILLS WERE ASTOUNDING COPING WITH TOUGH SUBJECTS LIKE MATHS, SCIENCE AND ACCOUNTING IN HOCKEY AND SWIMMING YOU MADE THE TOP TEAMS NO SURPRISE AT ALL THAT SWIMMING COACHES MOVED IN ON THE SCENE. THEY CULTIVATED YOUR TALENTS FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH EVERY YOUR NIGHT YOUR PASSION SAW YOU DOING MANY LENGTHS WEEKENDS OF GALA'S AND NATIONAL SWIMMING S.A.SHORT COURSE, YOUR P.B'S, AND FAIR SHARE OF WINNING TOGETHER WE CELEBRATED YOUR PLACE IN W.P. SCHOOL CHAMPS THAT YEAR SO PROUD OF OUR BEAUTIFUL SWIMMER ALWAYS AHEAD OF HER PEERS . FIRST YEAR AT UNIVERSITY YOU BECAME SO INDEPENDENT STARTING YOUR STUDIES AS A B.Sc. STUDENT IT WAS ALSO THE YEAR YOU LEARNED TO DRIVE GOT YOUR LICENSE—DAD SPOILT YOU—NEW CAR—RESPLENDENT YOUR FAITH AND TRUST IN THE LORD STILL REMAINS FIRM AS YOU WALK AND GROW SPIRITUALLY DAILY WITH HIM SO MUCH HAS CHANGED, AND YET SOME THINGS REMAIN YOU BEAUTY AND TALENTS SO EASILY MAINTAINED YOUR LOVE OF SWIMMING AND OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENTS IN WATER YOU KNOW WE WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR NO. 1 SUPPORTERS AND NOW YOU ARE 21, SWEETHEART YOUR WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU-- TODAY IS JUST THE START IT SEEMS LIKE JUST YESTERDAY THAT YOU WERE BORN— OUR DAUGHTER~LOVES BRIGHT SHINING LIGHT~ WE ADORE YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED IN EVERY WAY WISHING YOU GOD'S RICHEST BLESSINGS ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO OUR BABY GIRL TO HAVE YOU AS A DAUGHTER HAS BEEN A REAL PLEASURE -YOU HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL BE OUR MOST BEAUTIFUL TREASURE- (FOOTNOTE: OUR DAUGHTER WILL BE 23 THIS YEAR, HAS COMPLETED HER BSc. AND HONOURS DEGREE'S IN PHYSIOLOGY AND GENETICS AND NOW DOING HER MASTERS DEGREE IN EXERCISE SCIENCE. SHE IS ALSO A PROFESSIONAL TRIATHLETE—DOING SWIMMING, CYCLING AND RUNNING AS ONE DISCLIPLINE)
sometimes i talk to myself, my mind is racing, i dont know what to do... so hard to explain. depression isn't a stage or a faze some kids go through it shatters you... i saw it all. she cried silent in her bed, blood stains covered her favorite jeans, her every shirt, long sleeve ofcourse... she suffered through it all with few people to call friend and more to call enemy even more to say where quite dissappointed.... FAT her first name in school, not started by a bully or a mean rival, but by her sister, and it echoed through her soul, repeating in her mind... over and over again, like the ripples of still water when a pebble is dropped flash frozen in time repeating, over and over again... It was the first name they gave her, millions where created over the years, some unique some repeating again, just as the first had.. gothic they called her, emo, fat, ugly....worse things. but in her mind, things where worse. everything was repeating, over and over again, finally she believed it. she asked for help, from everyone tried to explain to parents she wasnt well, got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist, not from a teacher, not from a class mate, but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't, believe there could possibly be a thing wrong.... finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher. rather then giving her time, she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough... she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class... the princlipal says she needs help, sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation, her dads crying as she shows him her cuts... they walk into a hospital room, it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer, the lady at the desk gives her a smile. then she goes into a room with a lady, her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup, the girl is gaging on her perfume, and she looks really intimidating.... her dark brown hair looks dead and flat even though its a bit wavy, and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown. asks her all these questions, is mommy beating her? no is daddy raping her? no is she doing drugs? not alot is anyone beating her? pass... did anyone molest her? pass.... oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan, valium, lithium, more....... and thats what they gave her, more... some numbed the pain some brought it out tearing through her organs, she became an addict by the time she was fourteen.... over dose after over dose some for pleasure some for pain, gashes on her legs getting deeper, this time she didnt tell a soul, not even those she had come to call friends.... wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again as she dropped weight like it was nothing.... you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. at age fourteen she attempted suicide, she didnt quite succeed. the medication took away her aappitite.... she liked it she hated her body hated herself felt out of controll found a new way to cope as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat to keep her body from nuitrients... as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses I ate at my friends house.... spoken as a whisper heard like a sentance echoing in her mind over and over again, along with that word, all the words, FAT!!!!!! ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing... one bite she would say rocking back and forth craving nothing but food her body racked with hunger pain one bite and there she was again FAT! over and over and over again back to a toothbrush this time she sees blood she saw her ribs she saw her bones, it wasnt good enough, she almost died, again.... choking on this deep dissappointment in herself, gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs all shoved down her throat like candy and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste or the hurt or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon... and you know why? because daddy yelled and couldnt accept what was happening not because he wanted to hurt her but because it hurt him, and she let him believe, because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too. because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day smoking weed doing nothing, practically having us raise ourselves, she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement, and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage her mother had created for herself. because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did she was just frustrated fed up with the way things where scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty and to help heal her pain... because people in school who where so cruel had to have learned from somewhere and she wasnt going to play into their games, and they knew she was an easy target because she would never attack someone so weak and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice to help all these people.... to help her dad, her mom, her sister, every person who was beaten abused or hurt and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had. because depite the fact she had died inside, and almost passed away on the out, it was a saccrafice she was willing to make so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain, and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell of somthing that could have been and never had the chance and why? because she would take it and wouldnt strike back, because sometimes "just taking it" isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...
Final Adieu Let another sun set, Let another flower wilt, Let another autumn cast its gloom, Let another tear role, As ye part, and bid The final adieu. Suyash Saxena St. Stephen's college
June 18, 2013 our world was Forever Changed We where a few minutes from home When we got the call from our baby sister Said we need to get back home We need to come as fast as we can drive Mom really needs us Something's wrong with Daddy The whole way we drove 80 Hoping & Praying we'd make it back in time Our Family & Friends were weeping By the time we got to his side We knew then our Daddy had been taking And our hearts they were breaking We never got to say Goodbye We each softly kissed that man We four sisters climbed in his bed We laid down beside him And cried just like babies For our world was Forever Changed
While you're watching over all your children from above Listening as they send to you a prayer Please God will you take some time to listen to my child And find a way to let her know you're there Through the years she suffered a very tragic loss Her happy life was shattered; torn apart She tries so hard to hide the lonely tears she cries at night She tries so hard to hide her broken heart Through the years she put aside her sadness and her pain And found the strength to be both mum and dad She never let them see the hurt, they only saw her smile Although she'd lost the only love she had She's struggled through the ups and downs that losing someone brings She battled on and fears were cast aside But every day I see the hurt and pain I know she feels I see the unshed tears that fill her eyes But now I see her worrying for someone else she loves Her child...her precious life and soul I watch the pain and sadness returning to her life I watch the years of heartache take its toll So please God will you take a while and listen to her prayers Let her worries, and her burdens cease Take away her pain and sorrow, dry her lonely tears And help my daughter find a sense of peace I need for her to know you're there no matter what life brings To guide her when I know she's lost her way I need to know that once again a smile will reach her eyes That happiness, she will find again someday...
You gave me the news today Told me to leave and stay away To error is human is what they say It's to bad you don't see it this way Yes you decided to throw me away Because I don't see everything your way You don't know how I feel, but you hope I agree That you should have nothing more to do with me So, once again I totally must disagree Even though you want nothing to do with me A mother's love you can't throw away I'll love you my daughter till my dying day
So many thoughts come to mind If only I could really go back in time Change or undo my life's violent and sexual crimes Tell those around me to open their eyes Pay Attention to the signs If only one wish could really rewind Those pedophilic hands of my life-time… Then I stopped and started to think Who would I be if this didn't happen to me? What of the woman I'd come to be The wisdom I'd come to see And my children who's lives are abuse free As a result of my past… my history… Now, with eyes wide and mind free Heart pounding, air, LOVE and life in me Blessed with children to change my legacy, Equipped with words and strength to share my story… my poetry I'd wish only to open the eyes of the blind The mouths of the abused and the hearts of our society… I'd make them see… I'd make them see So no other child has to end up like me… Lay ** For the "If I Had One Wish Contest"
I know that taking my life is a sin, But you don't know how much pain I am in; Death is better than this hell I've been through, God Grant me mercy for what I must do; My tortured soul robs me of breath, All I seek is the release of death; Requesting redemption in the gun I cling to, God Grant me mercy for what I must do; I'm considering briefly the life I must end, Nothing is left but the chance to transcend; And this decaying body that I pass through, God Grant me mercy for what I must do; Raven they named me, but now they are gone, I'm all alone since they both passed on; Soon I will see them, it's long overdue, God grant me mercy for what I must do; I beg for forgiveness as I let myself go, Tears trickle down as I feel my heart slow; Hopefully now I'll get to see you, So God grant me mercy for what I must do. Tirzah Conway ~For the contest "Among the Dead"~
The Women (for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla) Pregnant, your husband on the run, your daughter, a child, a few years old, they hauled you in, these brutish men, into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell. They wanted information, you gave them nothing, these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter, and white was right in South Africa back then, but, you did not cower, you stood resolute, you, my mother, faced them down, their power, their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats. You, my mother, would not, could not break, You stood firm, you stood tall. You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall. You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles, the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad, my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place, by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men, whose skin just happened to be lighter. You told me many things, as I grew older, of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder. You were a fighter, for a just cause, like countless other South African women, you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs, of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow, you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow. Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still, a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life, all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill. I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers, the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land, who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand. I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed, your body interred in your beloved South African soil, you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder, of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil. I salute you! (for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours, who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)
A Painful Thanksgiving Night… As I sit here this Thanksgiving night I can do nothing else but write. My family's in the other room So, why do I feel all this gloom? When we arrived late last night I thought for sure I would be alright. Even though it took everything in me To take that 3 hour drive you see. Each and every time I come All I want to do is run. Run away and never turn back A family bond I sure do lack. A mother's love is what I crave But a hug and money is all she gave. My sisters and I we try and try To understand mother as the years go by. But nothing about her ways makes sense She's cold and hard and always on the defense. Through the years she's done much wrong But the love of my mother I still do long. Though the bad memories of her will never erase I prayed through my kids they might be replaced. Maybe they would chase away her pain And my love for her would not be in vain. When they're around her it's clear to see There's nothing left, no mystery. Who she is; is what she'll be All I see is a repeat of history. A history filled with hurt and pain To protect my children I must break the chain. This chain has bound me in so many ways It almost claimed my life - on several days. Lay
In innocent lie Amidst the lightening dew Poppies in mourning She unknown, taken at will Where now a butterfly sits .
Little bird, what ails thee is it the bread in your belly little bird, what troubles thee is it the bread of misery is it the bitterness in your heart, or the offense you can't forgive is it the anguish that sets you apart, or the hurt that holds you captive is it the cancer of bitter love, or the loss of deserved affection is it the cruel withdrawal of his tenderness and compassion life is much too brief and youthful love's even briefer still, your forestalled relief keeps you from seeing His eternal will what befalls you is neither unshared nor a mystery God sheds tears for you in the midst of your painful agony little bird, what ails thee is it the bread in your belly little bird, what troubles thee is it the bane of misery
To my girls I want you to know That I see you As equals on every level Not just my daughters My little pink princesses I see you as young women Powers within this world With oceans to offer A lifetime still to learn. Live your lives As though I was still with you Be free and fearless For you can see Life is so short Take all opportunities And shape them to your dreams You have all the tools And I will be watching over you Be good to one another There are only two of you The strength between sisters Is a bond for life. Your analytic minds Will help you make good decisions Fair and just rewards will ensue. Your radiating hearts Will gift you many friendships Maybe special love All in good time. You will never be alone For you have a deep sense of self This will be fortified With my passing Your feet firmly planted Will serve you well Balancing the ups and downs because that's how life is. Always be true to yourself Life will be true to you too. Do not mourn my death I am not going far away. My illness has progressed My time is nigh There is a greater plan One we cannot see But we have had a great life As mother and daughters Our journeys together live on in our memories. My loves I will hold you safe In my heart Now and forever I will always be with you.
Destiny fraught with hardship So much in aconite life of the hapless soul In row prone with some ponce Who could save as she fret? Conscripted in a route routed march On lisping lips of the wobbly tongue Like bird she could afar and appear in minute As it were when one is peregrine in gradgrinds It could be anything but help Dove like as seen on thy alter Not just a deist in your conception What could have warrant such Towards these wench If there were life after where she was The issuance of ones isonomy to beloved family Like teddy bay roaming in the hands of strangers Straining in no altercation Yes, she live up to her mournful pride Waited in many of her days Maybe the sun could deign and benign her path.
Sitting in a chair and watching a movie I get a phone call, She's dead, my little sister tells me, and I drop the ball. you are really gone, I can't believe how this can happen, You didn't have to go, I wish I could of dropped in. Hearing and seeing all the tears that are being poured out for you is very sad, This day will be remembered in yours and you two little angels forever and that's not bad. Not being able to see you any more will be hard but ill think of something to occupy my self, But till than tho, shine bright for our God and save me a crown a big shelf. Dedication to: Alina Bukhanstova and her two little angels. PS: R.I.P, you will be missed.
My mom was a strong woman, and stubborn too, Yet she had a soft side, between me and you. That side she would show, when you least expected, But let me tell you, she was well respected. Mom was quite unique, and was one of a kind, She was set in her ways, so keep that in mind. The youngest of nine, she had gotten her way, Spoiled by her siblings', almost every day. Right out of high school, she had married my dad, Blessed with three children, plus fifty years they had. They both were hard workers, in all that they did, My dad taught himself, from when he was a kid. My mom was a smoker, for forty-six years, Some day it would happen, she'd face all her fears. Lung cancer she had, and inoperable too, Her time on this earth, would be shortened we knew. Radiation and Chemo, had done their thing, Remission set in, tears of joy it did bring. We would go out at night, to shop and to talk, I knew she enjoyed, getting out for a walk. Two years had gone by, after Thanksgiving Day, Her pain had returned, but was afraid to say. She'd lie on the couch; it was strength she did lack, We knew in our hearts, that the cancer came back. We shared lots of laughter, but many a tear, I tried to assure her, she'd nothing to fear. "Please watch over your dad, this one thing I ask." "I know it will be, quite a difficult task." One morning in March, Hospice called us to say, You may want to come, for she's slipping away. For the night before, mom told me to stay home, "Be there for your kids, you can call me by phone." When we all arrived, for a moment she woke, Her eyes said it all, not a word had she spoke. We stayed by her bedside, just holding her hand, "It's time to let go mom, we all understand". A few days had passed, not ready to let go, For it had been raining, but letting up slow. The sun began shining, the clouds disappeared, Opening the heavens, for mom's time has neared. We gathered together, her forehead we kissed, Whispering so softly, how much she'd be missed. "Your time has arrived mom, just follow the light", She left us so peaceful, she gave up her fight. It was time to drive home, in the car we got, Then something had happened, while leaving the lot. Huge drops of rain falling, it had to be fate. They were tears of joy; she was at heaven's gate.
I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth I can't hear the screams as they work their way out As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and Once recovered sensed the words were written,not Even a look to see what was written only to know it Was there.Sleepless night,taunt filled faces horde my Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you. How many times have I witness myself wound my self With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ? But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in Which we share spread further and further like the flames Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world. We are both witnesses and at the same time We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes? May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners To this world and the next.
Today is my birthday. Do you even know? Does the day cross your mind, as You come and go ? Do you reflect when I was small, or even how I've grown. Do I cross your mind at all when your sitting there alone ? You should know I'm not alone , in this world you left me in. I've married well. He's also my best friend. We've raised two wonderful boys who are growing into men .Who know their treasured, loved and will be 'til the end. I've never understood the type of man you are. Are you well ? Alone ? Or living in your car ? My heart breaks when I think of all I've missed. A fathers warm hug and protection . Smile . A treasured goodnight kiss. As the years have passed, I've been forced to know , things are not all fairy tales thru this world we go . I'm releasing you forever to this life you've chosen for. Never looking for you at the knock upon my door . Never thinking the call for me , coming in is you . Never wondering what my father would say I do. I do hope you are well wherever that may be. And I hope that on some days you might just think of me. Honorable Mention Interlocking Rhyme Poetry Contest Sponsored by Isaiah Zerbst
mom love you need you please love me need me too
Hand in hand and Eyes to eyes, Promises unending As if from the heart, Pregnancy struck Then hand out of hand And eyes apart from eyes Leaving the girl in stark anguish... BY: CHARLES MELODY (LIGHTNING INK).
My excitement was at an all-time peak since Daddy was coming to meet me. I was so enthralled I could barely speak. I wondered how he would greet me. Would he still call me his little girl even though I was all grown? That would give me such a thrill though him I'd barely known. Mom died when I was just five and all the family was scattered. Finding my loved ones well and alive; for years that's all that mattered. I found one sibling then another. This made me very happy. I had a sister and a brother but I still wanted my pappy! Finally I found him or he found me. We set up a meeting date. I was there an hour early. Seemed Dad was running late. For the longest time I waited there but he was a no-show. Turns out his fears he couldn't bear. So my daddy I'd never know. He begged forgiveness when he called later. I never did see him again. I forgave him 'cos I'm not a hater. But this caused me so much pain. This a true story for Kim Morrison's contest
My little treasure with such large and needy glistening eyes She has an angelic face so soft her rosy cheeks do beam She is short of stature though within her she encases a large loving heart She doesn't ask for the world just that I am a part of it I held her only briefly too short a time for such an abundance of love to share She asks nothing impossible of me only to be held and loved Sadly abandoned by those she trusted and loved so dear Her eyes so deep and yearning as if to beg me to steal her away So far away where hurt and pain dare not follow So far into the quiet solace of her little dreams My little treasure so young and fragile she is I feel her slipping away can I save her from where she hides Can I help her find her way to the paradise she needs Much pain in her sweet little face I can barely glance I pray I can save her from this cage that is her little life In death I lost my own little treasure so many years ago My granddaughter needs that love I saved and buried so deep inside A love that stands the test of time never to depart I pray now for solace and wisdom from my grand creator Great courage and strength I pray will lead me in this journey
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION JS Lambert
Your love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and i'm through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried by the dove of someone I use to know.
A serpent underneath blue sky, in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye, above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor, venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water, misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son, mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon; on teli and in the press, on top shells, price none the less, in bedroom and at your door.. dawn of a new day seemed to be dark, after all.
Published by Poetry Explosion of PA In Loving Memory of my Dad, Peter J. Mariotti He left this world on May 9, 2011. I miss him so. 50 Years-Korean War Dad, you were one of the foot soldiers, When the Korean War began, You were among the many to fight In this foreign land, You went bravely into battle, Because our country told you to go, You didn't ask any questions You just went to fight the foe, North Korea was Communist, South Korea was not, The country had been split After World War II, Now American boys were fighting On Korean soil, The South Koreans needed help from The Red, White and Blue Dad, you were a hero, You served our country well, Now after 50 years You finally were able to tell, The story of your war And the misery you saw, The Korean War had been forgotten But now at long last, It will be remembered, As an important part of our past. Love always Celine Rose Mariotti
This story is about a young girl named Sapphie Smith. Her parents were poor, so they lived in a small house, And Sapphie had only three toys, An hour-glass, a spindle, and a doll. The hour-glass had been her father's, The spindle her mother's, And when she was younger, Mother had made her the doll. Sapphie had known no other life, Therefore she was content with her toys and her small little bedroom. She slept with the little rag doll every night, Playing with it so much that it was frayed. When she was about six years old, An epidemic swept through the land. Her parents wished they did not have to go to the village and work, But they were so poor, they had no other choice. Then, one day, Sapphie's parents did not come back; Her father found good pay as a shepherd in the distant hills, Where he would not see his family for a long time, And her mother knew one day in the village That she had the dreadful sickness. She did not go home because she loved her little daughter so much That she did not wish to risk her getting sick. But it tore her heart to pieces, knowing that she would never again see her beautiful daughter. Sapphie wondered why her parents did not come home As they did every evening. It did not bother her much as she played with her toys; The hour-glass, the doll, and the spindle, Crawling into her little bed when she grew sleepy. The next day, Sapphie was getting lonely without her mother, So she went to look for her in the wooded hills around her house. She soon grew weary, not having thought to eat breakfast, And laid down to rest by a stream where she drank. A kind woodsman found her and raised her like his own daughter, But as the months passed, Her father came home, and found it empty, Save the doll, the hour-glass, and the spindle. He set them on the little table with three chairs, Crying when he woke up and saw them every morning. Sapphie found her father years later, Which was the happiest day of her life. Whenever she was sad, she looked on the mantle where the toys were And remembered how wonderful it was to have her father again. # See About Poem #
Many Christmas stories are told every year, and many songs are sung with pure cheer; do I have a good story, at least one, I can tell, or a simple song I can hum and spread good will? When Lisa's grandmother passed away unexpectedly... by her dying bed she kept an ivory music box, and to her lovely granddaughter she gave it to saying," Take care of it, and smile when you think of me!" The day after granny died, she went down the dark cellar to hide the ivory music box in an old dresser's drawer, and once in a while she would open it and play it and listen to it sadly; the pretty angel swirled...and Silent Night played as Lisa touched it tenderly. It was almost Christmas Day and the pine tree wasn't decorated yet, she rushed outside carrying a red basket with ornaments in it; how could she had forgotten to adorn it with bulbs and garlands? " Oh gosh, I feel like the Grinch!" she displeasingly uttered to herself. There was no snow predicted for that evening and the illuminated town was lacking Nature's magical snowflakes to make it festive and vibrant; five minutes to midnight the choir from the nearest church gathered outside, and waited for a miracle...silence...tranquility...every heart felt so alone. But Lisa with an indomitable spirit ordered them to sing, and they began singing looking up the clearest, starriest sky; everyone seemed sad and some of them wanted to cry, but before sadness set in...snowflakes began falling. Lisa knew that it was the miracle she had been waiting for, but something was missing from the snowy scenery... she remembered her ivory music box she had put away, and running, with awe in her bright eyes, she opened the cellar's door... Clutched in her caring, careful hands, she carried the ivory music box, laid it gently underneath the twinkling, scented Christmas Tree; Lisa kissed it tenderly...until the golden angel started to swirl at midnight, as that divine music filled the nippy air...making all cheeks so peachy. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
mama how do i tell you its bad again how the voices are telling me its okay to hurt they want me to fall to fall from the top of buildings and not get up but don't worry mama i plan to shut them up mama how do i explain how the pain has returned all you wanted was me to be better i tried and tried and tried and tried but in the end, the crazy won they drive me crazy to no end i want to make it stop but don't worry mama i have a plan mama i cant tell you how it feels to be sunken to the depths of earth angels are soaring above me but their happy gazes hurt i need this incessant chatter to go to hurt me, to hate me it all feels so real but don't worry mama it wont soon mama i can see the look in your eyes it hurts me too that this is goodbye cant you see this is the only way for the voices to vanish but my body stay goodbye and farewell ill miss you so much but don't cry mama ill be better now
My parents taught me the Christian ways. I was taught to obey what the Bible says. I was proud of my parents! I really was! And loved them so much… Just because! They meant everything to me! I was proud! Until one day... There appeared "a dark cloud." It was like a "darkness" hovered above. Leaving their marriage empty of needed love! Though they were together many years. There were many cracks that soon appeared. I say a once happy home soon destroyed. Being with one another…. They no longer enjoyed! How could this happen! I had wondered… To see a happy marriage "totally plundered As sin crept in... And allowed to prevail. Very soon this marriage simply failed. May this be a warning for me and you… That our commitment remains faithful and true! If your marriage is heading toward separation… Please seek God for a healing and restoration! If your planning to have a divorce.. Jesus' love can put it on the right course! He can replace the brokenness and hurt within.. And can put your lives back together AGAIN! By Jim Pemberton
Each drop that lay congealing.Hardened pools of hearts blood feeling.Stacked higher to a ceiling which is seemingly without end or sight of this sorrow swelling.I can't stop or staunch the sound of silence so keenly suicidal.Tapestries hung from the seething keening.See this warp and weft of weeping.Broken languidly so looming of a thread cut selfishly assuming.She took Her Life.The selfless one S he gave to Me,when the Daughter that I am to Her,She who bore and gave to Me.The very same,exactly like in every way,each drop by drop . Lifes very blood I hold in keeping a Thrumming of My Mothers Weeping.Oh Mother Wherefore Art Thou?Dost Thou Hear Thy Childs Lament?In One Fell Strroke You Wasted Time.Every Moment That We Would Spend.The Only Thing of Worth To Me I See In Faded Things.Her Pictures are Like Memories That God Will Never Bring.As Answers Heard on Dead Deaf Ears, a Cacophony of Screams ,are all I ever Hear.Sorrowed Horrors That I Bear, Tolling Woe and Days of This Despair.My Mother Bequeathed to Me the Day She Thought To Teach Me the Only Answer That I Contemplate When I Feel That Lifes Unfair.I Think This Day I'll Take This Gift She Gave To Me When I Was Born.Born Up On My Cold Dead Hands and Show The Way She Truly Taught Me Truly How To Care. A Mothers Gift Of Suicide James Patrick Kail Tuesday November 6th 2012
We make daisies into a chain. Giggling, laughing, it starts to rain. We lift our faces to the sky and soon we're drenched, you and I. I close my eyes for a moment , brief. Opening them I'm consumed with grief. My heart is pounding in the dark night. Gone is my child, the meadow, the light. Only in dreams do you come to me. In morning light my tears run free. I long for sleep to see you again. Only my dreams bring relief from pain.
The hardest thing I had to do? The day I said goodbye to you. We sat there and our words were few Yet in that moment I just knew, This is our last goodbye. You didn't cry it's not your style And you and I each wore a smile But both were thinking all the while You'll soon be there on high. I never thought my love could grow But being there it was just so. We'd sit and let our love just flow, Then came the day I had to go We said our last goodbye. Now daddy what you did not see Is how my heart broke inwardly? Those gentle words must comfort me You'll soon be there on high. 09.05.2014
Daddy lied to his sweet little girl, wiping a tear and a golden curl. "You won't die" he lied, in anguished pain, Kissing her face again and again. "Don't Cry Daddy, it will be okay" She said. "Just hold my hand and pray" Daddy saw the doctor shake his head "No". Then, he knew it was her time to go. She loved him with a weak final smile, "Lay in bed with me a little while." He climbed in bed and held her tight, praying hard to save her precious life. Soon she fell into lasting sleep, leaving behind the world to weep. A normal old sonnet, for the beautiful lies contest.
I wanted you to love me, I wanted you to see, I wanted you to know all I felt inside of me I love you more than you'll ever loved yourself, Watch you tear apart until only pieces are left, I'm letting go now and I'm not turning back, Far distant memories is all that are left, I hope you know that there are people that care, We may be far away but doesn't mean we aren't there, Tired of this never-ending circle, Live your life without your true purpose, When will you see my torment and pain, Wondering if you'll live to see another day, You can be selfish you chose your path, Now it's time you deal with the aftermath, You break my heart again and again, Just leave me incomplete until I'm not whole again, I love you more than the air I breathe, but you rip me apart until nothing is left of me, I'll leave you to your torment, pity, and shame, I just wish you would just only forget my name, Can't let you break my heart in two, The heartbreak I feel I wish you only knew, I'll love you until the day I die, I won't let you be the reason I continue to cry, Hope you're happy and I have all that you want, but I'm no longer here to rest your problems on, I hope it changes I hope you see, You are my love and always a part of me, I'll always be here right by your side, but I won't watch you self destruct until you die, Think about us and how much we love you, Turn your cloudy days into beautiful shades of blue, Remember one thing and that's all that I ask, Please quit pretending and take of that faulty mask, You say you're alone but that's a lie, There's people here that for you would give their life, Keep me in your heart I'll never fade away, I hope you'll find your meaning; someday, Love you forever but that's all I can do, No longer a prisoner to what you say and do
A Better Life I don't know why she hides, I don't know why she shivers, I don't know why she cries, I don't know why she quivers, Daddy's girl is all alone, And I don't know how to help her, Daddy's world is all but blown, And I don't know what to tell her, What happened to her confidence, And her self assured way, Which used to be so prominent, In all she did or would say, Who stole my little girl's heart, And drove her to such confusion, She now slowly does her part, As if all she has is illusion, She knows I would kill any other man, For doing such harm to my little girl, But this is much more than I can stand, As it has forever blown apart my world, They took 'steps' to the next level, And now they each look to me in despair, I warned them each to be careful, But the forbidden fruit they shared, Now I look at one without trust, Yet I still love my son so very much, I still hold her distant as I must, But she needs Daddy's healing touch, Why do I have to be the bad guy, When my children need my help, I pushed one out and I still cry, While I can't help her help herself, There is no way to win here, And my tears won't stop falling, I have lost them both I fear, And my fears won't stop calling, I don't know what to do anymore, Or how I can help either of them, Both children my heart cries out for, But the truth is neither can win, And for this my darling kids, I am so sorry I can't decide, Which to disown or which to kiss, When I am actually on both your sides, So I pray that both her and him, Of whom I am so very proud, Do not give up and become victims, Who wear this pain like a shroud, I pray both of you hear my advice, Get over this hardship and understand, This lesson with its terrible price, Is one where you do as best you can, To forgive and move on from here, Without Dad having to choose a side, And to let go of all that you fear, If you want to grow to have a better life.
Everybody knows that it's against the law for grown men and grown women to date all of the underage boys and girls,. let alone a 14-year-old boy or a 15-year-old girl. The law also states that any adult who tries to have this so-called "intimate sexual relationship" with any of the underage boys and/or girls would likely go to jail for a period of time and upon release, they'll have to be register sex offenders for the rest of their lives. It seems that those teen girls would rather date men in their 20's or 30s than guys their age and those teen boys would rather date women twice their age than girls their age, as well. but luckily, their parents (the mothers and the fathers) are here to prevent these so-called "May-December" relationships from ever happening, especially when they're protecting their teenage offspring from dirt-bags like these would-be pedophiles. But no matter what the parents do, no matter how hard they try, their teen sons and/or daughters, they secretly continuing dating older men/older women, even at night (midnight, 2 am, or 3 in the morning, e.g.). And the next thing everybody knows, their parents, they will have found out about it; thereby finding them in bed with the adults; their parents should make multiple police reports and pud the cradle robbers behind bars for good. Boy this is starting to look like an episode of "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" (Season 6-Episode 19-Intoxicated featuring Danielle Panabaker) and an episode of "Snapped," especially when Sarah Johnson killed her own parents in cold blood because she was afraid that the late Mr. and Mrs. Alan and Diane Johnson would send this guy name Bruno Santos to prison or have him deported back to Mexico for statutory rape (by way of dating a then-16-year-old girl). There's no way that those teen boys and teen girls are ever going to get into a bunch of serious, intimate relationships with a bunch of would-be cradle-robbing adults. They need to concentrate on their education and they need to be with guys and girls their age. I mean, one teen boy dating a n adult female? One teen girl dating an older man? My God, their parents will be seriously upset about this. Who on Earth would be dumb enough to fall for an older woman or an older man? And if these would-be pedophiles in the form of grown men and women even attempt to rob these teen boys and girls of their innocence and whatnot, the parents are going to have a problem up in here.
I am a poet writing of my pain I am a person living a life of shame I am your daughter, hiding my depression I am your sister, striving to make a great impression I am your friend acting like I'm fine I am a dreamer, wishing this life, wasn't mine I am a girl who struggles with suicide I am a teenager, pushing her tears aside Side note: (Writing for other ladies out there, not so much myself, so don't worry about me)
Wher's my daddy?Have I done something wrong? But I'll be good ,if he just comes home And I will stand so proud and say, I'm a big girl now daddy I wont get in your way I wont be mean any more ,wont kick and scream; Or fall to the floor,Iwont whine or fuss and get you upset I'm abig girl now daddy ,you'll be surprised I bet; I can sit quietly while at play,daddy I promise ; I wont get in your way; If you come home,I'll be at my best Am I big enough to make such a request? Mommy said that you're up in Heaven 'Cause your name was oneof them given, But if you told Jesus,that you couldnt stay; And I'd ask for you back at night when I pray, Then back to our house you will arrive-! See mama, I told you my daddy was alive.
Holes are dug The tents raised Men and women salute As they carry your body away The flag draped over so graceful Exhibiting patriotism of the brave Honoring the risk you willingly took As we march in silence toward your grave My fellow comrade, my partner Forever my best friend Life for us was just beginning When it turned for a swiftning end I felt my stomach tightly churn When I saw your name on the list Sinking back into the moment We shared our final goodbye kiss Now as they lower you down gently My heart follows right behind Though you can't be with me now in body Our souls will always be intertwined I'll be brave for our little princess But I can't promise I won't weep Watching her lay here with your picture Cuddling it softly sound asleep I tell her numerous stories about you And she tries to memorize them all But as the years go by it gets harder When your face isn't as clear to recall She knows her father is a hero And not afraid to announce to the world Oh my dear, how I see so much of you In the liveliness of our precious girl I know our parting won't last forever When we're together as a family in Heaven That picture is what keeps me going each day Holding to the thought I'll embrace you again We will live to make you proud, my love Though somedays are harder then most Perhaps fallen but never forgotten To your life we raise this toast
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Yesterday I could see their births as if it was just Yesterday A time when all I knew was love Yesterday I'd no thought for tomorrow, just the day Yesterday How they changed the world in every way Yesterday Little smiles How they melted this man, their father's heart Little girls How they instantly became a needed part Little hands That held tightly to the palm of mine Little babies How they'll always be this man's sunshine Little girls But when they grow up I'll be so sad… My world will then lose the babies I had… I'll have just the memories of their touch… The day my daughters… grow up… Maybe They'll never fall in love with any boy Maybe But, then they'll never learn of all that joy Maybe They'll wait until they reach old forty two Maybe But, that's a dream that won't come true Maybe But when they grow up I'll be so sad… My world will then lose the babies we had… I'll have just the memories of their touch… The day my daughters… grow up… One day I will walk them down the aisle They'll look at me with that little girl smile I'll do everything to hold back the tears Forced by the memories of all their years The day my daughters… grow up… One day When I am old and they come to visit me One day I'll still see them as kids, though with families One day Despite age, they'll always be my little girls One day Is every day that I'm alive in this world One day The day my daughters… grow up… Is the day, I'll grow up…too
Whispers... Don't wake her, Let her rest. Whispers.... Don't tell her, She's not ready. Whispers awakened her From a drug induced Slumber. She listens For a voice So familiar It could have been her own. A voice Cooing at a child, Smiling in it's vibrations Making promises It will keep, Making promises It can never keep. This voice was not there Among the whispers, And yet she yearned To hear this voice. The slumber was thick And yet she swam To the surface Using all she could summon To break the surface To break the slumber. As her eyelids fluttered A strong hand Grasped her hand, Pulling her through To the real world. He sat at her bedside, A face as familiar As her own. And with her eyes She asked the question He was afraid to answer. "She was beautiful." It was the word Was That plunged her back Into the abyss of dreams And unrealized wishes, Leaving her there For a day, Or was it two. When she woke, Those words roused her. When she slept, Those words were her lullaby. No child Rested in her arms, Once nestled in her womb. No child Suckled at her bosom, Now heavy with sustenance. No child To cry out For her mother. Time waits for no one, And days pass, Then weeks and months And soon a year Had come and gone. Soon another child Filled her womb And this child was born, And then another, And then another. Three children Had rested in her arms, Suckled at her bosom And cried out to her, Their mother. And when asked About the fourth She would say, "She was beautiful."
She tries to raise her right, hoping to win the good fight Praying that her daughter is safe and trying to feel right Never seems considered with the unimportance of everything If love were items, get a bigger table for what she brings Her heart and mind are full but inside seeming to disagree She never asks for anything more than days being pain free Life was not ever given and she does not expect it will be But everyone knows life is not meant to be lived in misery One day she will get to the bottom of what is plaguing her School and work are diversions in between times to recover She is open-heartedly candid and singular in a lot of ways Living her life under the sun looking for any sort of rays
Mom and Dad divorce; the kids are damaged for life; but some are relieved.
Love is the morning dew... lurking, looming effervescent enigmatic ...burned ...gone
I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem. To Sarah On the wave of emigration I want you to know That I see you, a fellow female An equal on every level Not just my daughter My little pink princess I see you as a woman A power within this world With oceans to offer A lifetime still to learn Go to your new life A teacher in Madrid Be free and fearless Spread your wings and fly Take the opportunities Shape them to your dreams You have all the tools You can use them now. Your analytic mind Will help you make good decision Fair and just rewards will ensue. Your radiating heart Will gift you new friendships Maybe even a new love All in good time You will never be alone Because you have a deep sense of self This will be fortified With this new tide Your feet firmly planted Will always serve you well Balancing the ups and downs of Libra Always true to yourself Life will be true to you too. We live in a new age today This global world is small As we email and skype Fly back and forth to visit We will continue to love As mother and daughter Our journeys through life Shared Forever together My love I will hold you safe In my heart.
My dad passed away when I was nine That it didn't make me feel fine I have pictures of him Which always makes me grin I have some memories But not so many I miss him everyday and night Which I think of him with delight He was way to young For him to be gone It's been so long ago since he left us so dear I love him always and true Theres no other dad like him so true
You came unexpectedly, and i was surprised, you smiled and placed your hand on the glass and cried. I leaned my head against the glass and told you i am sorry, i whisper through the phone line, ill start a new story. You knew i was innocent but you still didn't believe me, the only person i thought that would stay by my side but you couldn't be. Mom standing by your side and not wanting to talk, i got really upset that you came at all cause i didn't want to see you walk. I needed you, when i was in need, i was there for you when ever you didn't want to bleed. I loved you and i cherished you with all my heart, but before you left your words hit me like a really sharp dart. You said i failed you, you cried to me and i knew it was true. But i needed you to understand me, but you went your way and upset me. The glass is now empty and i cant find you even with the fact that I'm out, i tell you i love you but all you do is shout. I've lost you for good this time, so i think i have to do one more crime.
remember to those whom think Fur from the skin of a animal is a sin to a degree this is true in a previous poem .I also have written "tigers living free " So I let you know I to am guilty .. go back in time , I ask you. Think about women before the day The day women wore Fur and it was ok . my mother died early to early for me , I was only the young age of 20. Through the years I remembered her scent she left me with memories, in my heart was kept I wish not to offend so I will try and tread light When my Mother died The next day , her personals were taken with many it was almost a fight . I was left with a plate until one day received a call From the man she was to marry before she passed that Fall He told me how sad it was for him to see his beautiful Brides room was torn up side down looking for items of value to be found He said there was one thing the Vultures forgot Her mink coat she loved so much and she wanted me to have He flew from Julian to Monterey , all in one day last year I came into my room to pull the coat out Mom's coat would comfort and warm my children at night someone entered my room to destroy this coat we loved , out of judgment, it was cut . probably a small fortune it will cost , all because of some ones hate , I lost. I ask we be kind in thinking next time a fur coat maybe it is the only thing left one has to remember maybe it is there to warm the broken soul that longs for Motherly Love ~
to dad Take these special words i am about to say to you lock them in a safe place where this disease cannot get to I love you very much proud of you for being strong thank you for coming back into my life i know you're sorry it took so long Please remember these special times do not forget the smile upon my face Remember the hugs I give you do not forget my loving embrace I love you, my dad my first hero and my friend Take these words I've said to you Hold them tight, to the end. M.K. Flame
We can't get back the years we have lost The Demon inside stole you at all cost The father you loved and trusted in Took your innocence a mortal sin Your broken spirit yearns more of the same Now he tells me... that I am to blame I should have not left you and trusted him Denial has ways of making life grim Now what can I do since he took my child In ways someone could never take mild I have no witness but you my sweet girl Protecing your secret till God's grace unfurls In bed thinking what could I have done Of all Ugly... this the ugliest one~
He didnt know the wounds would go Deep enough to bruise her soul She lay there froze when he arose She replaced her battered clothes Rather the blows from clydesdales toes Or the fate of conquered foes This painful load forever to hold A friend not stranger from her stole He didnt think her dad would drink Then find his gun beneath the sink He hasnt blinked he's at the brink Wants to feed animal instincts Moms half insane feels daughters pain Her tears form puddles like the rain Her child explains how she's ashamed Now mommy wants to share the blame He didnt weep in courtroom seat Jury discussion deliberately brief Not very steep the sentence was weak They only handed him three hundred weeks He never did speak almost like asleep He'll spend many cold nights wrapped in a thin sheet Tried to be discreet almost lost heartbeat When those bars of steel slid right past his feet.
Mom. Hey Mom. Did I tell you I love you? Well, I do. Daddy loved you too. I miss him too Mom. But this man, Is not Daddy And can never replace him. I know your're lonely, But Mama he hurts you. How can you love someone that hurts you? You cover your bruises with long sleeves and makeup. You smile in public even though you cry at home. He comes home from the bar, And all he does is yell at you. All he does is yell And then he hits you, For no reason. Mama why do you stay? Mama your lip, It's bleeding again. Come on Mama, Let's go home. Our real home, Where we lived with Daddy. Him? He'll never find us there, Daddy will protect us. Come on Mama, WE're gonna go home.
You Abandon me, Expunged me. You left me without someone like you. Yea i should say "I Love You," But i'm not sure i do. Yea i should Forgive you, But i'm not sure i will. I don't deserve you, & you don't deserve me. I know you don't care. Cuz if you did then you'd call. Im Not going to search for you, & you better Not search for me. Yea i should say "I Love You," But i'm not sure i do. Yea i should call you "Father" But i'm not sure i will. You Abandon me Father, left me without a Dad. I read your letters over and over. Reading your lies of how "You'll move closer to me so we could hang," How you said you "Loved Me". Then why did you disappear? Then why did you pop into my life when i was 10? Why couldn't you pop into someone else's life?! Yea i should say "I Love You," But i don't. You Abandon me Father... So im going to do the same... Good Bye. - Brittany ( thank you for reading and commenting.. it really means alot :) please comment and rate :) thank you again)
I was sitting at the piano stand, cracking my hands, getting ready to play, when a man walked in, no one knew who, he was, because no one had seen him in a while. He sat in a chair, his hair so blonde and long as could be, my hand touched the piano key, I realized it was my dad not that it was bad, just why was he here, i can't bare to see his face. I stopped playing, I started saying, How mad i am for his fame, He walked out of the school in shame. I wondered why he was famous and what for, He left me and my brothers to be poor, For some other. I can never forgive him, but i'll let him live on in his fame, for i have nothing to shame. For i knew he would not claim, me as a daughter or friend. I moved my hands from the keys on the piano, for i have moved on to another Piano Stand.
A Princess In Black A box of dark willow Upon a cushion of white Think blonde curls, each carefully laid Skin whiter than snow Bold eyelashes rested on smooth cheeks Eyelids dusted with shimmering gold Pale cheeks brushed with soft pink Pink lips, still, to speak never again Hollow collarbone concealed by flowing black cloth Black sleeves ended just below lifeless fingers Thin waist wrapped with sinched elastic Loose black skirt left ankles and feet bare. The coffin lid closes One last tear emerges Her sweet voice, still ringing Her soft whispers, still noticed A princess in black, never forgotten
They said her time had come No place to run No place to hide No time for fun Just an empty vessel inside Going through the motions Numb. Overwhelming emotions They said her time had come They said her time had come Evil coats She wants to run She desires to have fun Not understanding why she can not play It is now the month of May Another denial letter Another denial to get better They said her time had come They said her time had come Why such looks of sorrow? She doesn't understand For there is always tomorrow Evil coats She takes a breath Smelling all of the flowers No place to hide Now literally an empty vessel inside They said her time had come Her time had come Her bald head Just four years old She looks to comfort from her mom and dad Why do they look so sad? Evil coats drag them away She never got that chance to go out and play Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. The room floods with long white coats Now to heaven this little girl floats Her time had come They said her time had come She was just a name No money, undeserving of fame Easy for her to be denied If only the suits had looked her in the eyes Who is to blame? Sent to the free clinic Now dead at four No insurance Ooops! What a shame… She could have been saved Now two parents at her grave Once a happy family, now destroyed Because THEY said her time had come
I want you to know my dear daughter I thought of you every day The thought you say your daughter hates me The question asked is how can a baby hate The answer is, a baby learns what it is taught I never raised you to hate in any way To disrespect or live such a troubled way You've hurt me like no other has In such a way it no longer bothers me Although I think of you more then you'll know I no longer care if I see you again You were my dearest, my one and only And the day I gave birth to you Gave me bragging rights in all that you do I showed I was proud, you didn't understand Much time has gone by I hardly think of you any more The day will come, you will need me again That day will be, when it's much too late I won't be the one who will be so hurt You will find that you waited much to late My time will have ended on this dear earth I will be gone, spending my time in Heaven I will watch over my dear granddaughter I will guide, guard and protect her From the evil that you teach her That my dear daughter is a promise I will take care of her, from above I will teach her how to love, honor and respect Things I did teach you, you weren't paying attention I want you to know my dearest daughter I loved you before you were born And I loved you 'till my dying day I now love you from above But now you're on your own without my love Just remember this my dear daughter You took the love I had to give my granddaughter From her life, she'll never know You cheated her, from a part of life She will find out, and pay you back When that happens, remember this It's the same, you did to me
Inspiration is just so hard to come by But I though i 'd found something That would last But I guess to much Times past and I never really Knew my dad But t ain't something Cry over Cause in just a few years ............. ( it 'll all be over ) I'm tired of your lies I guess to best we severed all ties But this ain't bout you It's bout me Even though you Ruined everything The damages are to big to repair So I guess its better to Act like you don't care But 2 can play those games It's not like I ever needed you here
This childhood sadness left me so forlorn. A grief so real it mattered not my age. Five years before this moment I was born. And now my book of life had turned a page. Never more to rock me in her arms. I look around but I can't find her there. She'd calm me always with those mama charms. Then gently she would brush my long brown hair. Daddy came into our room and told us that Mama went to live with God above. And he was too distraught to even hold us. Unsure was I of feeling any love. I hugged my baby brother who was three. And tried to make sense of my world again. Though I was just a child I still could see. The laughter I once knew had turned to pain. I wish I could forget that terrible day. After all these years it's still so real. When childish things were swiftly packed away. And I would learn how much it hurts to feel.
A family had a wedding... The brother wasn't invited. The fact they didn't want him,.. Was already decided! When asked why his name had been "omitted." It was because of past wrongs he had committed. The words spoken, one could hardly believe it! Any kind of forgiveness? They didn't receive it! How many times are loved ones not invited to "family occasions." Often times, families listen to "outside persuasions." Someone does something, that may not be liked. Then they're often told to "go take a hike! No wonder why many families battle one another! They have failed to truly love each other! As we continue to see families drift apart. This often leads to a wounded and broken heart! Christ gave us his best! When we were at our lowest! A life of mercy and forgiveness… He wants to show us! If we can't treat one another as Christ commands… Then HIS way of family living…. We'll never understand! By Jim Pemberton
As I look at the whites of your eyes I feel horror, fear rumbling inside me. I grind my teeth together when I see you walking. I fear you, I fear when you talk, shout, when you raise your hand. I'v always feared you, but no more. The fear I had of you I turned it into courage. Now I no longer fear you. I laugh when you raise your hand, when you shout. Cuz the only thing I see you as... Is a dead man walking. And now your in the ground where you belong. ( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)
Rises my day, even before the sun, To smoothen others life, as butter in churn. To keep the flow perfect, I always haste, Surrounded by my duties, I have no time to waste, Making everyone ready, for the day turn by turn, I wish someone could understand, from inside I also burn… Sacrificing my happiness for the will of my parents, Getting married and accepting the feel of the torrent. I have to pay the price for my pains and lowery, As we brides still die in the fire of dowry. Making everyone happy, for the life turn by turn, I wish someone could understand, from inside I also burn… I have brothers, who protect me from the evils, But how much shall they fight, the street is filled with devils. Looks at me and stares brutally every eye, We are humans, believing this has become a lie. You have a sister of your own, who is equally divine, Why do you adulterate me, like snakes on vine? Losing my divinity; for the life turn by turn, I wish someone could understand, from inside I also burn… Mother, sister, wife, daughter, am I, But before every part, as human I die. Others happiness has become my prime duty, But, I still await someone, who will pull off the curtain, of my inner beauty, I don't desire the whole world at my feet, But definitely, I deserve the behavior which is elegant and neat, I will keep smiling at my hardships turn by turn, I wish someone could understand, from inside I also burn… -'Panchi' Panchal Hitesh D
People may say that i am a spoiled little brat. Only becuase they see what they wan't to see. We all have been through things in our life time that we just want to forget, but we just can't seem to forget. My mom has put me through many things "but lets not say" in the past. And i have learned from some of those things. It made me a stronger person inside and outside. I don't know my father at all. I wasn't even born when my mom was around him. But i have a loving family. I would never change my past even if i had the chance. Becuase if i did then i wouldn't be where i am now. People who are out there that are judging people based on how they act or look, are stupid. Wise up and grow up... Those people you judge have a GOOD reason for the way they look or act. And maybe they need some one there to talk to. To get things off their back. Just like the saying. "Don't judge a book by it's cover" *just something that i had to say* :)comment if you have a thought (or fav poem if you like it)*
you are my father my knight in shining armour my protecter, my guard my helper when its to hard but now your not here i feel so alone i cant see or hear you my heart turns to stone i finally see you holding and caring for another girl my heart is breaking i want you back in my world
Achilles' heel You're another day older The world's much colder She… It's not your fault They were taken Don't blame yourself for God's mistake Is… Her beauty reflects your own Her life reflects your future Chasing rabbits will get you there faster Loss of faith will bring you there faster Watching… The ball drops It's clever to see What happens to us And here we are Waiting… Yes, Take the evil out of this You're stronger She's stronger and always, Loving…
MUM ... WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND REGRET FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO SO ****ING MUCH , THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER, I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE. THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU, NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE. IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING, I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST, ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE, ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST. GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER, HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW, THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM, TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE. ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM, ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE, HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND, AND LEAD THE WAY, FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE..... I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER..... DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW, DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE, HOW I WILL SURELY GROW. DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST, THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED, THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK, APART FROM ALL THE REST. DON'T COME AT ME WITH ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME, DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS, THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE. DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE, DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER, DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY. MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS, MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE, BUT I NEED YOU, I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY. ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS, I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE, JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY, AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE Mom you mean the world to me It's hard to live without you ,You were always by my side Through thick and thin you helped me
Sometimes I sit and ponder what it may be like to have parents, not always looking for a petty fight the love you feel, always being there for you day o' night I wake up fighting a constant battle, I feel like I am in a circus having to jump through hoops my parents hold to earn their admiration and approval Earning their gold star for the day I was a rebel since day one not trying to conform dancing to the beat of a different drummer Wishing to be accepted for who I want to be and how I seek to spend my hours nothing I ever do, seems to be good enough They talk about "emotional deposits" i.e. spending time with them but they spend too much time picking and proving reacting wrong, saying ignorant assumptions they push me away, each day 'further and further I go as soon as I make enough money I'm gone They act as if my artistic mind couldn't make money like my dreams are distant relatives of which I will never meet but I strive to prove them wrong Its bad enough being one person versus the world but when the army you fight is led by your family, your blood it's twice as hard to get up in the morning, when the suns rays dance on my closed eyelids I try my best to be the kind of person I want to be despite their efforts to kill off my individualistic soul I have given up trying to belong to which I was born unto I'm simply playing the game Hoping to win, one day the chance to be myself as I feel emulates me, and regardless have a proud Mommy and Daddy I do pray, I shall be free to be Heather Rose Marie
You used to say that what you did was to protect me. You use to act like you were the best damn person in the world. I used to want to be just like you. But now all i want to do is run away. I dont want to be like you. Instead of protecting me, You destory me, you broke me, and then you stomped me all over the ground. You make me wanna be a monster from all the pain you caused in my life. You lied from the start. You hurt me so bad that i cant even watch those simple father daughter movies young girls love. You have drained the emotion from me to a level that i will no longer allow myself to feel, but you know what dad its time to say good bye from you. All you are is a PAIN that tore me in pieces because of all the lies, the pain, the scars. just go. thats what i want.
Woman Is Insulted, By Challenging His Manhood; Getting His Buddies To Rape, Was His Way Of Reinforcing. He, Not a Man, Force Himself On a Feminist. Give a Valid Reason While Rape. Feminist Tempt Masculine By Their Proactive Dressing. Insubordination To Human Nature. Could It Be That Masculine Is Weak? By The Sight Of Bear Breast? Victims Feel Ashamed And Unclean. FEMA Seventeen Events Took Place. Recurring In Nightmare First Man Exploded Inside Her. It Was Her First Encounter. Screaming She Was, Thought Masculine Was Urinating On Her. Bath I Must Have Said For Years. Dirty She Felt And Wasn't Enough Water To Cleanse Her Body. Rapist Defilement And Innocence Body. Fellow, Who Should Be Ashamed? And Feel Unclean And Unfit For Civilized Society?
"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows. Her life had been a simple happy one. There were no pains and no troubles. Life was life and people were people. Life was simple. and life was all about tomorrows. Life didn't know about sorrows. Her sorrows. Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. They were never there, but where? First to be sad in the naive town of joy. Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there. It was non-exististent. A meager thought and a blessed memory. She tried and tried. She failed and failed. Life was no longer hers. For Pain was her only possession. Her curse. She lived and she died. Yet, her legacy was passed on. Never was it gone. "No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, "Save them."
Mama can you hear me call your name? Doesn't matter,I love you just the same. Ninety years you've lived here on this earth. And you have struggled ever since your birth. A mother who was cold,a distant father. An alcoholic husband who couldn't bother. Now you live your days out in confusion. Life to you is just a dark illusion. When I call you mama,you just stare. Sadly,I wonder is somebody there? Yet I'll keep on showering you with love. Some day we'll be together up above.
MY GIRL Lazy summer days Pigtails, French braids Long silky hair blowing In the wind Days forever gone Tears well up in my eyes And I long once again To hold her close To see her smile To hear her laughter Tinkle like rain Lord, shower down from heaven Encouraging words of Together we will be In that glorious place A world without pain Hearts completely healed Memories of yesterday Live on today Hope of a tomorrow Full of promise mja
an exotic dance performed for the gentlemen – mother cries
Elvis. Oh Elvis you were handsome, big and grand At times folk found you hard to understand. And life for you so quickly it did move My friend it seems you had so much to prove. You gave the world the power of your song And your bonding with your mother was so strong. Religion it was strong within your Psyche To sing those spirituals you really liked. Your mind at times was battered and so bruised And times you seemed all mixed up and confused. An enigma, you so different in your ways You really brought some colour to our days. You sang your songs, you made it to the top In spite of this your troubles did not stop As that greedy man he pushed you all the way And kept you down and always had last say Yes you were such an asset to this man As you sang and made him rich it worked to plan. When fame and fortune took you by the hand It seemed you had the world at your command. And then you lost the women in your life Your mother and your daughter and your wife Oh Lord it left you cold and oh so sad And though you had so much your life turned bad. And so you killed yourself with your bad ways Cause joy was never there to fill your days. I hope you've found some peace now where you are Even though you be no more a star. Elvis how your name just lingers on As still the world gets lost within your songs
I am a daughter A sister A granddaughter A niece A cousin A friend A student A young girl And a grown women I am a giver and a taker A dreamer confined I talk to much and listen to well I do so little and try so hard I am confident and scared Arrogant and afraid Mighty and small Loud and quiet Proud and destroyed Charming and dreadful I am sick and well Truthful and doubted Safe and harmful Ugly and beautiful Right and wrong Seen and hated I am cared for and abused Found and neglected Loved and alone Free and caged I am Alive and Dead
When your with people you think you can trust and you get a bit to drunk and you thought you could trust him after all your mom loved him and you go to bed just afer 2 and mom went to bed just after 1 and he came in room just after 4 so you ask him for a pill... He gets you the pill and you take it for your head still drunk still drunk and then you lay back down still drunk and then his hand snakes out still drunk and then his lips meet yours still drunk smell the beer still drunk and his hand slides under your gown still drunk and you just cant say no too drunk too drunk and his touches, soft but rough not drunk not drunk and he plays with your untuoched parts not drunk not drunk and you try to turn but you cant not drunk not drunk and you finnaly win and turn not drunk not drunk and he silently walks away not drunk not drunk and whispers to the dark room are you drunk are you drunk are you drunk and you wish you could say that you were so drunk so drunk so you can turn, fall asleep, and forget not drunk not drunk and you know in deep and dark thoughts... your not drunk your not drunk your not drunk
I stuff my pockets with misery and contempt, overloading their contents, pleasure exempt. I fill the dark spaces with sadness and dread, overexerting the capacity, till all hope is dead. I shove bits of hatred, and pieces of despair, into tightly bound pockets, I callously wear. I force fists of fury, into perfect folds of misery, massive bulging indignation, that only I can see. I line its gruesome insides, with terror and pain, thrusting handfuls of vanity with bouts of shame. I lunge towards its innards, like a thrusting rocket; these dark grisly holes, inside miserable pockets.
Im trying to be perfect. Im trying to make you happy. But no matter what i do. Im just not perfect enough for you. We argue EVERYDAY, i cry EVERYDAY, we cant go ONE day without an argument, I wish we could. You used to be my hero, Did you know that? Now your just a zero. I cant talk to you. Dont you understand? everytime i try, to talk to you, we get in an arguemnt, i cant take it another day, i thought it was reationships pulling me apart. But i was wrong, Its you, Your making me loose hope, Your makine me not feel, perfect. Now, you dont even trust me, That made me loose even more respect for you, How could you say that? I can be trusted! Your my mother! You should ALWAYS trust me! But i guess im wrong, im sorry ill never be perfect for you
You are not the man, you want to be You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different Enduring, daily beatings Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak Mean and aggressive! Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose Out of control, abusive, devious Relentless, over – bearing! Breaking me, piece by piece Confusing a child, with unhealthy love Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed Using me as your human, punching bag This innocent child's blood, staining your callas hands My child's curiosity, asking you one day "Why do you hurt me and Mum?" Your retort: "I am not your blood!" I didn't understand, back then Now, as an adult, I clearly understand! Believe me, when I say There was never a day that went past That you didn't remind me of that! My freedom, restrained My sanity, tested Caged, like a wild bird in captivity Behind bars, looking out Here, I am today, free from your grip Nursing, this inner child's, bleeding love
Days go past us, as do winds of season, But never the days and years That get stuck in some ear and age, That engulf us like mirages in a desert. One such mirage in my life is of my Dad, Always before me, waiting for me; Yet I never reach in time to be near; So near to me, yet so far away. Never did he forsake me, in life, Never for moment, never for a day; Always beside me in my hours of need — A dear friend, a true companion, a great dad. He suggested the best books to me, But never pushed them into my hands; A mere suggestion about the inputs — The next thing I know, I have my hands full. He sang tunes soothing, melodious, But never forced me to listen to any songs; A mere suggestion about the notes — My passion for music was born! His acquaintances, colleagues, all friends; Value of friends in life is priceless; A friend is a cool morning breeze, Surround life with friends, my list's endless. Never fear life's rollercoaster ride; No problem is without a solution: Life is too short to fret and fear; And so, I tried, yet fear engulfed me. He came back into my life in many forms, Beating death; guided me with many a face: As friends, notes of music, verses from books — He never left me and my life, my Dad.
''Are you my daddy'' the little child cried. ''No I'm your uncle'' the grown up replied, ''Are you going to stay, or go away like my uncles always do?'' '' I love your mummy I'll stay I promise you I'll do''. '' Everyone loves my mummy,'' the child says with a sigh. ''Will you take me to MacDonald's and buy me a toy and take me for a ride?'' ''Yes I promise, but I maybe away for a while''. ''Are you my Daddy'' the little child cried, ''No I'm your uncle'', the grown up replied, ''Are you going away like all my uncles do?''............................................. Peter Dome. copyright.2012.
Death is a time where people will never breathe We can't talk or walk and even squawk about our lives that we lead What do you suppose is behind deaths door? I'm just wondering, because eventually is going to come to us all Should we be scare? Or fight for it, not to happen? Or just let it be? Has anyone thought about Death, like me? Death has come for two people I had a chance to know on, 02/02/12; however, this was a week ago. Do you think they knew? Some people may not know, when it's time for them to go, therefore; we should ask JESUS CHIRST to come into our lives and be prepared for that day So, when death wants to knock on our door We can open it up and say I'm ready, let's go, and see that place called Heaven's Tour
Where were you When i started to grow Where were you When my puberty started to show Where were you When my mind was confused Where were you When i was being misused Where were you To teach me what i should know Where were you When i needed strength to grow Mother Where were you
you know its wrong but you do it to overpower the pain not strong enough to stay away from it you would die without it in its presence your heart knows no shame even if you try to win the fight your heart will overrule your mind Theres nothing you can do its chained to you you cant get free look what this drug did to you
Mommy, I know I left you here. Ring ring went the phone, Little did we know never again would I answer Ring ring went the phone. I was eating breakfast when Open slammed the door, That morning how strongly I would have denied I would end up on the floor. I tried to scream, Mom, I really did. But he had me. . . He used my garden tools to beat me. He had me. Those tools used to bring me so much joy, But his purpose was to aid him. I had loved greeting visitors with garden so green It's not the tools' fault though, I don't blame them. I shielded my face with my hand, But soon that was broken. . . The simple trowel was my doom, All too soon, my face shattered and broken. . . There was blood everywhere; Mom I was so scared. To stop fighting though, I never dare. The sleek black laptop I had Been given for Christmas Which held all of my Favorite pictures of us, With it and my purse, He ran away, Not knowing I wouldn't Be here today. The white-washed walls Of the hospital room Only all too well reminded Me of Amontillado's tomb. I left you in the hospital Though. All alone. . . They caught him, have comfort, Even if you're alone. I'm sorry Mommy, I didn't want to go. . . But who ever gets a choice? I had to go. How little did we know, that One day, ring ring, Never again would I answer That phone, ring ring.
No one really knows The True Mr. Right or the true Mr. Wrong They all come singing, the same sad song Her dad once told her Mr. Right Will choose the right path to God Mr. Wrong would lie, cheat Make your head go round and round Mr. Right would have dignity and pride Mr. Wrong, false promises then hide Ever hear Trini Mr. right or a Trini Mr. Wrong? Full ah ma-ma-guy, fake smile...man be gone Remember, be careful choosing Mr. Right Be fearful of Mr. Wrong And analyze all, their sad songs... ©Copyright November 1, 2011 by Brian Pierre-Alexander © All Rights Reserved
Hey dad, please talk to me. There's something I need to say. I've realized something. Just hear me out and you'll know I'm right. I'll never be good enough for you. I'll never meet your expectations. And we're growing apart so fast that I can barely tell what you want anymore. All the things that you've said hurt worse than you'll ever know. And now we can't go back. I'm sorry I can't be perfect. But I'm always at my worst when I'm with you. My mood so dark that I can't see. You'll never understand how hard it is and how bad it hurts to be me near you.
Wherever I go through out my whole life, I end up struggling with lots of strife. Thinking that my life is a total waste, Wanting it to be over in a haste. I can feel the pain inside my own heart, Like someone through at my a deadly dart. The wound is easing deeper and deeper, Will the pain ever stop getting bigger? Feeling emo is never a good thing, Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting. Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart, Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart. Drowning in all the lies and self pity, I live each day but always feel sh*tty. I have lots of thoughts about suicide, But then I think about those who have died. Those who have died not just from suicide, But also those who are really nice guys. ... ... ... ...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........
The soldier, the war, and I Today I am home and thinking to my self.. What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family? What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family? And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war.. Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country? Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely? Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go? Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured? Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family? Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back? Today I am home and thinking to myself.. Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill Today I am home and thinking to myself.. How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both! And at the end I stop. I think no more.. I am grateful for the things I have, I am grateful for the people who surround me... And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering Of all of those who have been touched by it.
My daughter had to leave Ireland for work. She is teaching English in Madrid, Spain and is very happy there. She was home during the summer and when she was leaving, I was so sad to see her go but happy that she is happy. We are all living in difficult times with this global recession. Sad that our children have to leave their own country, the history of Ireland especially. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As you prepare to leave today, I already miss you. How fitting that the heavens have opened for another tearful "goodbye". I hear you in the kitchen. The sound of you comforts me. Cooking is your ritual, writing is mine. I will immerse myself in words and you will be part of them, for you are a part of me. What a blessing to see the essence of me carry through in you. MMC 2011
I am woman … WOMAN Of Congo, Chewed, Spat out, And bestowed with straw basket To fetch water. You set upon us Wild dogs, Stretching our legs wide, Ripping out our genitals and dignity To nurse your children's Craving. 'fore you design gods; Ones who create dolts, Small-minded folks, And feast on minerals – Congo was a lady And I … I am WOMAN, Strong black woman. I bought some views On black market; They are rare commodities, Sat down with glass of nsamba on the rocks And seriously contemplate … It is hard to buy Black market stuff; We are set up To think East is inferior to west, Barring them Europeans Who broke their necks To dwell in Canaan. One thing is for sure, They alleged a better name And substitute The ones we were given; Those with implications. Oh, what things we see When we start looking From our own eyes. I am WOMAN … Woman alone And taken against my desire, Ravished by the corporations; The gods who create your children I am WOMAN, Woman from Congo.
I've been bedridden all day with an expensive migraine; Drugged breath.Heartbeat strangled. Pulse struggles. Eyes or holes or puss soaked reminders? Drugged breath. Heartbeat strangled. Pulse struggles. Lungs frosted. Nuts up stomach. Lunch stuck, taste forgotten. My pen is long gone from being the root of any personal discovery. Drugged breath. Heartbeat strangled. Pulse struggles. Facial features melt down mirror; egg yolk slicks out from throat. Claim from me oceans of oxygen-I glimpse moments lost-replaced with her image, forgotten. Cigerettes aren't suicide. I'll awake with drugged breath, frosted lungs coughing up blood colored regrets. I've been bed ridden all day with this expensive migraine-awake and praying to the distance from life my behavior creates....
your easy bake oven why didn't i bake with you? can't go back and do the things we didn't do regret you wanted to play that day and selfish me what did i say mommy's tired we'll do it another day regret i took you to the park i took you to the zoo but so many other things we didn't do regret mommy will you play wis me oh you were so cute even when you shared your spitty little flute the time went by much too fast seems the good times never last regret make a tebby bear when i began to draw it seemed that a circle is all you ever saw make a ceeco you would say wish i could go back for one more day regret but in my book of memories i really must admit of all the funny things you said this one is your greatest hit... look mommy, i can do magikit! wish i could have just one more day to play the games we didn't play to say the things i didn't say regret
Footsteps in the hall Hiding in my darkened room Smell his liquored breath Please don't daddy, I'll be good Please don't hurt me any more
the younger sister means always the last to get they say its middle child syndrome but I'm the youngest yet the baby of the family treated like a fool smothered yet ignored following the rules my older sibling ignore me for the majority of the time but when they turn there attention i sure do pay for that crime simple things like walking past and smacking the back of my head with the parting shot following the lines "i do wish you were dead" My parents are no better for all they see is the money sign a nuisance that occurred when there life intertwined beaten down and left alone is this what the fates had planned? answer me! Damn it! Answer me I demand! So I guess what I'm feeling is little sister blues forced to pay for others crimes until I'm old news I just have to wait for the final song when I can spread my wings and finally be gone
The light I see In your eyes only when I speak of her. Our little one. She would have had your eyes, your nose. she would have had my hair and my my mouth. Our little girl would have been perfect. But that horrible day in July, I cried and I hated myself. That horrific day in July when I lost her. My world broke down. Now when I speak of her. Your eyes water up, as do mine. But one day we'll see her. I promise. Our little girl, is waiting for us. I promise. And one day, she'll finally say daddy. Our little girl.
I can still hear the sounds of her tiny little feet, going Pitter,Pitter, Pat; As my skips a beat... The smile upon her face, with that puppy she embraced; A struggling little angel, as she walks along in place... Pitter, Pitter, Pat; Come her tiny little feet, as she runs into the bedroom, just to check on me... with her little hand in mine, and a big smile on her face; "This won't very hurt" she say's, While she's tapping on my knee... The Beauty in her heart, an innocence so redeemed; Replaces all the darkness and ugly I have seen... Pitter, Pitter, pat: A distant sound you see; Although she's gotten older, Just the way she look's at me; As if I, were worth her Beauty, smiles, and all her precious dreams... Pitter, Pitter, pat: My heart still skips a beat; I've found an innocence so long ago lost; In this little child smiling up at me... Pitter, Pitter, Pat, as she jumps into my lap; She'll soon be grown and on her own, Just a memory this will be; As I happily reminisce of the sound so sweet to me, the Pitter, Pitter, Pat; Of her tiny little feet...
Angel of mines You were my heart my world my baby girl It's still so hard for me to believe that you are gone All I ever wanted for you was the best To be able to see you walk, run and play I wanted to see the woman that you would become someday Although God had other plans he called you home Now I sit here missing you and feeling so all alone What I wouldn't give to see your beautiful smile Or feel your innocent touch You were our world Eygpt and we miss you so very much I know that it isn't going to be easy living without you here And all I can do is cry and my thoughts seem so unclear At times I sit and wonder why God had to take you from us All to soon I had so many plans for you so many things we were going to do I try to have peace in knowing that you are in a better place and one day again I will see your smiling face So to you I say my child it's okay you can take God's hand he is going to walk with you to the promise land And when it's time for the Lord to call me home just know my child that you will not be alone Sleep with the angels baby now you can rest I have no more worries because you're in the hands of the best! R.i.p Baby girl Eygpt Shanea Johnson Written with love just for you by your big cousin Eleanor Bolden <3
Tame thy shattered heart, with thou tragic tears; of lost love tyrannies, of many truth less years. I give you back my heart, fort it's near a bust; a ruptured, leaking vessel, pumps hatred and lust. As the stars shine brightly, they softly speak your name; the tongue slips gently, and casts it's shameless blame. Near a deadly defeat, of a broken spiritual bliss – Casts one vibrant, beautiful star, which we'll forever miss. I'll relinquish this guilt of who must now be found; this diminishing self-serving star, whose now never around. As the night turns into darkness, I'll search for that star – just to capture a glimpse, of this brilliant stellar very far. And when I'm sad and lonely and are in need of my friend; I'll always remember that fading star and this broken heart I tend. I'll close my teary, weary eyes, and cast a wish far above – Shine, shine little star – so brightly filled with love.
I am coming home late once again. It's freezing outside, and I want to see my dad whome I love. I'm happy with my friends until I walk through the door with them, the worst mistake I could ever make. Dad was okay but then his treacherous girlfriend who calls herself a "woman of God" says "You're just going to let her get away with coming home late with her friends?!" Dad shrugs his shoulders. "You're not raising her right. I'm leaving." Then Dad gets furious, but only with me. He storms through the kitchen at me, angry, arms flailing. I didn't know that his next words would change my life forever. "You made me lose my house and my girlfriend. I want nothing to do with you, you're not my daughter anymore. I don't love you. I want you out tonight." I lose all control- bursting into tears, running to the bathroom. As I collapse on my knees I cannot control the tears, I cannot breathe. My breath comes in between long sobs. My chest hurts. It hurts so badly, the love I've lost. My aunt's arms are wrapped around me, but it doesn't help. -Caroline Youngless
Away from the sun, Ice cold has settled in; No warmth, no ray's; Gone, is the brightness; That once filled the moments, of all your days... A cold wind, blows strong; Allowing no entrance, Dusk till Dawn... A soft sleep, Though rare; Releases your mind, from the frigid chilled air, allowing you too dream; Though skepticle, you dare... Quickly you embrace, As you dream of the warmth, That once filled you with happiness; As you dream of the smile, that glowed from her face...
She lives with friends. She meets her loves. She starts her work. She sits as a dove. She runs her life. She's got all that. But then she's found Dead on the track.
A knife digs into my leg. I look down and see my leg turning the same colour as the other's skin. Rotting, putrid flesh, spreading its disease up my thigh. Pain arcs across my chest, spilling into my neck. My hands, they're becoming tentacles as well. I can feel my bones shattering, slicing through my skin. A flash of pain, and I'm on my knees. My head is splitting from the pain. I can't even think. What's my name? Where am I? I hear a hoarse voice in the back of my mind. Give in. Let go. Now. Unfortunately I don't have a choice. My mind, it feels crowded. Something is in my mind. "GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!" I scream, deafening myself. A blood red is creeping across my vision, clouding my view. More piercing pain, I can feel my back snapping. I topple over to my side. My body is convulsing uncontrollably. Finally, the pain gets the best of me. I can't take it any longer. The pressure in my head, consuming my being. I attempt one last bravado. I cling to one memory. The memory of the girl. My daughter. But soon even she is corrupted. The voice, calling to me. Tempting me. Strangling my mind. Then, just before I black out, I hear her voice. Come play with the me. Join us. The sickly sweet, echoing charm of her morphs into a deep, throaty rumble. Join me in the grave. I am the Gravemind.
You can crush the image Bring up the past You can crush the future But it won't last You can crush the happy that I feel Twist and tangle all my dreams You can crush the life no longer real Take my laughter; or so it seems You can crush the smile from my face You can crush my wish to stars above You can crush the Hope - plans erased But you can never crush my Love
Do you realize that you lost? Do you realize that I won? Or did you think it was a tie In your sick twisted mind? Stuck in your lies Concrete at your feet You never took a step You never made a sound When the gun was fired And I ran for my life Do you realize that you lost? Battered and tossed By your own malfunction Wires you crossed Leaning on a crutch From wounds self inflicted Do you realize that I won? Running like fire Brighter than the sun Autumn behind my head Summer in my eyes So near the finish line The reward is mine Or did you think it was a tie? Tangled web behind your eyes Wrapped in delusions Coming to false conclusions In your sick twisted mind Do you realize that you lost? Do you realize that I won? Or did you think it was a tie In your sick twisted mind? Stuck in your lies Concrete at your feet You never took a step You never made a sound When the gun was fired And I ran for my life
Just to sit and look at you, To admire the person you have become. To see how much you have grown-- Makes me happy and sad all at the same time. I am happy because you followed my directions, And you are succeeding in your life. You have set goals and have overcome obstacles. You neve give up and you do the very best you can. It makes me happy when I see that smile on your face, To hear your voice giggle and to know that I can still Hug and squeeze you like the little child you once were. But my heart is sad because You can't walk and dance on my feet no more, You cant sit on my lap and play pat-a-cake like you use to, And I cant carry you in my arms like I use to. You are growing up, and although there is a great big world out there for you to discover, Each new day is a new leaf turned , And an old memory put into the past. There is such a unique bond between a mother and her child, It is too special to fathom or even explain. You want your children to grow up and become someone special, But you dont want it to happen too fast. And before you know it, their whole infant and toddler years Have flashed by in a moments time -- And you are looking and thinking back of when you use to Hold and cuddle them and sing them lullabies to soothe them to sleep. So, my dear daughter, although you got some time still to grow, When you outgrow your shoes and you have left home--- I will still be looking back and will remember The person you were and the wonderful person You've grown to become. Alicia Griego 10/04/06
daddy stop, it hurts too much, your fingers burn, the skin you touch, daddy stop, please go away, you say it's just, the way we play, daddy stop, im six years old, i promise i'll learn, to do what i'm told, daddy stop, don't come tonight, so you and mommy, don't have to fight, daddy stop, mommy cries, you tell me, to tell her lies, daddy stop, i've gone away, and my little sister, doesn't want to play. if you or some one you know can relate please tell some body. let them help you. @};~ read mommy listen. it goes with this.
I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine, he said, for you to love the while she lives and mourn for when she's dead. It may be six or seven years, or twenty two or three, But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me? She'll bring her charms to gladden you, and should her stay be brief, You'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise she will stay, since all from earth return; But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn. I've looked this wide world over, in my search for teachers true; And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you. Now will you give her all your love, nor think the labour vain; Nor hate me when I come to call, and take her back again? I fancied that I heard them say, Dear Lord, Thy will be done; for all the joy the child shall bring, The risk of grief we'll run. We'll shelter her with tenderness, We'll love her while we may; And for the happiness we've known, forever gratefull stay. But should the angels call for her much sooner than we'd planned; We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand. And maybe soon we will.
Wake up from your sleep Its about time we reap The happiness of the moment Going on and on like a current Lets go out in the sun Its time we take a run The rain will soon drizzle Everything will soon frizzle Today its so bright Hold my hand tight Imagine we can fly Up and Up so high As the clock ticks ten Lets go into the den I know as time slides The pain will subside!
We have hot oil in China, Rising slowly from the ground There is a deep dense fog hovering round The air is smokey, so dense it seems green The sun so hot it's making everyone lean Curfews so early all think it's obscene And the hot oil keeps rising, if you know what I mean Hot oil keeps rising, it doesn't go down It's been well over a month since it covered the ground Machinery moves carelessly all through the night I bothers us so much we boarded up the windows tight I bought ear plugs but I gave them to my brother Mike Bells keep bleeping on and off go the lights So another pair of ear plugs I bought School won't let me wear them, saying I'll rot So I decided to grow my hair long Hide my ear plugs under it all day long But when I go home at night And I cover up really tight And I pray because theres nothing else we can do Oh hear me Lord, don't let my mother find the ear plugs in my shoe
Every time you kiss my lips I am drowning, I'm drowning Like a never ending abyss I am drowning, I'm drowning Every time you whisper I miss you I am drowning, I'm drowning In your love, in your love. Life doesn't seem dangerous When I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning Don't take it so serious Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning I don't care what they think of us Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning In your love, in your love ~ Leonard Napierskie
The content of this poem is semi-graphic, so please be aware of that before you read....... Yes, There Really Are Monsters Growing up as a child, I never wanted to sleep alone. Fearful of the isolated darkness and mostly the unknown. "Mommy is there monsters?" a question I would commonly ask. "Only on Halloween my dear, the ones we see in masks" Still not satisfied with her answer, I questioned her more. Asking her the same old thing as I did the night before. Frustrated and exhausted, she took me by my little hand. Looking under my bed, in my closet; even the night-stand. "So see my daughter the monsters are only in your head." "It's time to get some sleep Stacy Lynn, now do as I have said." Respecting mommy's wishes; my little body trembling with fear. Wishing the hour was morning, praying for "him" not to appear. But as darkness faded, an uncomfortable silence fell about. I could hear the monster stirring, preparing to come out. Hoping the noises I heard, were my brothers fooling around. Pulling covers tightly over my head; praying not to be found. Footsteps getting closer, the monster is at the foot of my bed. I hear his heavy breathing; this is not at all what mommy said. Quietly lifting covers back, he lays down in the bed beside me. Touching, groping and mauling; covering my eyes so I can't see. He took away my childhood and my trust and self-esteem. A pleading child without a voice, invisible as it would seem. "So yes my daughter there are monsters, everywhere we look." Stating as I remembered my childhood and everything he took.
"Come fluttering words, come drifting to me..." A Rambling Poet A gentle breeze brings me the soft smell So familiar it calms my tear-filled eyes instantaneously. I venture closer to the source. Two ebony, round vases resting atop a sill. The scent of the roses and carnations flit about me, As they did about her so little ago. Yet we have laid her softly After she was slain Into the moist, soft soil from which her scent derived. Always like a butterfly did flora float about her. So small, and pale, with mahogany hair When we found her lay flared about her delicate head Like the halo our Father gifted her. For it came about in such a gentle flow And jade eyes, calm as the sea In which we found her They sparkled like the sun dancing off the waves. Her eyes were open, and matched the swirling surf. The tears flow silver from my own emerald orbs I peer into mucky puddles lying about And see her face in my own. I bore her from my womb Yet our Lord has called her home To save her from the world's cruelty An Angel to watch this land I stopped to smell the flowers Not rushing bust taking life in time The wind blew by my ear And I heard the whisper of a little Angel "I love you, Mommy" Erika Raiken Contest: What is she thinking... - Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~ 7.27.2011
Casey Anthony-- found not guilty, yet her child is lost forever
The strangers came today they said you were gone. Gone? Impossible. They're wrong. It's a mistake, a sick joke, a horrible dream. You can't be gone. It's too soon. There's so much left unsaid, so much left to do, so much life left to live. We need more time, we need you. So they're wrong… completely, totally, and irrevocably, wrong. It's a mistake, a sick joke, a horrible dream. It has to be... right? Yeah, of course it is. Cuz I'm not ready. Nowhere near ready to let you go, to say goodbye, to accept the truth, to face reality, to admit you're gone. So for now, I choose to believe that they're liars, and lunatics, and bastards. For now, they're wrong. And everything's as it should be. You are you. We are as we've always been… together, a team, a family. Quite simply, we are...us.
There is a glare of stray sunlight daring to reverberate through spiderwebbed glass I haven't found energy to fix in the span of four years. It is too much of a mirror, too tangible a thought, to make new. It's lithe fingers, thin and bony, and mockingly bright, steal over embossed cardstock that arrives, like clockwork, in deepest sympathy. And a thornless bouquet of pastels laden with Babies Breath only draws on blood long lost; nobody seems to comprehend such an allegory, or lack there of, so it can't be carried over the steps. "Bloodless On Mother's Day" Jenna-Nichole Conrad Wordsmith
So many things that go around, Yet in this crowd there is no sound, The world seams dead and void inside, And I can't seem to run and hide. I hear her screaming out for help, She gives a final wounded yelp, She hits the floor and eyes turn black, Now she knows she can't turn back. Those left behind hide up and die, No one ever wants to cry, The tears of blood cause too much pain, Our poisoned hearts are not the same. As your body dissolves to ash, The whole world changes in a flash, No more happiness for us to share, No more mother to love and care.
I wrote this to help someone special to me: I lost my daughter today. Sadness threatens to overwhelm me. Grief consumes my every thought. Pain fills my entire body. The words send a shock to my heart. My legs fail me as I fall to the floor Knowing it was to come, Realizing it is in God's will, Nothing makes it easier to deal with. My heart crumbles under the weight I know all the pieces will never be found. A wound created that will never heal. A constant reminder of what is gone. Desire to become a forever family. Hope of taking away too much pain. Dreams of her eyes filling with child like joy. Plans of everyday growing up and learning All cause to mourn, all things I won't get to again see. I long for the comfort others might have, Joy her in the arms of someone who truely loves her, Peace in knowing she is being properly cared for. The knowledge that we will be together again. I lost my daughter today. There are no kisses to brighten my soul. No grave to visit and seek refuge at. The rest of the world will never notice, For the daughter I lost was never really mine. She is alive somewhere else Not by my choice but by theirs For it is not I that gets to kiss her good night I lost my daughter today at yet it is like the world does not care Really she was more mine than theirs... I lost my daughter today... I lost my daughter today... Don't worry baby girl we will be together .... someday..!
She wonders what you're doing and how you're living life what new things did you learn today and how did you sleep last night did you feel raindrops on your face or sunshine in your eye of all the questions left uknown the biggest one she has is why why can't you be together why can't she watch you grow why can't she guide you through this world this she just does not know but she promises you'll be together no matter how long it seems just know your always in her heart and always in her dreams Poem is dedicated to a dear friend of mine P.G Always remember sweetie true love is never lost, you will meet again someday.
We agreed on this I stamp on your toe, slyly You cannot feel it Eyes on what you want the most This is why you kept me home.
Cut my wrist once, cut my wrist twice Now my blood is flowing, so its time to Say what's on my mind, I know you wont miss me, there's No reason why you should But just hear my final confessions If you would….. I lost a good friend who meant a lot to Me, over a stupid misunderstanding And a possible lie thought was brought To me. Everyone tried to sway me this Way and that, but I still lost my friend This is fact I also lost my hear to which made me Feel like a fool because I also lost my Friend whom I lost my heart too. If Only I could do it all again…wait what Am I talking about!?! See I told you I'm A fool I wouldn't change a thing this much Is so true I hurt these guys feelings and I cant take it Back. I'm sorry but I don't like you like that My friends advised me to give one of them a Chance but I couldn't do it so I hurt them all In the end My family has been there right by my side Drying my tears whenever I cried. But Sometimes they don't realize the reason Behind my tears, because I became an expert Of hiding the pain and all of the hurt due to Recent years My biological father and his mother is a prick, Believe me, spreading lies which causes pain To my heart because somehow I feel its all My fault. My birth separated my parents to this very day . So I feel very ashamed. Everyday When I think of my biological dad I feel like If it wasn't for me, he would be with my Mother living happily So now as I lay in the tub full of my blood And tears, I say "Good-Bye" and "Thank You" For listening to My Suicide Confessions…
I found your clothes And your little pink lunchbox Why was it you they chose Of you, nobody talks How old were you What was your name I wish I knew Who was to blame I hope there wasn't pain I hope it didn't last long Maybe your name was Jane Did you see them come along Why do they do this They take peoples lives Take a girl from bliss Using their knives I hope it's better up there Away from those woods What happened wasn't fair I wish it was me, instead, in the woods *Written on May 8, 2012*
We turned to each other when we heard on the news Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise She worked on an island now swamped with wrath To her we now travel to retrace her last path To go there blind never knowing if she breathes Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full Thinking back to her young years, learning in school This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean Our minds picture, her love to live notions We step of the plane into a world far from home Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name Is this where we find her, with no one to blame We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears Lady lady, please please, come with me please To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher As she is led away by the hospital preacher We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run In broken English, is she the one, is she the one The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved Words we will remember until the day we are gone That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one
Hell freezes over. Fire into ice. Ice…but without the chill, the cold. I try to rethink how this happened. How a world so green, so vibrant, become hell. And now a pale white wasteland. Agony to relief. A relief that can't possibly last. Impossibilities. A dream. Numbness. As I emerge from my shelter, built to withstand dry heat, not cool precipitation. I wonder at the beauty of this new and strange world. The scorching I've received, now soothed by the cooler air. Miniscule crystals, floating slowly to the earth, sticking to my hair. Like dust. Not cold. I see others as well, marveling at this white world, revealing themselves to be inadequately clothed for this overnight change. I hear a child's laughter, excited screams as she experiences the cold for the first time. I turn to watch, a smile on my face. There in the white, brash scarlet stains the pureness. The girl's excitement turns to anguish. She clutches her head, letting out a piercing cry. Before my eyes, she transforms. Her arms, becoming broken and lengthy, ending in tentacles. Her face, distorted beyond recognition. More cries, bawling, hammering of fists. All around me, those whom I've grown up with become unrecognizable. Their skin becomes a sickly green beige, the colour of vomit. Suddenly everything stops. Silence…
A dash from the door, and i felt my heart throbbing. Your occurrence definitely, meant the worst to happen. I never knew what i could have done, to experience your cruelty. When i only needed a papa, to love me like his only daughter. your yells bloody murder, shook the whole neighborhood, spreading smacks and hacks, up in arms for no reason. Made scrub the whole dwelling, as if i was a house help, or a bustard from the shanties who was an intruder to your whole being "For the love of money, is the root of all evil". To no doubt,the video of the proverb, was loading in front of me. That money is thicker than blood, And i can go to hell for all you cared. I wondered why? The olden poor days, why they did flew away. Then it was simple and joyous, Although it was hard to get all, i could see your struggle, i could see your care and anxiety, to my well being, Now i find it hard to plaster, A smile to my face. You told me, Education was the key to a better future. And when blessed with required resources, You were going to offer me, Your promises bored no fruit, I only see your hatred and anger towards me. From a lovely daughter, Now you attract my attention, Via a little devil. From a joyous girl, Now am always mourning. From this deep sleep you put me in, keep me wondering, to where my earlier papa went? All and all, I could not forget the virtues, you taught me, Safely i saved like a print in my mind, To always pray and have faith in God. To believe in what we do not see, And like a 'pap', my best papa in the world was there. Together yawning from the long deep slumber. Janet Muthoni 11-27-2012
You lay in the wooden cot, a broken sparrow, Crushed. Bony. Frail. Hair once plumed gold, greyed to clumped feathers like ragged trampled wings, strawed out on the dank pillow. Face once blushed pink plump, Jolly kind of soft with life, Sucked to bone. Nose to Beak. Echoes of the mask it will soon become. I stroked this woman now bent back to foetus pose. Once sworled to shell, wrapped inside myself, Safe. Now boned to carcass stick. I wanted to hold one more time, my child, frightened the last air would puff to nought from its hollowed breast. But my sparrow turned and smiled, a grimace to crack open any gates of envisaged hell. Macabre teeth, once glowing love and laughter to the skies, Now pecked to ochre stalks. The pitiful bird pained to move. Mucous mouth clacked open wide To receive some lasting morsel of life. Only its beady blue gaze flashed a soul of its former self, eyes to haunt the sea. I swallowed back my tide of tears, waves of memory flooding sands of life we'd shared, from fledgling dawn cry to this, the final nesting box. I wanted to stuff this cot with down of a million eider. To cosset and hold soft this scrawn, gnawed through. Pluck teal, goose, swan. 'Who would have thought it would come to this?' it croaked a laugh. I matched smile with smile. I held the tiny claw. Desperate not to cling too much to pain, too much to past. I wanted to wrap up this dying bird Limp, in my hanky. White folded white, fold on fold. Run through the streets shouting at the world, at some unseen power. NO. She's mine. She's safe. Take me. What cruelty did I do? What evil must be stuffed in this maternal breast To hold this daughter dust in my arms?
What words can I use to ease the pain you carry in your heart, It saddens me to see you suffering in a world gloomy and dark. All your days are filled with thoughts of worries and guilty feelings, From dusk till dawn you go on and on but your life has no meaning. These twisted ideas of your misunderstood emotions driving you insane, Night after night you will toss and turn thinking you are the blame . There was nothing more we could do that would have changed that day, It was his time and we had no choices because that is just Gods way . You must remember he was never alone no matter what you may remember, Please get by this and get on with your life and forget that day in late September. How angry he would be if he was here and saw how you have not moved on, That's something we know he would say by telling you that you are wrong. I can't imagine him ever wanting you to stop living after he had passed away, Don't be a fool wasting your life thinking about me that's what he would say. How do I help make it better for you so there is no more pain , First you must stop feeling it's your fault and stop taking the blame . Get out of this cold dark and lonely place start living your life, Move on to better days where you will sleep through the nights. He has never left you and has been here beside you all along, Here to help you to get on with your life now that he is gone. It's your happiness that has him trapped here in our time , He will move on to where he must be once he is out of your mind. Think only of the good things and the love that was always there, You never have to worry anymore he has always known you cared . Please do this for me so you can see you will alwys be daddy's girl, I need you back the way you were which was a part of my world. Tac
I hate the birth mark under my right eye I hate my extremely static hair I hate my big bottom lip I hate my spotty nose I hate that I have really *****y times I hate that people only remember me for my really *****y times I hate that the real *****es hate me I hate being cautious so they don't ***** about me I hate that I cry over everything I hate that people know I cry over everything I hate that I hide from them anyway I hate that they actually don't care I hate the fact that my brother is leaving home next year I hate the fact that I cried when he told me that I hate the fact that I hid my tears from him I hate the fact that he's all I really have left I hate my father for making me feel like he doesn't care about me I hate my mother for making me feel like she picked him over me I hate that my brother had to look after me when they couldn't be bothered I hate that, in my eyes, they don't deserve to be called mum and dad I hate that when I was younger I had to run away from my father I hate that my mother and brother left me by myself that day I hate that they left me closer to my father I hate that they went somewhere I would have felt safer I hate that I feel like my friends are slowly fading away from me I hate that I feel like I'm a third wheel I hate that I feel like my friend's don't trust me I hate that I feel like I can't trust my friends I hate the feeling of loneliness I hate that I read books to escape to a world better than mine I hate that I write to create a better life than my own I hate that people want to invade that one heaven I invented I hate that people ask me why I made Katy Clover Taylor I hate that I had to make a role model for myself I hate that she is the person I desperately want to be I hate that she is the one thing I will never live up to I hate that I feel like my grades would grasp my families attention I hate that feeling of disappointment when I get a bad grade I hate feeling like I have to live up to an expectation to hold their attention I hate that I am relied on because of my grades I hate that I am an older mind trapped in a younger body I hate that I am limited in what I can do because of my age I hate not being trusted upon I hate people treating me as a kid I hate not telling people how I feel I hate hiding behind an invisible barrier I hate not being able to share how I feel with people I hate being scared that they won't care. I hate people judging me I hate judging people I hate that feeling of giving up I hate the feeling of losing when I didn't give up I hate the choices I have made I hate that nobody thinks I can live up to my dream I hate people thinking they are so much better than me I hate the fact that they are right I hate that I will never make a good girlfriend I hate the fact I know nobody would fall for me I hate knowing that no one would help me pick up my life I hate that it has fallen apart I hate hurting the people I love I hate them not loving me anymore I hate knowing that what I would do would hurt people I hate the fact I do it anyway I hate knowing that I do all of this I hate knowing I hate all of this I hate trying to change it I hate that I am not able to change it I hate that I try not to give up hope I hate knowing all hope is lost I hate that I still try and cling to it anyway I hate knowing I failed at that too But most of all I hate not being able to express this until now I hate that this still won't change a thing I hate thinking that it still might I hate knowing that no one cares
They threatened to rape me I wish you were there They wanted to kill me Why weren't you there I needed protection I tried to ignore I needed your affection They pushed me to the floor I cut so deep So many pills I took I still weep At my wrist don't look All of this I hide Where are you now The blood hasn't dried I cut just now I need you Where is my father Days left I have few This is your daughter *Written on May 5, 2012*
I weep tears filled with the memories All the joy when we first wed When we'd stay up all night talking In our matrimonial bed We'd dream and plan our future Between our nocturnal fun Never thinking about sleeping Until we saw the sun Those night were full of magic Hope and trust for the unknown All the day time spent together Building family life and home With a blink of time we were three and we dreamed of being four but we never heard the evil that was knocking at the door We didn't see it coming Or hear tap tap at the door But I knew that it had found us when I saw you on the floor with our child curled up with you when she was just one year old just wanting her sweet mother to stop her feeling cold Was this evil sent to hurt me Retribution for my past But it seemed to be more happy At the bottom of your glass
Somewhere, right now, a child is crying. Somewhere, right now, a child is dying, at the hands of a monster that feels no shame. How could you hurt a child? The eyes of innocent souls marked with pain and fear, scarred forever with wound that will never heal. Somewhere, right now, a girl looks in the mirror and doesn't want to live with what she sees. They call her ugly. They call her stupid. They call her fat or useless or crazy. A child should live with love and kindness. She doesn't want to live at all. Somewhere, right now, a child is praying. She hopes that tonight will never come. When the lights go out the war begins. She'll fight. She'll cry. She'll try to run. But the battle is over. The enemy won. She lies there raw and cold and used with the knowledge that night will come again in her painful nightmare without an end.
Dedicated to Noor Al-Maleki You Try, You Try so hard To put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Have set me Free, Can't You See I Won't have to face a Tyrant anymore Your gaze used to Stun But Now It Just Burns Under the Sun Never Enough to Be Myself Never Enough to Be Free I will not Bow to You I will not Kneel Before You Smothering Liberty Condoning Freedom This way is unjust This way only brings out our worse Hatred and Mistrust War and malice no know law You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views I am The Flame you Greatly Hate I am The Flame you greatly fear Some cannot handle the truth It shows they are the Criminals You are one of them You're the problem This misdeed will not live on without the hate of your name Honor Is not real It's just an emotion that only you feel You're another bulwark Against the truth No one Will Bow No one Will Kneel You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Fear The Truth You Fear the reality you are the criminal against all humanity We must end these lies Before Honor Will Strike again You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views
(POEM ENTRY) A SISTER'S LOVE THERES A HELL I FEEL INSIDE, AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE TEAR A HOLE IN THE SHY TONIGHT, LET THE ASHES OF RAIN,PUT OUT THE FIRES OF RAGE INSIDE THIS I WILL FOREVER KNOW IS TRUE SISTER , I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE I WISH I COULD WALK DOWN THE STREETS OF YESTERDAY, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,JUST HAPPY YO BE PART OF A FAMILY BLACK CLOUDS ABOVE, AN ONCOMING STORM ARRIVES, IM FIGHTING TO SURVIVE, I MUST CARRY ON HER NAME NOW, AND FIND AN END TO THE HARD TIMES FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY. RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE AS I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, WATCHING THE CLOUDS PASSING ME BY I SEE AN ANGEL FLY,THERES A FEATHER FALLIN IN MY EYE, THE SEEDS THAT WERE ONCES SOWN,WILL FOREVER GROW, YOUR SPIRIT LIVES ON, INSIDE YOUR CHLIDRENS MINDS, YOU ARE THE BEATING HEART OF THEIR HAPPINESS, CREATOR OF ALL OF THIER DREAMS IN LIFE FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE THERS A HEEL I FEEL INSIDE,AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE,SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE, TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY TONIIGHT,LET THE ASHES OF RAIN, PUT OUT THE FIRE OF RAGE INSIDE THIS I WILL FORVEVR KNOW IS TRUE SISTER, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU. RESPECTFULLY SUBMIITED & THANK YOU FOR TAKEN TIME TO READ AND CONTINUE A MEMORY Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager All Words Lyrics & Music 320 S 3rd Street Oxford Pa 19363 215 901 3073 cell
Nightmares that come are so bad I'm afraid to sleep Exhaustion enters making sleep needs reach their peak A little light sleep to settle down falling falling deeply sound The horror no no go away nightmares please dissipate Same dreams every night since my darling baby cried She nursed, very well fed in the morning she died Nightmares night afer night awaking my baby I dread Being rocked, rocked, rocked, looking down my baby's dead (My adoptive mother lost a child, a little girl at age nine months old. Back then people used home remedies very seldom saw a doctor. The child had been sick with a cold, mother fed her and the next morning she was dead. The doctor who examined the corpse said that she had had pneumonia and choked to dead on the mucous.)
The Addiction Of Pornogtaphy... . A Christian brother had a confession. Pornography in his life was an addiction . I couldn't believe the words I began to hear. As a message of hopelessness from his lips began to appear. I began to see tears running down his cheek. "I go to counseling once a week." This was a "man of God" as many believed. True joy and fulfillment were no longer achieved. As the lust in his heart began to burn. Jesus-his once true love-he longed to return. In the coming days and weeks ahead. So many ungodly thoughts entered his head. He began to lose his family and all he cherished. His life before him began to perish Then one night in deep agony, to God, he cried out; "Is this what life is really all about?" "Dear Jesus...in repentance I come to you." "I have sinned against God and my family too." He forsook the things he thought gave him pleasure. And lived according to God's word —his true treasure. Run from every evil temptation & lust of the flesh. Or your life will end up in a huge mess! Pornography in your life will destroy and decay. From it's appearance—you must run away! Enjoy Godly relationships as Christ meant them to be. Walk anew in God's love—Only HE can SET YOU FREE! By Jim Pemberton
Why does he even bother calling, When he doesn't care? Why doesn't he give child support? It just isn't fair. He keeps giving the same excuses, Because he's just too lazy. The truth is, he doesn't want a job, His neglect just drives me crazy. He's told me he loves me, But he's never shown it. His actions never proved those words, I guess I should've known it. When I was a child, I thought he loved me dearly. But now that I am all grown up, I see things very clearly. He doesn't deserve the title "father," "Mario," will do just fine. Because he was never a true dad to me, But that's okay…I've got "Carmine."
My muddied, motherly eyes I turned away When he looked at her in that lustful way Drowning my voice as my tongue I silenced She was my shield against his violence I had so devalued her existence That from me he got no resistance When on her tight lips his kisses landed To her, the fault I scornfully handed When timidly upon his lap she sat I knew his manhood was eager to chat I saw the smutty sneaky little snake Her innocence he was ready to take When I chose to ignore his erection I packed away parental protection She was the prey I threw into his cage She could absorb his penetrating rage I knew fear was his aphrodisiac With her tears she begged for him to attack Excited, his entrance was really vicious To him, her agony was delicious He filled her with soul stealing suffocating shame The devil's spawn, she was the one I blamed When he drifted, he slithered into her bed Dreaming of the day, when she would drop dead She was the other woman, my rival I had no regard for her survival When his heavy fist fractured her fresh face, I was glad she was there to take my place Into her spirit I twisted the knife Taking from her everything but her life In his wrath I left her alone to drown Abdicating my maternal crown
On this day 16 years ago a beautiful baby girl was born. As I cried they took her away. My grandmother watching as if nothing were wrong. Photos came for a brief moment then stopped She was gone never to be herd from or seen. It seemed as if she just vanished. The agencies said her new family had moved. No forwarding address to be found. They apologize for the inconvenience. Trying to convince me not to give up hope. Hope what is this, something I find hard to have. Years have come and gone and not a word. The last photo I reserved she must have been 3 or 4 years old. My search it still continues today, but not a trace of her or her family do I see. On this the anniversary of her birth I still cry for the loss of my baby girl I bore so long ago.
The dry breeze moves gently Infecting the Hamlet with its cool temper Even the birds shake and generate calmly A young lady sat at the front of a mansion Her oily body shines with the aid of the moon. Anon She look up to the sky and she remember Her head comes down like a withered rose, sadly. Her maids calls her in, she refuses she is forlorn. I was fourteen when our neighbor came to take me My parents, happy that their daughter goes to the city Gave her presents. My parents hugged and gave me a pea She hold my hand roughly as we walk along the street some people pity Me. She left me with some men. We didn't eat till night only a nut We were twenty. We were packed in a juggernaut We slept in the container till morn. We had all cried like a dying kitty My good neighbor is nowhere and they stood on us like Mcafee Fifteen of us where above fifteen. Each of them was to be a harlot. Two years for me to join them I spent as a house worker With a man a wife and four kids. No I worked more than break pads It was a house of six rooms of which I am the washer I wash clothes from pants to suits to wears mostly laces and jacquards. The box room was where I slept like a rodent Though delicious I ate twice daily, the dogs six times with content I never went to school; to the kids I was a rival and always a loser After my second year I flee to the streets where I prayed to meet some lads All alone I was lost not knowing were to go I slept under a bridge tent. Then I turn to the markets to carry loads for lords Before then I had been raped twice The token I got I used to maintain despite all odds By then I had known the city. Going to my parents was my one vice They received me with high expectations But they saw and got nothing. They asked me questions. I promised not to tell the truth I told them good words They wished to hear. To come back home three years after was very nice I cried, I had to endure the shame, villagers taught I should be rich I got no ovations. She now leaves in a villa As the governess. Her maids call her in once more With their dry lips. With her face now unwithered She rise up to retire at the door She looks back at the sky and her smiles awaken. Twenty first December she was taken Twenty first December the day she was raped at the street corner Twenty first December today. Her name? Bimpe Oladapo Twenty first December the day she will die. That day is waiting.
My Dad Left Me... My Father Found Me! I remember dad tucking me into bed each night. I somehow knew "everything was going to be allright." I remember the Bible stories he had read. Each night before I went to bed. I remember the smile dad had on his face. It was like "love all over the place." Then one night. he left. I didn't know why. The many nights I'd lay awake and cry. How could this happen? I was so sad... I became very upset, angry and mad. How could God let this happen to our family? I thought dad loved us and was happy. He never returned... Never did explain... I began to curse even the mention of his name. Then one day, I read the Bible and began to see... How much Jesus really does love me! I asked him to be the father of my life today. I'll never forget the words he had to say; "I'll be with you each step that is taken." I love you so much... You're never forsaken!" Jesus... my heavenly father, has given me love so precious. I have a relationship with him... that's so nutritious! My dad left me. My (heavenly) father found me. And now each day... His love surrounds me! By JIm Pemberton
When you think of death, you think it will be hard to face But when you come face to face with death, You know your loved one could never be replaced. My mum brought me into this world and taught me All the things that i need to know, Mum taught me love, how to love And helped my personality to grow. Now I've grown into a young woman i have confidence, Knowledge and maturity beyond my years, But having all this doesn't stop the tears! And so i have learnt to count the tears as a blessing, For each time i shed a tear, i can hear mum say "Dont cry darling Im still here." Months go on and people resume life like normal, but my pain doesn't ease And i try to go on with a hole in my heart, And the feeling that its being squeezed. I have people offering me support that i feel is out of pity And i have people happy to lend a hand, Im scared to take their hand because I have already lost my best friend!
She sits alone crying, playing with the ring upon her hand; The services are over in memory of her handsome man. Words to say to comfort her I am at a lost to find; As she contemplates her future who knows what it is on her mind. It was only five short years ago that I walked her down the aisle; A more beautiful face I've never seen, glowing with that smile. He stood there proud and nervous looking gallant in his tux; By marrying our daughter, he would be joining us. Together they both joined as one, a pairing we approved; Even though our only daughter, away from us would move. Wishes for a long and healthy life together were given on that day; Too bad that they weren't heard on high, for his health would start to fade. She nursed him through that final year as we watched her from the side; We shared her grief and sorrow when too young he upped and died. She now sits alone crying, playing with the ring upon her hand; The services are over in memory of her handsome man.
Ashley Had a Small Goat Oh, Ashley had a Small goat, Small goat, Small goat, Ashley had a Small goat, And he had a coat of white He followed her to school one day, School one day, school one day, He followed her to school one day, And drank a some water. Oh, once he ate a spinach can, Spinach can, spinach can, once he ate a spinach can, Also a line of clothes. The clothes can do no harm inside, Harm inside, harm inside, the clothes can do no harm inside, But oh! The spinach can! The can was filled with achemical, chemical , chemical chemical, The can was filled with a chemical, Which the goat thought was food He rubbed against poor Ashley's chin, Ashley's chin, Ashley's chin, He rubbed against poor Ashley's chin, His deep distress to ease. There was a flash of girl and goat, Girl and goat, girl and goat There was a flash of girl and goat And they were seen no more.. (Slowly) Ashley's soul to Heaven went, Heaven went, Heaven went, Ashley's soul to Heaven went, And Mr. Goat went there too.
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You're supposed to be there for me Someone I can trust But the things you've done, more than once Have filled me with disgust You cheat, you lie, you sleep around You clearly have no guilt What happened to the life we had, And all the walls that we had built? You never showed me affection Not from the very start Now we're a broken family Five lives all torn apart How can you act like things are fine When life has never been so bad The things you've said are hurtful I don't know how you're still so mad You always think you're in the right How can you be so vane? With all the constant drama Our "family" is driving me insane Just because I'm not a baby Doesn't mean I don't still need you around But I guess now you're too busy With the new family you have found You made it very clear to me The day you walked right out that door It's really very simple You just don't love me anymore
It was Christmas Eve; I was a prisoner of my own divide. Lost in mind, clad in drunken sadness, caged up inside. Alone and forlorn my thoughts laden with whiskey lies, Memories seem so distant, only a week since goodbyes. Christmas tree glistening, blurry in my vision of tears, Flashing lights bright, neighbors Christmas party cheers. No presents or joy in this household upon this night. Sorrows, misguided gulps of liquor, cloud my sight. Heartbroken, gloomy devouring the demon filled drink. No more, no less, my eyes roamed over as I did think. Hopelessly lost in a whirlwind of memories of no more, No more, love by a lover, no daughter to teach the score. Left me in a house, no longer our home that we shared, Only I and this half-empty bottle, feeling impaired. She left me, taking my child a thousand miles away. While here in this house of torture, me and myself stay. Every corner a recollection blinks by crystalline light. Splintered and speckled by the twinkling star so bright. Atop the now barren tree which had shined with joys. Years before cluttered with wrappers, boxes and toys I slam a big gulp down my throat, since this was my first. Night of my debut to the evil of whiskey blinding thirst, Never before had drunkenness been a quest or even a try, This night she devoured my soul, not wanting ever to cry. Intoxication was a desire, though not ever beyond joy. My virgin body of drink has choked me unable to deploy. Sour mash tears wash down my face, wiping my eyes. I hear my built up agony; pour out in inhuman cries. User Name Cecil Hickman Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ Contest Name Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever
out of the car, and up the walk, i go to the door and unlock the lock loud voices through the door empties my heart a little more they yell about money, they yell about love they yell about who goes down below or up above she calls him crazy, he says "just maby" he tells her he wants to go she starts to cry and say she didnt know then she starts to beg for forgivness she wants to start over but nobody really wants to relive this i pull out the key and realize now, how things have to be this is when my house isnt a home to me
Her eyes spoke of love beyond any comparison. Simple glances she could speak volumes of words. No language spoken by voice though much power, Intently she was observant to her surroundings. Graciously she painted concern with attitude. Sometimes so sternly advocating her desires, Strong and dainty from her facial expressions, Strong and firm her deliverance was given. Protector of family for eighteen years she gave. Her mind was efficient and carried life high. Not a companion a family member so dear, She witnessed illness, took action quickly. Strong mind but weakened body, driving forward, Asking in her gaze, she told of needs and desires. Her name, Heidi, a game she played when young. Carrying it forward to daily actions she had won. Hiding her eyes from anyone, no one could see. Upon her face as she gazed back, unhidden now, Was a glory and loving smile, with sparkling eyes. She shall be remembered with such affection true. Lost we are now without her presence each moment, Quietness passes our days and nights without her walk. No "Tick Tick Tack"as her paws use to tap the floor. Missing her yawn upon her first wakeup each day, Her presence no more still reminded by our hearts. Her spotted coat remembered by all our surroundings. Dalmatian by breed, Living Angel, now Angel in Heaven, Upon a future time, we'll be reunited, with a living Angel. Written in Memory, for much more than a dog, She was a daughter, a sister, a granddaughter, protector, friend, buddy, pal, neighborhood watcher, along with so much more.
shes felt alone shes felt unwanted shes felt everything there is to feel the only thing that got her through it was a little girl, she was only two feet she had brown goldish hair and deep blue greyish eyes she helped her mom wash dishes after her daddy beat her up they mom had many bruises her daughter called her smurth her daddy came from work one day so like always she went to her room and a few minutes later she heard a big boom she opened the door couldnt reach the handle and she saw her mommy on the floor curled up in a little ball and red paint spilling from her body and after that her mommy wasnt blue anymore the little girl ran up to her mommys body and when she looked up to say "what have you done?" she saw something flying at her head and she grabbed her mommas hand and from that day on both of them were gone together and they went to a better place called heaven
Goodbye, My Sweet Angel Tears trickle down her freckled cheeks Eyes red and blurred She gazed at me Trapped inside her father's speeding truck I following , running screaming her name She, screaming mine Legs burning, stinging, tiring Tears running down my face Her dainty red nose, pressed against the glass Weaker with every stride Petite hands, pressed to the window My pace slows, can not go any longer Yelling her sweet name Sobbing, to my knees The truck, disappearing, gone I had lost her Goodbye, my sweet angel
Time is running out,only to find out,you have to kiss ass to survive in America. Wish I had a better life, instead I'm stuck kissing Welfare ass in order to survive, Free is what the rich believe, When the ones who struggle trying to find a way to eat, The rich whites has no worries, They can survive, pay bills, live the nice life, Keep their families fed, When I look through the eyes of the homeless men, women and children, I ask how can anyone turn them away, What if it was you and your babies out there? You don't begin to understand, because you and your babies aren't here! The poor can't find no job, because of skin color or for what their beliefs are, When you in your up to date car,you will never see past your riches for just a moment to see what your doing to my loved ones and me. Material things don't make you, It's what you do for those less fortunate than you. Come and live our life for a week, I bet you would get so weak you wouldn't even begin to know how to speak I live on not that much, just enough to to pay some of the rent, I have a baby and don't know where I'm going to be the next day, America is a big slave country, they want to ship all jobs over seas so they can make they Chinese slaves by paying them less, for us the ones who needs a job badly do without, so they have a good reason for us to rob, murder, sell dope, so they can through us in jail and make us work for the government for FREE, Well isn't it just one big mess? You live everyday trying to make a way, One thing though the rich is not immune to that kind of living, we the poor are . We know how to hustle and pan handle hard, Where the rich don't know anything by far! Stay strong, and don't get weak ever, that's what they want. Stay positive alright.
The sun was creeping through the windowpane I lifted my head to see sparkling dewdrops from the rain And in the fields, I saw someone slowly walking He almost looked familiar, yet his face was shocking As he came ever nearer, The realities of the war at hand were never clearer My son's right eye was simply no more And his left eye was shyly cast down to the floor He embraced me, sobbing, but relieved To be so courteously and kindly received The day my son returned was the day my husband died It was the day when all my family sat there and cried Sheets of tears from both eye sockets Were seen on the soldier's cheeks as he put his hands in his pockets I told him gently that Dad was proud of him His expression was grim… The clouds ever looming over our home He talks so little; he'll contemplate and roam The farm is tended to and the garden does flourish The fruits and vegetables of our harvest will nourish But as we are easily healthy and fed, My son is stricken in panic and dread He wakes up in the middle of the night Clutching onto Dad's photograph for dear life The horrors he has witnessed I shall never know And the gardens of his remaining youth shall never grow Limping in the evening, he cleans his plate without complaint I miss the days he used to pick on me—calling my main dishes plain I miss his personality, his wit, his SOUL I must learn now to rake his remnants across the coal In the brink of sadness and stillness… The bomb hits me to the innermost core I HAD LOST HIM IN THE WAR
Roses are all different colors now. And the violets don't even really know- that the sugar is not feeling so sweet, anymore. Cuz' love left nothing behind, just me- I didn't go... The colors all think that their hues are all used up- And all these souls don't know where to go... Somehow, the sky remains bluish gray up above, but lights no path for the lost to roam. There is no place for them to call home. No one is waiting. No one cares. No one is crying because you feel dead. No one is calling. No one is coming. No one is crying because you're not there. Theres nothing to live for, but your breath comes just the same... Theres nothing to die for, either- We live in their f__'ed-up GAME... Theres no one to love you just because they want to- No one to be proud for all the real good you do... No one to kiss your Boo-Boo's all better- No One. Not Anymore. Not Ever... And.... No One, (remember?), had to show her the door; She opened it herself, turned and looked at you for the last time- knowing that she'd no longer, EVER, be able to look you in the eye... She couldn't grace you with Good-Bye. You deserved some acknowledgment, or some reason why... A reason for all these wasting tears- The ones I still can't hide... No explanation for her decision. She left before you could even ask why(?) You try to understand why she betrayed your trust. The only trust, in the one & only mother you ever had... You lost all FAITH in me, Mom- And I always held your hand... Right or Wrong- YOU, I stood beside. I guess in all these years, I shouldn't of held on so F-N tight... All the while I thought you were loving me, You were just taking me for a ride... I WISH someone would've told me, how my part played out, long ago... Because I could've walked here FASTER- And I could've done it all ALONE..... K.C. feb25,2006
I tried to wake you up today Like I always do All I did was try to care for you Like little girls should. Mummy, mummy Please don't die I need you to be here By my side Brothers always crying Because he doesn't understand That mummy only leaves us Because living makes her sad The whole street Thinks your crazy As you try to hide The scars that made you Your whole damn life Why cant you just forget Why cant you leave The past alone The doctors didn't care The police were never there As the screams of a little girl Spilled out Into an air of madness Watch me bleed I learned this from you You were my devil Stealing my innocence Stuttering words I'll never forget "Your Nothing" Your eyes cut deep As the knifes are aimed at me Your love was a weapon Puncturing my heart You broke me I'm a wreck.
Visible defect Variation Soothing effect As my fingertips Run over this formation Through hills and dips Passing pain Now a conversation piece These wash away with the rain These One day will Cease Internal rips And tears Shadowed Stitched with care Only to be shredded Again Slow to heal If only it was let alone And you wouldn't hammer In the sin Full of chagrin Confidence blown I'd rather Show you my scars My skin shattered Then you discover my wounds Ruined Can't keep the seal So slow to heal
I looked one more time at the scar on her pretty forehead. Our house-maid's sweet little daughter. She is just four years old. Endured many scares and black scars along with mother, so bold facing tantrums of sot-father. She is just four years old. Today came she with news to share. With puerile fervor told "Becomes bride my father's sister!" She is just four years old. "He is as strong as a wild boar good groom; not a drunkard." Shocked; saw those deeper inner scars. She is just four years old.
As I sit on the kitchen counter, I eat my cereal. Savoring every crunch I watch the phone and wait for it to ring waiting for someone to call, even a perfect stranger. Even a perfect stranger. Trust someone to talk to. Someone to share what's going wrong. My heart beats with pain. The blood runs cold but hot with anger. I wish to scream at the top of my lungs and release the agony, But must stay quite as a mouse. I keep to myself. My hopes that are false and my dreams that will never come true. I'm lost in my own mind and train of thoughts filled with worries that can never be told and cries that can never be heard. Smiles are shown but never true. Every promise is made is another broken wish. Every word you say is nothing but stalling pain. Sadness is the most feeling felt. It wears like a sweater on a hot summer day. You just want to rip it off and throw it on the ground. I must question everything more now than ever. I sit in a white chair in a white room. I love this room. It reminds me of purity, a free soul. Anything you dream can come true. If you dream hard enough and wish upon the right star. I walk around the rest of this seven room house and I am reminded back to reality of cries and lies, the tears and the fears. Back into a world of having to win. When smiles are rare to see and I love yous are no longer from the heart. Gazing out the window, I have come to known that this world is made up of men who want sex and money, women that dance in videos to make a dime. Young boys hustling and ladies walking the corners. Church crowds have gotten smaller and cults have grown. I look back in the mirror reflect. Recently I've made bad decisions that just aren't me. I remise about the past and realize that it's time to let go. That it's my path and I'm on my own. A struggle it will be, but a blade where I can not depend. Sorry to my sharp little friend but I hope we never have to meet again
Im tired, Im done Dont treat me like Im one. Im sick, Im through Dont tell me what to do. You think you know but really you dont. What's it like to be all alone? Thats right you wouldn't know. I've shed the tears and felt the pain, because you made him go away. I loved him more than you comprehend, Why can't you just understand? I'll go away and wont come back, in that place I wont be sad. I'll be in his arms where I'm ok, I'll love him true, Forever & Always.
A different address, a different place While we're still running, they've finished the race They're resting in peace with God above But we're left crying for our undying love At the moment of conception, you were ours to hold But nobody knew what the future would hold Every year comes around, the month of May We're left empty- handed on Mother's Day No body to love that we can see of feel, But the fact still remains, the baby was real Are we less of a woman? Are we less of a mother? If out children were here, they would want no other They're no less our babies, cause we don't see their face They're just at a different address, in a different place
Two thousand seven Hundred and fifty victims Murdered, Rest in Peace My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php
A Child Sick With cancer Upset from illness Feeling ugly from the hair loss Depressed feels alienated wants to die because of all Mother feels all the pain isolation of her daughter, she goes into bathroom shaves head
When I was little and would fall and hit my knee I would cry and you took care of me When I got older and fell in love that would end I would cry and you would be my friend Now I am the mother kissing knees And telling my sons bout the birds and bees But I am not sure if I am doing it right So I call you late at night And I cry God I don't know what to do And you tell me it is okay I trust you I am not sure if I can handle the next fall When I loss my brick wall So daddy please stay here I would cry and none would care I need you still so much each day So daddy please tell God to wait for a few more days
Torment manifests in my soul Loved ones seem compelled to console I live my past again and again People's sympathies bring back pain Suppressed feelings vanquish Longing grief shall languish Infuriating my flesh with pain Someone remind him of his shame How I wonder about her fears Far beyond my withered tears Believe me when I tell you this My child's father stole her bliss Such torment frustrates my world Satan exploited my little girl How can I subjugate this hell When Satan lives within her shell ?
A young homeless child Looking for a home but finds none. On my first day at school the mother's not around To comfort me when I'm down-right scared An innocent child of seventeen I find myself locked up in a placement An innocent child now afraid of time Will I forget my goals and dreams? I go to Maryhurst And meet people who care I learn about peer pressure and much more Now comes the time To break through..... The Fear
You were small and still inside, Now you never will come out. Even though i never got to know you, I still love you with all my heart. There are many things i wanted to teach you, so many things i wanted you to see. But i know you are in a place that will always be beautiful, You will always stay young. You will have your sister to guide you there, My family is always there to protect you no matter what. I hope you are happy cordillia where ever you are, I am happy knowing you will never experience heartache. You will never experience the lies people will tell, You are protected. you are loved. You will always be part of me and your dad. Although i wish i could hold you in my arms, But until we do see eye to eye. you are in my heart.
She stands by the door waiting for her to come, the days finally here going home with her mum. She's 4 now, almost a year to the day, since the childrens aid workers came to take her away. When she was taken her mom was addicted to crack, pulled in by the streets and not looking back. Mom hustles the streets, living blast to blast, hoping this will help her forget her past. But now her heart is filled with sorrow, "don't worry honey ill clean up tomorrow." Tomorrows come and go but she stays on the street, the drug that's too hard to beat. Then it happens a sign from the gods, something makes her defy all the odds. Her boyfriend arrested sent off to jail, won't be a while til he can get bail. Now the light goes off in her head, she realizes that the street will soon make her dead. She leaves downtown and rebuilds her life, she can't believe why she caused all this strife. After a few weeks she gets a visit supervised, and she changes herself seeing her kids eyes. She goes back to school and gets her own place, help from family and friends she rehabilitates. Her boyfriend from prison promises her the world, says when he gets out it will be them and her girl. 7 months go by her man gets out of jail, now this is not the end of the tale. Now the little girl stares at the door, which I'm sure she's done many times before. Todays the day, ribbons in her hair, pretty pink dress her mom will soon be there. She hears the door handle and yells "Mommy", door opens its not what she expected to see. The lady walks in sad look on her face. The young girl knows she won't be leaving this place. "Sorry honey, mommy can't make it today", "Why? Where is she? What did she say?" Her mom sits in the crackhouse, drugs in her hand, staring across the table at her freshly released man. "Does anyone have a pipe I can borrow?" "Don't worry honey ill clean up tomorrow!"
One, two, three sleep little one. Sleep now for tomorrow will come soon. tomorrow will come, and I will go. So sleep little one for in the morning when you awake I will be gone. Not a trace of me shall remain. So sleep little one and save a dream of me.
they fight all the time. they fight and it never stops. they fight and it never gets better. they fight and it always gets worse. they fight til they're blue in the face. they fight til i can't stand it anymore. they fight and i cry cuz there's nothing i can do. the fighting and the crying never stop. there's nothing i can do but pray. they're always fighting. it won't stop. they hide it so well... the pain they're in... it's like they've never fought before...
there's a curve at the end of every sidewalk did you know every block's measured by the lazy way a rope skips and ponytails itself down its own street? my, how my rope bends alongside that straight line six inches above what you call a 'curb' under my knees falling and rising under my feet
When you make me cry does it make you feel good? Do you live for my tears my pain and my terror? Why does my misery give you pleasure? Who sits there laughing at their daughter's agony? Every time I think you're at your worst you find a way to hurt me more. So I try and I try to be better. I must have done something wrong. I finally woke up and saw the truth. I'll never be good enough never try hard enough to make you proud enough.
i give up on trying to please you i do whatevr you tell me to do all i want is for you to say is 4 words ill never be good enuff 2 you i try my hardest to please you and all i want is you to tell me 4 words i guess im not good enuff for you dad all i want is for you to say your proud of me is that to much to ask you tell your girlfriends daughter that your roud of her for her girl scouts but my whole 17 years of liveing you have never told me your proud of me i do all i can to please you i try to be the best daughter i can be but i guess ill never be good enuff for you ALL I WANT IS FOR YOU TO SAY YOUR PROUD OF ME!!!
Does it make you happy? Does drowning in the sea of sadness Take your breath away Just for a moment If you could see The spinning stop And notice the world around you But you never will. Do you believe your own lies? Because it's all you've got Is life worth living? When you forgot Yesterday. Will you remember? What you did to me In twisted dreams Or will the alcohol sedate you? From all you see
Every night A scared little girl cries herself to sleep With nothing of her own to keep Every night She prayed to God Hoping he wont come home tonight Every night Is another bruise As she bites her lip, trying not to cry Because she knows if he see's one tear She would be even closer to dieing Every night As tears run down her face She knows this abuse will go on and on And never stop Every nigh When she tried to tell someone They never believed her Because he doesn't look like "that type of guy" Every night She would pray to God Hoping he wont come home tonight
How can a mother not hurt when her child cries out in pain? How can she turn and look away when there's so much to be gained? If only her heart would open and let God show the way, to happiness and love everlasting. For this, I'll always pray. Is it possible to just feel nothing towards the child you gave away? Please say there is at least a hope that you will love me again some day. When I look at my child I feel love. I could never turn my back. But you never felt that way towards me. Is it something that I lack?
Tears trickle down her cheeks, She turns her head so the man they call her Dad Cant see her cry. Was it always like this? Did it slowly develop? Why cant it be different? Again, nothing was accomplished; Nothing had changed. She drives home Tears blurring her view, Wishing with all her heart That things were better.
Mommas sorry I took you from The only life that you knew of Mommas sorry I took you away From your world of friends of every day Mommas sorry you had to adjust To brand new teacher's and studious musts Mommas sorry you haven't fit in To a school of strangers and what had been Mommas sorry I had no other choice Than to sooth your fears using my voice Mommas sorry if you feel all alone But I'll guide you through this fearful unknown Mommas sorry you've tried so very hard Still nothing has changed, all but new scars Mommas sorry for the sudden change Adapt my daughters to all that's strange Give me time to help you feel at ease Give me the moment to help you please © Stacy Lynn Stiles
My name is Casey, I am just a little girl One day a grown-up shattered my world He was our neighbor he seemed so kind I had no idea the evil in his dark mind He'd give me candy and buy me neat toys And show me how to beat up on the boys My Mommy and Daddy trusted him so They had no clue who he was though Then one day as I walked past his place I disappeared, gone, without a trace My parents searched, he helped them look Never knowing the treasure he already took I cried and begged for him to not hurt me But he never responded to my desperate plea He locked me up in this deep dark hole I prayed to Jesus to protect my soul I miss my parents, I want them so bad I miss my bed and my big brother Chad I hear someone coming, please be Mommy Please stop him before he really hurts me I hear a loud click, I see a shiny pole I see the white smoke fill up this hole I see a bright light, no longer is it dim The monster who murdered me was.....him
These soft orange blossoms are more colorful and fragrant than the velvety, wild roses... hastily clinging to sturdy sunflowers' stems, fretting a danger too real and so imminent. His manly hands attacked her in an orchard of beautiful roses, and she left blood stains on those delicate, scattered petals... who did hear the young virgin's painful cry, subdued by the quails' loud twitter in the shady elms' branches? Some did, but continued to walk and let her die! Her mother wailed under the weeping, embracing elms... they saw her child struggle and despair, but they couldn't help; why did that brutal man raped her and beat her to death? And what kind of punishment he deserves for that cruel act? Wouldn't a just judge be furious and imprison him for life? A light wind detached the soft orange blossoms from the branches, and let them gently fall on her violated body to cover with dignity the purest and youngest blood spilled in the meadow of clovers; God Himself cried from His throne, and sent His angel of mercy to the sorrowful and lamenting earth, which had seen the eyes of innocence. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
The dress is zipped, the veil is in One last touch up and dry my tears Another bobby pin I need you here to calm my fears But here I stand feeling all alone Looking up at heaven Wishing I could bring you home Waiting for the clock to strike seven Here comes grandpa to take you place He happily stands by my side But I know he sees the hurt on my face He tells me I'm such a beautiful bride What a bitter sweet day Now I'm ready to go I take a moment and pray Just to say "Hello" Now down the aisle I walk I see Joel's face Walking into wedlock I feel such a warming embrace Now I know though I didn't that day You weren't missing a thing That I'm confident enough to say I believe this was a heaven sent blessing For when I was looking later In one certain photo There is was, it couldn't be clearer A cross with such a beautiful glow Then I knew I wasn't alone My prayer had been answered And you came back home
A baby girl born in April, pink, perfect and brand new A proud young father, smile on my face, tear in my eye, what else could I do We connected immediately, your eyes big and bright like mine The feeling that flowed through me, I had never felt so fine I watched you grow up, one, then two, my princess, my sweet little girl I held you and kept you safe, like an oyster does a pearl One day something inside of me broke and I went away making everyone sad I know that I hurt you baby, you have every right to be mad For several years now, I haven't been a very good dad, not seeing you very many times But this time Sarah, I hope to makeup for my crimes I will to be there for you, more than I ever had before; I'm not trying to be funny I only hope one day you can forgive me for what I have done sweet Sarah honey
Simmering,hot, pancakes, flushed. Battered, beating, bruised, Syrup, sweet, melted, dripping, Brown now, peeling, ripping Dark berries, smashed oozing bluish - black red, Hands and words tossed instead, Pancake Burnt! Pancake dead!
Dear Santa.............Iraq Candles burning sure and bright, Shining through the Christmas tree. Santa's coming 'round tonight, Bringing presents here for me. I sent a letter some time ago, I asked for things I'd need. For these are things for Mum and me, It certainly wasn't greed. For I am thirteen years of age, I asked, "please bring Dad back". I miss him; Mum is so upset, Since he died inside Iraq. I cry myself to sleep some nights, I can hear Mums sobbing heart. He's the only present we will need, "Don't keep us all apart". Dear Santa, no more toys or clothes, No gifts from that Christmas sack. The only thing that we all want, Is to have my Daddy back.
Gentle, mild, and meek. Human-strong and weak. A mask to hide away the pain. Hard to live with shame. Good person, good friend. A ? mark; never seen through to the end. Chivalry is dead and so is the "good Samaritan" act. In this world today, it's a true, proven fact. Humble; a little pride, determination is my drive. If I want things to get better for me, hope burns on the inside. Reserved and I move at my own pace. Steady and slow, less consequences to face. This is my life; pathetic as it is. It's the only one I have; not urs, theirs, hers or his. I know who I am. I have too much respect for myself and body; forever condemned. So if u ask me, "Who are u and what I am? I'll smile and say, "For I am Poetry!" Profound, misunderstood, and a lifelong mystery.
At a time of celebration, Drinking lager in the bar. Go home, get changed for the night ahead, You decide to take the car. You're not quite compos-mentis, Your judgements not too sound. You're driving passed the local park, There's people all around. You can't see where you're going, Coz' you're searching for a tape. Then "Bang!", A child flies through the air, For her there's no escape. You didn't see her coming, Though she lies there on the floor. You haven't gone to try and help, You won't unlock the door!! You were sentenced to six months in prison, Got fined and banned for two years. The only thing that I have left now, Are my memories and millions of tears. If only I'd kept her in that day, She would be at my side, still alive. It was YOU who murdered my daughter, As YOU chose to drink and drive...
You left a hole in my heart that nobody can fix I always listen to your favorite songs and look back at old pics You let me be myself by giving me freedom and space You never yelled at me when you were mad, but I could see it in your face You were a pretty quiet guy and enjoyed your time alone You loved fishing, bike riding, and listening to the music on your phone You protected the family by making us feel secure Whenever I was sick you always knew the proper cure You weren't big on doctors or getting help from others You didn't tell anyone you were sick, not even your mother You didn't want people to think you weren't tough You always told Brad and I not to sweat the small stuff Although you didn't show it often, I knew you were so proud of me I loved showing off my grades to you, you never cared when I got a B You wanted me to be happy with whatever I chose to do You never forced me to be a doctor, it is what I choose to pursue We had a special relationship unique to you and I I will never forget kissing you that final goodbye You laid there in peace, with an open mouth and closed eyes No longer breathing, you had finally died I sat there in shock, not knowing what to do I cant believe this was my dad, why did it have to be you? I felt so many emotions that my body felt numb I hope this is something I will one day overcome My heart is in such pain and I am constantly sad I can't believe this happened to my smart, healthy dad This traumatizing experience will never escape my mind I watched how your health gradually declined When you were put on the ventilator, I knew it was bad news It was so scary and painful to see what you were going through I hated that you couldn't talk and that you were heavily sedated I was praying to heaven that you would finally be extubated I jumped for joy when mom called to say the tubes were removed Little did I know that you would never improve So much has changed since all of this occurred When I look back on this experience, it is all a blur
Where have you been, little ones? Stolen away so long ago. An aching heart and lonely life for an evil man today, searching the horizon and begging God for signs of your return. Will they ever come? Should I go to them? What will our future be? What did you do today? Did you think of me as I thought of you? When I look at the sad moon before I sleep and wonder. Do you see the same sights I see? Are you OK? The questions and sadness flows and never ends. Why? For many years I've blamed God. Are you angry at Him? I hope not. He's not the one who should be blamed, but I. Sundays are the worst ones for me to bear. Even today, years after you were taken from me, I cry. I'm crying now. Sunday family fun day no more. Just me. I miss my girls and care about you. It's OK if you don't care about me. I ask for nothing but your smiles and a hug, that would last an eternity. You haven't seen or heard from me, I feared the trouble it would cause. But, in your day, if you think of me, know that I think of you and cry to be near. Just a hug and a tear, together. With a laugh and forgiveness to spare, healing the past for us, today. How are you doing? Where have you been? What tears have you cried without me to make them go away? If you need me. If you need me to come. If you need me to help. If you need me to pray. If you need me to just go away. It's ok. I am here. I Love You. Daddy
With a baby in my arms, keeping it from harm, I hold back tears of shame, for I have only fifteen years to my name.
I'm standing right in front of you, i'm the one with words loud and mute. I swallow the truth, and spit out the lies, But you still don't see me. I carve designs of disgust to my body, and eat only pills of toxin and acid. I am a ballerina, dancing my way through crowds, floating on clouds and flying through the sky with my beating wings. I light myself on fire and burn into a new soul, leaving ashes of memories behind me. I run through a meadow of poisonous flowers, and beat myself up for every calorie i stuff down my throat. I yell in your ear at the top of my lungs and i stomp my feet, but you still don't see me.
God Brought A Healing To My Troubled Mind… I used to allow many thoughts to enter my mind. There were good and bad ones... Just about every kind. My family thought I was being a "good Christian." I never did anything that raised "a suspicion." I went to church every week and did the "Sunday thing." I had no idea the kind of life my thoughts would bring. I felt much "turmoil" of what was in my head. "How much longer can I take this?" Were the words I said. As there were many bad thoughts that seemed to "burn." Those around me didn't know or were concerned. I needed some help. And I needed it fast! I didn't know how much longer I would last! With no friend to help.., I decided to pray. This was my time with God! This was my day! I cried out to God with a voice of confession; "Dear Jesus rule over my mind and take possession!" As I read God's word... Philippians 4:8 was found. Virtue and wholeness in my life needed to abound! I asked and begged God to help me to obey it! I gave my commitment to him. And not just "say it." A love for him as a friend was found and did bring. His peace and love "washed away" the evil things. Christ restored my life and my mind was renewed. He set me free! Now, I'm BRAND NEW! Won't you allow God to bring his love to your soul? With him in your life... All darkness will GO! By Jim Pemberton
Preach to the full moon soldier It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder Mother has child that father denies Leaves when his baby lets out those first cries Excuses flying, lies sailing; words without care Feelings are complicated so share you don't dare Lips that smile hold some bruises and a cut Hands that have done the damage slam the door shut You watch him out the window glass Retreating figure gone at last Preach to the full moon soldier It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder Things get harder, mothers fired Baby is toddler and much too tired Money is in short supply If only father would just comply To help raise his growing kid Instead he ran and lost his bid A single tear stains the cheek Of a mother's soul who's much too weak Preach to the full moon soldier It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder Mothers dead, everything's blown Toddler is small child left alone Father drunk, stumbling back Custody left to this piece of slack Days are long and too far gone Nights are worse, he's never done Talking his beer scented words speaking He says to his child be kind, PREACHING Preach to the full moon soldier It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder Small child has developed Distinguished individual moving up Swearing to the sky blue They will be nothing like you Father in jail thief from the night Cell lit dimly with pal moonlight A smile to the grown child A tear from the man of the wild Preach to the full moon soldier It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder
I just can't keep "doing this" any longer! What am I doing? I began to wonder… This "sin" just keeps dragging me further down… What do I do? There's no one around??? This "thing" has got a hold on me… I cry every night… I want to be FREE! I've tried and tried… But to no avail… Just when I think I have victory… I fail! I've read in scripture of a power that I haven't seen. I read of a savior who can do ANYTHING! Why don't I give him a try? I've nothing to lose! I've been so hurt, worn out and abused..… To you, dear Jesus… I confess my every sin. And can feel your love from deep within! Thank you Jesus! For giving me a joy I never knew… I don't know where I'd be if not for YOU! You've brought to my life a peace I never had. For all you've done for me. I am so glad! Won't YOU give your burdens to this one… I call friend? And experience the joy of being born again? Please come to him now. Why not this hour? And experience his life-changing power! By Jim Pemberton 01/17/10
"Still no good, try harder and harder.".. Prove this, prove that... Everything in life- Big task... I can do anything... And I can, no satisfaction, nothing was good enough... "You're wasting your time, you're wasting your life... You can be more, straighten up... Use your mind.".. I did... I did and it still, ain't good enough... Task, test, test, test... More things to prove... No-one happy... I wasn't good enough, do better, you're not stupid... "Use your talents, stop wasting them... Why are you like this??". And I wonder, why do you push me??. Why can't you accept me??. I've tried, but I focused on the wrong... "You could do better... No, yes, no, yes, better", they say... "You can do it, you just ain't trying.".. You're stupid if you can't do this or that... Why do you do this to hurt us??. Why can't you be like so and so??". But so and so isn't no better... Why be competitive??. Why do I know things that are beyond??. Why was I stuck in a situation, that I am someone??. When I feel like, I'm no-one... Why was I pressured and pressured??. Why only me??. And why was I always to blame??. And why did so many people, fall for me??. But turn their backs on me... What did I do??. Nothing... Why do people treat me like I'm an artifact, like I'm a a God??. Why??. Am I me??. I am EVERYONE!!! Written: OCJ or GCI in 1997
She once was Daddy's precious little girl with golden hair in ringlets and tight curls. With a pretty new dress and bright shiny shoes but now she is battered, bleeding and bruised! Her childhood; now cut short- had been smiles, giggles and hope but now she is 'strung-up' on heroin and coke. It had all fallen to pieces when Daddy died so young her older brother crushed by it- couldn't cope and by rope he hung. Mother tried to bring up her children just right but they could hear her weeping softly in the night. Work was so scarce and Mom had no skills barely anything to eat, and not much for the bills. -So she learned to beg and steal at a tender age and blamed it on Daddy, it so filled her with rage! Soon she was drinking and fighting just to live then Mother died, she had given all she could give. She ran away, before 'those' people could come but they got her younger brothers, they were always too dumb. Not her; she had learned important 'rules' from the street, 'you take from others if you wanted to survive and to eat!' Life wasn't too bad; if you could take the hard 'knocks' seeing kids sick and dead; had long ago numbed the shock. She was dirty, smelly, and usually strung-up so high that she hardly cared if she lived another day or she died. She had some 'homies'; that she could call on and one night they broke into a house for a little fun. They were all drugged up and had only done it for a hoot it had never crossed their minds, that the owner would really shoot! The others just scattered in panic and left her there alone the owner looked down and then went to the phone. She lay there dying, shaved head; no more ringlets and curls wishing just one last time, she was again her Daddy's little girl. ©21/06/2012
Today the strangers didn't come In fact, no one did The house was empty And far too quiet With just the ghosts of our past Floating silently on the wind as our only companions I miss you dad.
Those Close To Us Can Cause Much Hurt And Pain... Isn't it amazing… The hurt and damage, someone can do? Especially by the same person who said; "I Love You!" Isn't it amazing… How someone, which we've given our heart… Can betray our love, and "tear it all apart?" On that special day, when your vows were exchanged… It's almost like "overnight," some people change! Even amongst Christians. This seems too commonplace. As people seek their own desires… Instead of God' grace. Isn't it amazing… How anger, jealousy and bitterness begins? Even amongst our loved ones, that we have called "friends?" What's more amazing… Is how God, in his mercy and care.. Still loves us. And he is always there! No matter what you've said… No matter what you'll do…. God remains the same. And is always there for YOU! He is faithful. His commitment to you is strong and secure! His love is everlasting. And is 100% PURE! I stand amazed, as to how God still loves us. He asks for our heart. He wants to trust us! Won't you come and experience his love today? He loves you so much more than words could ever say! By Jim Pemberton
All we do is fuss and fight. It's like I just can't get it right. One minute you're pissed, the next you're fine. Why don't you try looking at yourself through my eyes. What do you expect me to think? Of course I think the problem is me! How could I not?! There are no other thoughts, Nothing left for me to hold onto for sanity. You've got me so upset I could start screaming profanity. Why?!?!?! What's the point in the fighting? Do you want me to just say you're right and, Well, I don't know what you want me to do. It's like I can't get it right with you. I know you're my mom, but you act like you hate me. Does arguing with me make you feel better lately? All we do is fuss and fight. It's like I just can't get it right. It wasn't always like this, you know? You're pushing me away and I'm about to go. The stress and the pain aren't worth the tears. I've never been so ready to face my fears, To leave this house and all of the pain, too. I'm packing my bags. Goodbye to you.
He was the one who held my hand, And the footprints were his next too mine in the sand, He was the one who tucked me in at night, And when I was scared he would turn on the light, He was the one who drove me too school, And he stuck up for me when people where cruel, He was the one who fought with her, And they argued and shouted and walked out the door, He was the one who never came back, And all I can say is that is that.
"Why?" … You were asked. You promised. Go get her. Her bare bones, broken, piled in the corner, stripped of all cloth, humanity, humility Mock the triviality of this earth. She transcends us all. The shallow hollows where eyes once stared hold the deepest secrets. The scalp, bald from years of brushing while ideas of beauty formulated. The hands, rubbed down to nubs from grip during fear. She is comfort. Security. A Guardian Angel. This is not a doll. This is your daughter's child, her sister, her friend. Her youth. She was there when you weren't. Get her before the ghosts take over. Before the house crumbles. Before you move away. Go get her. You were asked. You promised.
The little girl cries, alone in her room, holding her teddy bear as the dread sets and looms. Crying and shaking, scared to sleep at night, tired of the struggles, tired of the fight. With her mom gone all night, and her dad drunk all day, aching to tell but at what price must she pay? Needing a friend, someone to tell her secrets, someone to pick up all the broken pieces. To walk to school with, to complain when boys are yucky, but no one like her could ever be that lucky. As the tears fill her eyes, and the snot in her nose, her door opens slowly, and the moment there just froze. tiptoeing so quietly, into her room, fear starts to spread swept like a broom. He fondle her blankets, stops at her waist, she is kicking and screaming for that shell get a taste. The man be becomes when he doesn't get his way, she is bleeding so now she must lay. When all is done and finished, she cries on her bed, reliving the nothing that is all left unsaid. Closing her eyes, she hears him downstairs, as she squeezes her teddy out flow the tears. Eying the window perched on the wall, she pictures her life and lets herself fall.
PONDERING-- I seen myself, torn away... I knew, this was going to kill us both... For we seen each other as, someone else... We thought the same, we shared the same feelings, thoughts, and pain... Two broken hearts, two souls, hiding, afraid.. "Why should I Love?.. For this is more pain... I'm afraid... I don't want to hurt, no more... I'm tired of looking and now, I've done it again... I've fallen in love... How can I be so stupid... I guess, I'm just looking forward, to a broken heart... Torment and Pain... Two minds possessing these thoughts... I don't want to live in pain... I deserve a chance... I've proven-- well I tried to prove everything... But it seemed to be so hard, to Prove my Love... Is it the hardest task to prove?.. So stupid to think about, WHY?? Why did so many do me wrong, what did i do??. How do I know, how can I be sure, that this won't happen again??. Is there really someone out there, that understands?? Is there someone out there that actually feels, the way I do?? Is there someone out there for me?? The worlds against me, everyone is out to get me... I wasn't meant to be happy... I was told I was evil... I was told, nobody would ever put up with me... I was always different and hard to understand... I never harmed anyone, never meant to, if I did... But it always seemed that I did... But how?.. I never done anything wrong... But I was accused constantly, over and over... I was the cause of some mishap.... But how?.. I wasn't even around, even near any mistake made... But it turned out to be, my fault... I was easily accused... I took the blame, to avoid a big controversy... I was always wrong... Everything I did, everything I said, and every thought in my head was wrong... "You're not thinking right... Evil thoughts, you speak of evilness... You corrupt, You torment... You destroy and ruin every-ones lives... Bad luck, misfortune..". Nothing I've done was good enough...
Born into a life of wonder and exploring Her parents she looks up to Curious mind roaring her parent adoring What she doesn't know her faith she would soon lose Years grew old as the child grown And her father gives her these looks Her mother wonders but should have know In husband mind what cooks Mother works hard day by day Father sits and waits Father and child they play all day But by then it would be late "Daddy please don't hurt me, get off!" Her voice yells with fright "Only one time I swear" He doesn't really care Next morning comes she wants to die "Mommy why won't her breath Close her eyes and you believe me" "Oh, darling why would you lie?" Believe me "why?" cries Days go one and months go by No one believe her she can't go one She grabs her dad's gun, she begins to cry That father trust is beyond gone She cocks the gun and holds dreams Pulls the trigger and it bring death And the heaven light beams She was raped and it ended her life Because no one listened to her Her life cut short as if by a knife This happened all the time Just listen to the cry
I don't want to live my life in fear What can I do to make you hear Go on and live your life While i carry on in my strife You don't have to worry so much I can live without your crutch It's obvious you don't understand So I'm carrying out what I already had planned You knew this moment would come but not so soon We shed a tear as I look up at the moon Standing in a silenced fight I take my walk in the dead of night
Liquid filled dreams crept through the cool night breeze as a still distant thunder cracked the horizon. I thought to my self that an earth quake must be taking ground for it's sake. Safe over the hill and still quit far up aways my moms home baked cookies broke the day. I had my own "Loc Ness", quite the demon, and as not to sneak snacks was an easyprice to pay. My world began empty and cold as it seemed from one life bring wisdom. Rough enough storm to destroy, every thing that we knew, the tusnami -a wave of a storm. I confess to hearing her laugh what a story this was going to make. Later they tried to pan the bottom of the oceans floor hoping to avoid more. And I will leave you here on your own but then after it's done you'll be home. No matter what you'll stay, but if another one comes Austrailia is that way,my moms arm waved. And I see her begining to stare, her mind was set on wide open to get it all those people saved. I do still answer myself again and again about why if it hurts so bad, The answers all began to be crystal clear and the answer is; She worked hard to make it a decent place to live and storms bad enough they called in the Hubble. A tusnami destroys everything. Everything she loves about her life is in rubble. Based on the idea of how people live, And why she cares when they die, Fighting with intimacy, While they drag the sea to collect people who died, And my mind begins to wonder why the storms taking so long to decide, We are waiting here waiting for another heck of a ride.
Her blonde hair blows in the wind As she sits on top of Dewdrop Hill Tears run down her soft damp cheeks For her mother was recently killed She lays down beautiful fresh flowers Then kisses her mothers grave Tears falling from her bright blue eyes, she stands She then tells herself she needs to be brave Her head down low, she looks up Only to see the perfect angel Her face seems to light up with joy She says aloud your very beautiful Her mother opens her arms for a hug The little girl runs up without a fight They hug forever, never letting go While the mother and daughter reunite
Honey I know I failed you for so many years... I really wanted to take from you sadness and tears... I love you forever and I will forever... I enjoy every moment we have together... I want you to know I didn't want to be away... If I could take it all back I would today. I wasnt the alcholic mom you thought I was... I didn't leave just because... I thought if I just danced one last time we'de be okay... but one turned to many, and the money went away. I really wish I was woman enough to give you your father... But I think he was to young to bother... I am sorry I devorced your dad... I do know it made you sad... I wanted to give you a better world... I love you so much my babygirl. I am sorry I wish I had been a better mom to you... Now I am wanted your heart to be true... I am really sorry and I wish I had made better choices... Instead I was fighting to many voices. Boo, I am really sorry I hurt you I wish for you I had made better choices. I never wanted to hurt you or leave you behind. I hope you know you are part of my happyness I will never give up again.
Looking through old photo boxes I happen to trip upon High School memories of my Mother Resound off the walls, faded edges Finger printed memoirs sigh between the creases Of the emerald green sofa Laughing, fashionable, full of vitality Mother to me, was A friend, a mentor, a lover, to somebody else Seeing how she had a life, before this family I felt the pregnant tears start to fall Each weighing about 6 pounds or so 8 ounces, ten fingers, ten toes Perfect forms of some sort of therapeutic Amends for a mistake made years ago Taking a solitary race down my face But I never cry I get this kind of strength from my Mom How is it that I don't even know who you are? Standing in front of the sink Washing crusty dishes and wiping off crude recollections On windows, what is really behind, Those beautiful slanted eyes I see in those photos? The All American Dreamer A photographer Capturing moments in a single shot Of insight, imagining her Tiny frame spending hours in the developing room Crimson passion running, igniting, illuminating her face Dripping, re-dipping negatives, cutting and pasting To make the world just a bit more beautiful A touch more understanding An image to make us human How could she sacrifice everything? For a bundle now grown and barely appreciating Her surrender of a perfect dream, such ambition Why did she accept being pregnant at 18 years old With a wide open road and an never ending horizon Car packed, engine on blasting her favorite Madonna song Instead she turned around and walked toward Home, with a baby in her stomach, returning her rose colored aviator glasses For reality tinted ones Sacrificing one life for another She turned around to Work a 9 to 5 job on minimum wage, She turned around to come home to Such an ungrateful child Mother, Unaccounted for, beautiful soul Stuns me with radiance, such sweet Abandon, selflessness, I want to grow up to be just like her
I am sorry For my misery. Yet now I feel that Inner hope is still real And I regret having all that sadness, But now I've let it out And without a doubt. I now release my inner gladness. For you all have been here Inside my heart And I now refuse to part From the world. Because no matter how Much pain I go through There's something left to gain And no I won't let my past Cause me anymore misery, Because you will always Be with me.
He was a gunslinger from the lone star state, With a mind full of anger and a heart full of hate. He wore two six shooters,one on each hip, With the notches of the dead cut into the grip. The eyes of this gunslinger showed no emotion or fear, Every one kept there eyes on him when he was near. Then along came a stranger,with a star upon his chest, Looking for the man from the deep southwest. He called the man out from the lone star state. He knew that talking was useless,his words would carry no weight. As they pulled there guns,the gunslinger gave it his best. But the bullet that struck first was from the man with the star on his chest. When the gunslinger hit the ground,the marshal asked him why, The man from the lone star state showed emotion and shed a tear from his eye. She was just a kid when the gang rode into town, She was barely sixteen,why did they gun her down. You finally put me to rest,the anger and hate will finally subside, And as the gunslinger past away,the marshal finally knew why.
She's running….run faster, Maybe he won't catch you, Run…I'm not going anywhere, Oh no he's getting closer, Please help! He has me in is arms, Why won't he stop? Run…! Run..! Why can't I scream…? Maybe louder maybe kicks or bites, Nothings helping, Run…run, Try to get away, No one sees him, No one sees it, How? Why? Running, running into the dark, No! God no! Maybe if I had a gun, Yes, I'll shoot, Shoot, me, no him, BANG..! I'm dead. ……..he's still there.
Trying to forget what she's seen for years She starts to cry She's 13 and ready to leave Without even saying good-bye Her parents have beat her black and blue Not saying or telling her why She looks around the room one last time And lets out a little sigh Leaving this time would bot be harder Since she's done this thing before She picks up her bag And walks right out the door She doesn't know where she's going She doesn't care But she knows one thing for sure She's never coming back She whispers a soft good-bye
How could you help bring me into this world and not take care of me. 17 years later still no sign of u anywhere. you and mom bailed out not given a shit about me never in a million years would I think of this ever happening. If I ever see u or even get the chance to meet u, I will tell u that I hate u and I never want to see u. Dad don't u care anything about me, well just to let u know I am doing just fine without u. Growing up without a Father is something that hurts but I learned to live without u.
My daughter and I Were rock climbing one morning We got up real high I reached the top of the rock And awaited my daughter Something went bad wrong Her rope came completely loose And she was falling I grabbed rope hard and tightly But she was slipping away I started to fall Caught myself nearly the end I heard a small voice Yelling up to me, pleading "Save yourself, just let me go" And I had to… Russell Sivey This is a fictitious poem . No events actually took place in my life. Entrant into Lisa Hiatt ~Dark Poetess "Letting go " contest 3/30/2012
All this anguish in my heart, Conflict tears my sole apart, The pain I feel does not compare, To the loss I feel when she's not there. I wish so much to hold her close, If not her then her ghost, Each day goes by in a clouded mist, Another razor at my wrist, The days are bright and pretty birds sing, Yet in my head their voices ring, Blinded by this misery, So confused it baffles me! Maybe one day we shall meet again, I hope that's when the pain will end, But for now I sit and cry, Because we had to say good bye.
Her consistancy finally persuaded you to stay, it still upsets me sometimes that she convinced you to treat your only daughter this way, i know her addiction must be very tough, and i know crystal is her name i used to look up to you, i used to tell my friends how lucky i was to have a dad like you, but, that was the past befoure, meth became your soul, befoure you spun out of control, i don't know if you ever think about the pain you have caused, my innocent soul shattered to pieces, my heart broken while, my eyes were wide open, no morphine can stop this uncontorolable pain, all the traumatizing memories consantly racking threw my insecure teenae brain, i thought you could fight the addiction, but, the truth is, you love her more than you love me, i never knew you would fail me like this, you looked me straight into my tear filled eyes and you and crystal told me a lie, crystal has took away your honor of being called dady now your just my biological father, she will follow you to your death bed, while your laying there alone and so filled with fear, you'r personality always filled with blame, its so sad to know she put you to shame and you can only blame yourself you will not let her go; so i must say good bye
The thoughts of you, brings tears to my eyes. The tiny eyes, that I'll never get to look into. The tiny hands, I'll never get to hold. My heart breaks, when I think about, the tiny heart I'll never get to feel, the tiny voice I'll never get to hear, the tiny body I'll never get to hold closely. So tiny, So small. but our love for you, so strong.
I'm the ugliest girl in the world I hide on the outside With make up With curls When I'm thin people like me Congratulations! What an achievement For abandoning myself When I'm fat, people like me Ugliness peeks through So witty! So smart! So talented! Thank god she's fat! In between Mother says with mother bias What a pretty face Father says with male bias I'm an 8 out of 10 Thanks, Dad Lovers know what I want to hear But won't say It will seem false It will be false After all I am the ugliest girl in the world Lovers compliment others Words never said to me For I am ugly If I had the right kind of knife I'd carve an X into my face Diagonal Right to left Diagonal Left to right X-ed out Then there would be no question It's the wondering that kills me Maybe, maybe it doesn't matter Maybe, maybe I'm pretty This woman lives in me, somewhere Battling my ugly Battered by my ugly In me, two people who despise each other No one sees my wounds Agonizing wars, b*tches brawl If I had the right kind of knife I'd cut them right out of my chest Leaving a void Where the pain was A void My ugly pain MY ugly Where would I be without my ugly?
My tears began to flow like the blood from my ****** when he raped me. It's crazy how he looks into my eyes & can't seem to see himself. The spitting image of him, I wonder if he was raped like he's raping me. With every thrust it feels like my insides are being ripped apart and life begins to seep out of my body. He starts to pant & jerk letting me know he is done. As he leaves the room, I am too weak to move. Closing my eyes, I begin to pray, "Dear Lord please hear my cries". I know my mother who's in the room next to me hears my cries but is to highed up to even care. She ignores the fact that my ****** looks played with, abused, and misused. MY OWN FATHER RAPED ME & my mother ignored it.
Love starts From heart Sown daily For my baby One look Got hooked Only twelve Southern belle Were apart How tart Lives with dad Oh how sad Shes my baby Quite the little lady Hope she understands This was not in my plans For God only knows As my tears flows Please forgive me My little Jenny Tribute To My Jenny Rose Mama Loves You Peanut Note - Due to my unknown illness my little girl lives with her dad and it keeps me from being a full time mom to her for when medicated I lay in a unconscious state up to 9 hrs I been suffering for over 20 yrs now and there is no cure just ways to make sickness bearable with injections to tush lol Also Entry For John Heck's Love It Heals & Hurts Contest
On the day of July nine In the year of ninety and six. Her heart was so pure and so fine But too weak for the surgeon to fix. Her eyes still shown bright as day But her frail body had wasted away Her smile as warm as the love That she gave through Jesus above She knew she would not pull through But not one moment of sadness or blue Did she cast to her loved ones there Who waited and prayed for her care The Day was the twelfth of July The hours ticked endlessly by Many friends and family too People I never knew Came to say their farewells To a sister who with Jesus now sails On a peaceful and gentle tide To ever abide at his side As the service came to a close And the time was as everyone knows To cover her body with earth Though her spirit had now a new birth From out of the crowd stepped a child Who's heart like her grandmother's was mild She picked up a shovel and prayed As everyone stood there dismayed Some tried to keep her from her task She looked to her Grandpa with eyes that ask He said to those who had tried To stop this child at the side Of her grandmother's still open grave With shovel in hand and heart so brave Let her be was his reply She's strong enough I won't deny She then began her chosen task Permitted to do what her heart had ask Shovel by shovel and tear by tear Her respect paid true to a lady so dear At the tender young age of only ten This little girl whose life has been Directed and sculpted by the events of that day And by the grandmother who taught her to pray Just ten precious years she shared with her here But forever in her heart her grandmother is near I am the mother of this brave little child And never has any heart been so mild The day was the twelfth of July And to my Mother I said good bye A new strength was shown to me that day In the child I had birthed and taught to play Grandmother's shoes are not easy to fill But with a heart of gold and the strength and will She to this day has been my best friend In absence of Mother my rock to the end Now twelve years later a woman full grown No longer here with me, elsewhere on her own No matter the distance in miles or in time She still fills the shoes of that Mother so fine And knowing her task will never be done She looks to the Heaven's, The Father, The Son But also she looks for a glimpse now and then From the Grandmother she knows will hold her again
It's 3:15 am and you're out walking the street Been a long night for you, treated like fresh meat Only sixteen, shaking your stuff for the boys Moving that tight can with your bag full of toys A john here and there, what the hell, just another lay Use me, rape me, push it in deep, whatever you have to say Your old man's got three other tarts; it is his trick of the tail All young hot girls on the street, fresh meat for sale You're just another runaway, sometimes getting beat Too close to the fire, you're gonna get burned, you don't even feel the heat One night a trick goes bad, they find you the next day dead The last thing going through your mind was something your momma always said Baby girl, don't get yourself in the world alone and lost You have no idea what it will do, no measure of the cost
In the restless fifties, teens had to face many realities: join the draft and go to war or rebel and bear absurdities, the neutral ones stayed in college and avoided penalties; oh for God's sake, why should any youngster fight enemies? Hippies rebelled against the government and shouted obscenities; they wanted to smoke pot, make love and have lots of babies. When Motherland calls her soldiers, there are no certainties... either you fight to survive, or you surely die without strategies. All mothers cried as they departed to meet their destinies; did anyone hear them whispering those rules to assure safeties? The young soldiers did, not discarding hopes and possibilities. The Vietnam War was a long one, stretching into the seventies; many didn't return, some did to enjoy serenities and liberties... and proud they were to have served well, shunning insecurities.
Why must I always strive to make you happy? When you always make fun of me? Always put me down? Why must I put my life on hold to do something you want for me? When you always tell me I'm stupid? And always call me names? Why do I love you, And put up with you *****24/7? Is it because your family? Or because I have to? I'm tired of this so-called life. Having no say in what I do. Where I go, Or even who my friends are. I'm to the point to where I'm ready to leave. Leave you. Leave the world. So tired of you and your crap, I'm ready to fall asleep, and never wake up. You expect me to be someone I'm not. Your disappointed that I'm me, And that I'm not changing for you. I shouldn't have to change for you. Your my mother, and my father. And you should accept me as I am. I've tried to change. I quit drinking. I even quit smoking pot. For you. I've done everything I can do to try to get you to like me. But nothing I do is good enough for you. Why do I bother? I could of been gone a long time ago. Could of put me, and you, out of misery. Could of made your life, and mine, more peaceful, and happier. But because I don't want to hurt the ones in my life who actually care, I put up with you. Yeah, I smoke again. And drink again too. But its the only way I can face you. Face you everyday, and keep my sanity. I'm not doing it for me. And I'm sure not doing it for you. Im doing it for my friends and family that care. And you, are neither. You one was, But no longer do I care about What you do, or say, or even feel. Your dead to me. Maybe when you lose me for good, You'll realize how good of daughter i could of been, That I wanted to be. But couldn't be because when I tried, I disappointed you. Everything I did, and do, Is a disappointment to you. Everything I say or think, You frown upon. I'm sorry I'm not perfect. But if you can't accept me as I am, You don't deserve me.
Your words, yes, came to me in a chilling joy. Notions of your affirmation of our union came, With jubilation along with sadness, my victory, My salute of knowledge, you held no love for me. I was the object of comforting happiness within. Since a carriage of a life, you knew, was not mine. However, I had begged God in Heaven for the chance. A chance for you to learn to love me, as I did you, I felt love at times as we lived together in our lie. You said you learned to love me, was that another lie. I never felt that we were living in a lie, together. Those were your words, not mine, after you fled. I made mistakes, you made mistakes, and we shared them. You left me. Saying you did not love me anymore. That I had killed our love with my final misinterpretation, Nevertheless, you would not let me go, you returned to haunt me. You returned to charm and deceive my affections so real. You burned my sincerity; you carved my spirit deeply. You kept me drifting in life without any hope or pride. Maybe I deserved some of what you delivered upon me. Maybe I was ashamed of the discrimination of my night. Whatever, was between us, should have been between us. Not the child who was your mistake and my Gods sent. She was innocent, caught between your lie, my emotion. Our marriage might have been a lie, though our child, truth. Truth that some prayers are answered, given in faith and love.
I killed my son I sacrificed my little one So I could continue to party He was to be just like his daddy Smile and chase girls like his many god-daddies I killed my daughter It's like I brought my baby girl to the beach And held her head under the water Like I put poison in her bottle I gave my seed cyanide in a water bottle Heartless bastard What kind of man kills his seed What possesses his heart to commit such a deed Lord forgive your son and daughter Who killed her son Who killed his daughter We slit his wrists Though there were no wrists to slit Yet we put razors to her tiny hands Cause he would mess up our plans We should've made it work Looking back I'd make it not hurt To take her life I would've done my baby right I'd been just like my daddy Teach my boy to swim Teach him to shave and drive I'd teach my baby girl to ride her bike Tell her that little boys were evil I want my "daddy's girl" I want my son to see this world Parents from two islands, paradise Life would be a walk through paradise But our seed is gone That dream is done That nightmare now relived Spiritual pain now received Mommy's gone Our love is done We sacrificed you To murder our love We sacrificed our love To murder you
`Honor thy father and mother` ~Ten Commandments it is She who has given birth to me, it is He who has worked to raise me, it is They who have given me life and kept me alive. I should be expressing my eternal gratitude, My undying respect and sworn obedience, yet what do I do? Their kindness and love, I forsake, Their faces, weary from working to support me, I curse at, The loyalty, respect and gratitude they deserve, I forget. I bury myself with guilt, I don`t know how to ask forgiveness, I find it hard to express my feelings with honesty. I have at least filial piety, Obligated by nature and by God, to honor my parents. Yet till now I always curse them when I don`t mean to, I answer back before I stop my cursed mouth, and I don`t give them to honor they deserve. I am the worst daughter, I have the best parents, I cry myself to sleep.
Down memory lane, I waited in vain For your sweet smile To come even for a while. But all that came then, Was the whispering wind from heaven, Blowing in a slow processing of light, With echoes of your name in the darkling night. Buzzing breeze breathing webs of cloud, Shows wakeful sorrows clad in mournful shroud.
"Don't forget to take your dose." My stomach in knots, as I shakily spoke. "Baby, you know my death is coming close." "But mommy, I don't want you to go." Doctors walked past, Blurs of white stepping in and out fast, As my mother and I tried to make the night last, Pulling out memories and revisiting the past. All of our 'remember when's', Made me wish I was there again, Back when I thought there was time to spend, With my mom, on who I could always depend. "Why'd this have to happen now?" My lips trembled as thoughts were spoken aloud. "How can we change it, baby? Please, tell me how." "Cancer can't take you! It's not allowed!" I crawled up beside her, Beside my hero, my mother, I heard the slow heart of my source of will-power, And cursed the sickness that absorbed and devoured. My mind rushed with things I needed to say, Secrets that I kept so they'd stay out of the way. But I was cut short as time ticked away, And only one memory in my mind began to play. "Remember when I started to cry, That one day you never told me goodbye? I always knew it was a silly reason why, But you came back anyways and this was your reply." "My pretty little princess, I love you! And I will always know you love me too. So if I forget to say bye, please don't be blue, Because our bond is strong and will always stay true." The memory made up for things I couldn't tell her, And in this moment it made me feel the slightest bit better. But yet all these emotions were flooding like water, As I knew I was going to lose my mommy forever. "I promise I love you baby, that's all you need to know," And this time it was her voice that shakily spoke. "I'm not scared of death, I'm just scared of letting you go." She winced in pain, death was too close. "Mommy!" I screamed, scared out of my mind. She smiled, then it faded as she laid there and died. It's indescribable what loss and longing I felt inside, My mind went numb as I couldn't bring myself to cry. I need you, I want you, I miss you… I love you mommy. Dedicated to all who have lost their moms. In sickness or old age, Whatever it may have been, This is for you.
She stares out the car window Solemn and quiet Compared to the heated argument That just erupted in the front seat... She daydreams Waiting for the day she can leave; Get away from this living hell Far as she can run Make her own decisions; Her own life Out from under Daddy's thumb... Its always the same; The fights, Then stony silence for days The hidden bruises The pain- Physical and emotional hurt- Hypocritical lectures from ''The Master'' (Daddy) Ruined relationships; She lives with a broken heart- Broken and half-way healed So many times It feels like it was never whole- Tears trickle down her cheeks She quickly rubs them away Before Daddy sees. And she daydreams again...
We're Greatly Influenced By Our Society We're greatly influenced by our society. Our culture comes in many types of "varieties." Often, there is a wicked and sinful force.. As people forget God, and look to another "source." Too often, many in society have "confused" minds. Evil and perversion come in many different kinds We often read in the news just about every day. Something that another "confused" mind has to say. "Where did this person go wrong?" Is wondered. Another family or person is "torn and plundered." "If my people humble themselves, and repent of their ways." "I will heal their land!" This is what God says! Without God as the focus of our life's attention. We're sure to go "off course." Into the wrong direction. "There is a way that seems right." "But the end is death." This is a truth of God's word… Until your last breath! Jesus is the answer to any kind of difficult situation. We desperately need him all across our nation! Only he brings the love and fulfillment we need to obtain. We can find everything we need in HIS precious name! By Jim Pemberton
Young teenage girls Falling for these kinds of boys Giving up themselves All just for the taste of love Next thing you know They don't come back tomorrow Yesterday was today Today was another day When will they stop? And realize That these young boys Are just here to destroy What's really yours All they want is more and more If not they'll walk out of the door They just want to know you from head to toe Thiers nothing for you to hide Except the shame inside Sex isn't the answer All these young boys want is pleasure But love is much louder Than the pressure Of just wanting to be perfect Just for him When will they open their eyes? And realize That there's more to life Then falling in love At this young age right now And somehow They seem so blind It really makes me want to cry They use us as sex object Sex is their subject And we don't listen to our friends But just want to please him Young teenage girls Falling for these kinds of boys Giving up themselves All just for the taste of love Next thing you know They don't come back tomorrow Yesterday was today Today was another day When will they stop?
To whoever finds my letter, or even reads my words I know what to say, but i know I'll never be heard I sit on this shore road, all alone and afraid My exams are a nightmare, can't even make my grades Who can i turn to, where can i go I'm so far behind, the other kids say I'm slow The lure of the shoreline, inviting waters of end What will i find there, for who will i befriend To my mama and papa, i do love you so From your loving daughter, with the waters I'll flow http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-3.php
Saying sorry to your daughter, the words seem empty never enough. I raised my voice I made her cry, a solitary tear trickled from her eye. In my weakness a red mist rises, and now a flow of weeping tears cascades. I have a go about her behaviour, yet it's me who has slipped up. I say a prayer asking forgiveness from my gentle loving saviour. I'm ashamed and to blame for a little girl hurt, I should have walked in gentleness instead I walked by this world. I asked her forgiveness and cuddles, and of course she forgave me, it's time I let go and let the lord truly lead me.
While on patrol Down by the beach A shadow in the water Just out of my reach It's off a young girl About sixteen years old What would have troubled her For her life to fold We report it in And await the coroners van To unscramble this enigma As to why this all began Down at the morgue Through her belongings we look A bracelet we find And her diary book We check on the computer Under the missing persons file This girl so young Still a juvenile We sit and ponder At her watery stray This girl so young She's a runaway We head back to the patrol car For we have sad news to tell How do you tell her parents For inside me it dwells We knock on the door And her mother appears May we please come in As her smile disappears On the beach front tonight A young girl was found In the shallows by the pier I'm so very sorry, she drowned On the way back to the precinct I'm thinking of home Of my own young daughter Pray-fully, she'll never roam A week has passed Since they laid her to rest They said, look after your daughter I sure will mam, I'll do my best http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-4.php
It was a day for joyful tears. It was a day for newborn fears. My daughters' Confirmation I am so proud. I speak of her to others, and I speak loud. AS we left the service, my eyes never looked down. I never saw that June Bug crawling upon the ground. My daughter stepped upon him, while sunning on a rock. His face, his legs, and one antennae crushed; he was in shock. Daddy, Daddy, please fix him. I became Doctor Daddy, to appease my daughters' whim. I picked up the June Bug, left his antenna, legs, and face in stone. My daughter spoke softly, I know he does not live alone. The saline glistening tear running down my cheek. My dearest darling daughter, heed the words I speak. This June Bug suffered so much pain : to let him die would be Humane. On the quiet ride home, I could see my daughter ponder. Then she said to me , DADDY : I wonder. When we go to hospital, to see GRANDMA-- Will you be HUMANE ?
The sins of the father Are visited upon the son But the failings of the mother Come calling as well. I hear the blows land From down the hallway Helpless to intervene Powerless to prevent them. One decision from the past Haunts everyday. Reiterating my dual failings As both a mother and a daughter.
I saw tears in my baby girls eyes today I heard her whisper, mama can you hear me She said mama, I really miss you and need you hear She said can you see the flowers mama, here beneath this tree And as I listened, I heard my baby girl say Mama they're your favorite color, can you see them from above And as I knelt down beside her, I said mama loves roses I told her when it rains, it's mama sending her love When mama's happy, mama cries with raindrops Yes, mama cries with raindrops So when the flowers bloom so big and bright Always remember, mama cries with raindrops Mama cries with raindrops I saw a smile on my baby girls face today Heard her whispering, mama it's been awhile She said mama, I planted some new flowers just for you She said mama can you smell the flowers, beside this dirt pile Just then raindrops started to fall A soft white cloud moved in over the yard above My baby girl turned to me with a big smile and said Daddy look, mama's sending her love When mama's happy, mama cries with raindrops Yes, mama cries with raindrops So when the flowers bloom so big and bright Always remember, mama cries with raindrops Mama cries with raindrops
Mistakes are born in sterile rooms...alone in isopropyl fumes Beneath a spray of congratulations Aware of darker connotations Mistakes by fools who lose their gloves...fools in grade school, not in love confirming all the allegations Provoking late night altercations These, mistakes not forgive: not put to bed like little fibs No, you will grow to rue that day when you realize what you walked away from.
The women stood in front of the table Her sad hands Empty Hallow With nothing she looked at her daughter smiles and laughter i wish her the best nothing less the sun shines on your golden hair i love you, dear Dont get hurt promise me you wont take my hand one last time forever more say that you must smile dance laugh sing just promise me you will dream when i fade to grey you are getting older you have a life children of your own you start to cry clutch to my hand ill never leave im always here Clinging...
Oh little one, for you I stand Oh little one, your life I defend A voice that can no longer be heard Justice for you, I will not be deterred All my waking hours and they have been long I fight for a verdict, I must be strong For at the end it is you that I see Justice for a beautiful and precious Caylee God has taken you home, here you were not deserved Suffer no longer, for now judgment reserved The punishment we seek here on earth was not meant to be An unfocused jury has set your killer free But I know that one day and hopefully soon She will stand before God and his wrath she'll consume An angel you are and always will be The Lord took your hand and set you free Rest in peace Caylee Marie Anthony
Many times you left me out to dry dangling from a string. I can't comprehend why you don't control your urge. I know every night at midnight you sneak out and splurge. Before that smokey pipe you were so full of youth. Now your eyes are grey and bleak,cutting into the cold hard truth. What's left of you now is hopeless and dim. Daddy,will you ever find your peace with Him. It's so baffling when you smoke your crack. Each time you leave I wonder if your coming back.
I see her image sitting over there, all alone Streaming tears running down her cheeks, on her face Her soft little whimpering voice, a babies tone I remember when she said c'mon daddy, let's have a race It was her first time that she played, in the yard outside I still recall her great big smile, on her tiny face And the tears that ran down her cheek, when she cried Because she tore her brand new dress, with the pink lace She always was my little Angel, my only child But I still cry when I remember, how mommy died giving birth But those pains somehow went away, when my baby smiled Oh how it was so cute that day, she caught a fish It was only three inches long, but to her it was just something sticky And how she loved taking flowers, to her Mommy's grave She always made me smile and laugh, when she said daddy Mommy's stone needs some paint, that it's old and gray Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came And how they took my baby girl, along home with them Oh how the stars did shine that night, up in the sky And how the day was dark, when we buried her Now all I have are memories, of her smiling face In the photograph hanging on the wall, and beside my bed Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came And when they took my baby girl, home with them My heart did break that dreadful day, by a truck As she ran out to get her ball, into the street And when I picked her up she hugged my neck, where she was struck I held her so tight to me, rapped in a sheet She said daddy it'll be o.k., as I wiped blood from her feet She said mommy says we'll be waiting, with God in heaven I'll never forget how my heart was broke, there in the street That day I lost my pride and joy, to some drunken men Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came And how they took my baby girl, along home with them Oh how the stars did shine that night, up in the sky And how the day was dark, when we buried her Now all I have are memories, of her smiling face In the photograph hanging on the wall, and beside my bed Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came And when they took my baby girl, home with them Oh! I still recall that dark sad day, when the Angels came And how they took my baby girl, along home with them Oh how my tears did fall that day, the Angels came And when they took my baby girl, home with them ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This Is a sad song, Not a true story
The crowd surrounded the side of the road Looking at the scene. An old man shouted on a young lady He ordered her to keep quiet. But the lady was very sturbborn. She pounced on her opponent, A man, a big man, she bit the man on his biceps The man showed the arm, with blood, to the old man. The old man slapped his daughter. The young lady pushed her old man. The old man fell in the hands of the crowd. The big man saw this he then attacked the lady. The crowd had tried to stop the big man, But two were deposited on the lady's face. The lady's eyes had sworn and her lips was blood. The lady's supporters moved away to call another huge man. Before the huge man came the lady had off her blouse. Her bra was exposed as she was ready to die. When her boyfriend came, he attacked the big man with a green bottle. It landed on the big man's head unhappily. Her boyfriend then stabbed the big man in the stomach. The police came, then the crowd scattered and the police made no arrest. That was the end. Because the old man wanted her daughter the big man, and the lady wanted to marry her own boyfriend. That was the flesh of the contention. Nobody in the world knew this. It was only God, me and the reader.
Open your eyes It's time to pay attention Take a good look at your life And it's deteriorating condition No one can run indefinitely Your soul will succumb to exhaustion All that you fear, you must confront eventually Escaping reality forever is not possible I know you don't want to lose everything And you haven't any time to waste You're not the only one who's suffering Just how long do you think she can wait You gave up your right to self-indulgence When you made the choice to give life to another There's no excuse for such indolence Now that you have become somebody's mother As you inject away her future I hope you feel more than just a little shame If you don't stop you are going to lose her This is her life that you're laying to waste
Always wearing white, Who knew she was an angel? Her friends had no clue, But one day she flew away, Higher than than the planes she flies.
Hello Daddy..... Yes..... it's your little girl. It's so hard..... to say these things, So I thought..... I'd send this e-mail. If I ran away from home..... would you care? If I used drugs..... would you be there? My life went to hell..... when Mom died. You said you'd be there..... but you lied. I feel like a homeless child..... on the street. Why do i have to beg..... at your feet? You're my Daddy..... and I do need you. I thought..... that you needed me too. So daddy..... could you spend some time with me? Your new girlfriend..... just doesn't see. That your little girl..... is hurting deep inside. She is nice..... and yes Daddy I tried. But Daddy..... I hunger for your love. And the pressure of all my friends..... is so hard They steal..... and do lots of drugs. And i'm afraid i'll do them tomorrow..... in the schoolyard. Daddy it's hard to tell you things..... I could tell Mom. But I was raped..... by your friend Don. He said to never tell you..... but I'm not ready. Daddy..... I'm going to have his baby. Oh, Daddy..... I hope you know what to do. Because..... I really do love you Your Little Girl ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wrote this about neglect and abuse.
Through the clouds toward the bright light. The gates of Heaven are in sight. No more sadness no need to roam. No more earth Heaven`s my "forever home." The angelic choir sins my favorite hymns. Saint Peter comes over to let me in. I look at the streets of gold. in the distance God`s mansion I behold. God calls me he knows my name. I`m so happy now no more pain. out stretched arms he welcomes me home. "well done my daughter I`m glad your home."
foolish within that shows through the skin, you're hopeless but hoping for the worst for me. I don't care for you, and never will. You will see when you burn in hell, in the future near you'll see that I wasn't the one wrong, so don't try to be sincere. You think it's all about you, when the truth is no one wants anything to do with you. You've already over thought it all, and now you're all alone starring at the wall. I bet you realize now that the pain you feel you caused yourself. Within in all, comes the suffering of withdraw. All the pills that you've swallowed won't save your sorrow.
I don't understand, how i'm blame to be the biggest sin the world can see. you're little tall tails, you try and make the people believe are all hopeless, just like the heart inside of you beats. i'm breathing like i always do, i'm not gonna miss a single breath over you. when you're the one, that's suppose to be here for me, even when death captures the life of me. sadly, you're mistaken, for the life you've overtaken. the life of a drugged out temptresses is not a life to lead, thats why you aren't my example of the future to me. i don't want to be the one that is always the one to plead, for money, for sex, for looks, oh you're something i've learned to not be from those certain books. you weren't there for me to write, when you were suppose to be, the introduction author about the life of me. the life of me, how interesting can that be? well, i must say, you helped me be able to write about a girl who has been terribly betrayed. where's my mother, the one whose suppose to be like none other? you gave me no one, but myself to look up too.
Since we were young hes always been the one the families all seen it hes ur favorite son he can go to rehab and get in trouble to he can do what he wants but thats okay with you im sorry im not his daughter im sorry you hate me so much im sorry im not perfect i rather not keep in touch although u may deny it deep down you know its true everyone else sees it why can't you see it to i didn't mean to take advantage im depressed all the time although you may not see it faking a smile is my crime of all the *****i've been thru and all the *****you have done i thought that you would be there but no your there for your son if i could have a wish him i would come from cause maybe then you would love me and i wouldn't feel so dumb you may read this note and you probably will get mad but now you know my pain and you would know my heart is sad all i wanted was for your love and your blessing to but theres not enough room for me cause hes your favorite son its true so im erasing you from my life im going to try to move on cause this pain i feel is real and i just want it gone so farewell to you mother i hope you have a great life i hope your man is the one maybe you'll be his wife but your just a distant memory a shadow from the past was it all worth it the hatred spell you cast although i shed my tears i wipe them away with sorrow maybe i'll be someones favorite i hope for a better tomorrow
The only way to avenge her ghosts Was to become a ghost herself Forever haunts her own lonely heart That she left on her bedroom shelf Their emotions in a tangle The room began to swirl She was mummys perfect angel And daddys little girl Scared of failure she lost it all The fire in her eyes was out The will to live she failed to grasp Her bloodless veins in drought Now in the solitary churchyard The lonely gravestone stands A little girl lies far below Two ice cold grasping hands
One more sad word and a tear would roll, One more sad story and the whole world, Would collapse on its own weight upon the shoulder Of one with neither sister nor brother; Raised to stand strong, to stand alone, —but never to live lonely. Deserving of love and not any less Yet loved lesser than those who deserved less; Attending to the needs of whose attention is needed: The orphan with parents.
To the man who was never there There are moments that can never be relived Those are the moments that you'll never remember My first day of school, my first crush, my first date, my first prom, and my high school graduation All of these you've missed And I will always remember that you did Tears were happy and sad The fact that I am always your daughter But you have never taken the time to really be my dad I've done everything but I cant anymore I may be your daughter but I wont fight for your time or you anymore My tears are done, my anger finished Soon I'll be married and my last name changed Its time that I relinquish and give up a long ago Lost Fight
sweetest heart forever loved death can not tear us apart guiding wind unsung songs forever kind in my heart you you will always belong i miss you everyday without you my world is blue i love you true my precious child
After millions of seconds, every second seeming, much longer than the other. All we wanted was good news, all we wanted was you... A night with little excitement only listening to the music, and watching stars make lame jokes, my sister and I heard a ring, only faint cause the phone was outside. Praying that everything was all right we only wanted you safe, we hear a sob from my mom. As the moment my life fell apart the good news never came. You ran, you jumped, you swam, you quit. Why? I don't understand. We still haven't stopped asking questions, Why you? Why us? Why then? Those questions will never be answered. It's been almost five years Why?! When you left you took a part of us with you, My mom says hello, Can you say hello to Ashley for me? I hope you take her camping, and watch the stars at in the sky. I hope everything's alright. I know your dad came to join you, Does it make you happy when people join you, maybe that's what was going through my sisters mind, maybe we all miss you more than you'd expect Ever since you've been gone, there has been a silence, never questioned cause we don't want to face the truth I wonder if you had more time if you wouldn't have done it, do you regret it, or do you like the silence in the clouds. We will never understand why you ran. Life hasn't been the same since, it's gone done hill from there, you will always be in my thoughts.
I used to wonder What you sounded like What you looked like Why you weren't here For so long, I thought my punishment from God for all the wrong I was GONNA do, was your absence. I wondered if I were simply a mistake of two teenagers who didn't know their head from their a$$es. I used to ask about you, a lot. I was either sent outside to play or given a look that told me I shouldn't even be asking. So I stopped and simply accepted what I had And I always had plenty, Even when I was too ungrateful to realize it. I let thoughts of you go During what I call 'The Dark Years' The years when I'd hardened my heart and my mind The years when I felt like my life was founded on rejection and pain The years when I didn't care about much of anything, including myself My teens and early twenties weren't much fun at all. Then something happened I became a mother The father proved that he wasn't ready to be a father I entered the real world I got a better understanding of what you and Mommy just have faced A better understanding of the responsibility it brings Over the years I've matured I've gotten smarter I've grown into a woman And my mind came back to you I started again to wonder What you looked like What you sounded like If you thought of me, like I was thinking of you My wonderment got the best of me and I replaced it with a need to know To know If you were still alive If you lived close or far If you were a fine, upstanding person Or some cracked out drunken loser Not that any of it really mattered I just needed to know So I began my search For answers For closure For my father. Each leg of my search brought me new revelations. You were still alive You were married You had other children And finally An exact location It took courage I didn't have even know I had to send that letter It took even more to answer that first phone call Stomach flipping Heart pumping With a simple "hello" A door opened To my past To my future To the unanswered parts of me To my father Now that I'm here I don't regret a moment lost I know that time cannot be replaced But a new, improved future can be made. And with you, my father I'm looking forward to it.
Ruth wasn't more than seventeen, the cutest girl I had ever seen; a drunk driver collided head-on with a Buick Regal at an excessive speed. That intoxicated man had smoked weed... he once was a clean, responsible son. Yesterday her mom was so proud of a boy so mannered and tame, today she's gotten a share of the horrendous shame; he's not aware of the horrifying crash, he continues to laugh; while in the passenger's seat of the other car Ruth bleeds to death. The nearest hospital' ambulance comes within five minute's time, the car radio is still playing that song with perfect rhyme; Ruth's face is covered with blood and pieces of glass, and her mom tries to wipe them off with a towel as white as her dress. She hopes that those paramedics would save her, but she has no pulse,...how heart-wrenching is Ruth's mother despair! Why did he drink irresponsibly, get behind the wheel and enter the opposite lane? Didn't he know that a car is a weapon that often takes the life of an innocent person? " So sorry for my son's negligence and impairment, I will share your deep pain." Will's mom apologizes in an attempt to comfort her while sunlight brings on the dawn.
I heard on the news Another two are lost That makes 206 Is there, a whatever the cost We are there to assist A country so reft Inner fighting To help the rest of the left Guerrilla warfare Tactically strong Thousands of miles Where we don't belong The people we vote in Would they go in their place To show their people Dying is no disgrace I will never allow My children to fight A war so improper A conflict not right To show our presence As we parade their land A remote explosion Blown up on demand How can we serve A regime so unfair They can starve their women Because he can't have her there To fight for their freedom As they fight themselves The decision should be made To save ourselves The Russians failed So now we try Coalition troops In daily die The modern wars Will always be run No color or religion Ever stopped a bullet from a gun http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war.php
i may not be a mahammod ali but my words will float like a butterfly and sting like a bee now there was this baby girl who was so unaware and didnt understand why daddy used to run his fingers through her hair and lay next to her while tuggin at her underwear See mommy never knew what was going on because sixteen hours out of a twenty four day mommy was gone and know it is two days before her daughters tenth birthday baby girl is dreedin it like its about to be her worse day daddy touchin her in inapproriate places was the first phase suddenly her mother realizing her daughter is always in a daze happy birthday to you happy birthday to you happy birthday dear alexis happy birthday to you as i close my eyes and begin to make my wish dear lord please dont let daddy ask me for another kiss visions of the past came into my mind daddy touching me down there until my vagina bleeds puttin his body parts on mine tellin me its okay no daddy! it is not okay you have made me into the monster that stands before you today good night alexis i hope you enjoyed yo birthday her mother calls i have to go to work i will see you tomorrow be good for daddy i love you good bye no mommy please dont leave me here aline alexis began to cry. whats wrong baby girl are you having a bad day no mommy scary and bad things happen to me when you go away her mother chuckled and gave her a kiss on her forhead goodbye and left her daughter in the care of her husband as a tear fell from her daughters eye as the front door closes the bathroom door opens and there in her doorway appears a figure not a father figure but a figure of her father with a grin on his face and his dick in his hand telling his only baby girl his is going to make her a real wo-man! but daddy its my birthday and im--im ready to go to bed hush your mouth baby girl and give daddy some head well you know how that story go six years later cant even walk the halls of her high school without being called a hoe. people look at her but people dont see her people hear her but people dont listen to her well listen to this she is not a garden tool you cannot used her and abuse her like some kind of fool. then throw her in the corner when you are done and expect to pull her out again when your ready to have fun the moral of this story is to stop look and listen but her mother never did that now she must stop look and position flowers on her daughters grave because yesterday ladys and gentlemen alexis died of AIDS
everything has a price. you like that vase? for you, $10. the lamp over there? you have a good eye, lets work through some numbers. a daughters heart? talk to her father, he'll give you a good price on damaged merchandise.
One thing led to another,the drinks went down like water, The memories started fading into the past. One night went to two then three,I spent many a dollar, I knew I couldn't last. The memories would come back of my ever so faded daughter, And the night of that fiery crash. I could picture the flames going higher and higher, And the sound of the deafening blast. Till one day the drinks didn't go down like water, And the memories came back from the past.
Today I lived my life with ghosts Both living and dead Your face, their face Slipped through my fingers and fell to the floor Hundreds of pictures of you and them Hundreds of moments and moments and moments Too numerous and caught in that web of time Dangled on a cobweb so thin, so fine It could break but does not snap And lasts and lasts And holds and holds All there, suspended in that instant Before falling to the floor, Or in the box of memories. To be kept. So where do you reside, in the bin or the box? Where do you live for future's worth? Will you be cut adrift or salvaged in those stepping stones to the past. And yet, she still picked up those photos of you Pained and dulled Still confused and stabbed by what has happened over time. She saw your face and paused. Reflected. She then gently collected up those images of you and me And saved them in the box One day for all to see in times to come. She decided not to put you in the bin. Unlike me. She rescued her childhood. Put down a marker in the sand And said stop to the sea To the waves and waves That break over time and pain Saved you from the blankless pile of Venice and Florence And Christmas and beaches and Barbies and laughter And with a simple dignity She gave you back some worth.
I want to say I'm sorry I've been such a load to bear. Such a disappointment. So much pain you've had to share. You always gave me all your trust and I break it every time. I've dragged you up a mountain oh so difficult to climb You have so much upon your plate and yet I force on more. With all my tricks and all my lies I act like such a whore. And yet you always love me more You must have angel wings. But without fail, I just can't stop. Doing all these things. Oh, how I wish I had that hope. Of an eternity with you. But I've been to much of a burden. And my hours left are few.
In 1957, there existed a plan To rid Rwanda of the Tutsi clan Power they had, too much for one side The foundation for, future Genocide 1960, the monarchy was gone Will both sides sing the same song Sadly not as the persecutions start Ripping this African country apart 1973, under a new regime Juvénal Habyarimana promised restrain Progress and reconciliation proposed to be For this country to unite, finally 1994, Habyarimana gunned down His assassination, country drowns This killing of him, the carnage starts Population half, ripped apart The killings horrific, no one spared Machete slain, heads caved Hacking, be-headings as families fall As CNN tune in, the world appalled The continuance, of the slaughtered tribes Men, women and children you can't describe Women raped, and the unborn slain This horrific act of human pain Most of the fallen, in their own villages dead By another clan, they thought were friends Indescribable to the world as our televisions show The massacre of innocents, as we watch blow by blow Where does it all end, can we try the same songs How many more of these Rwanda wrongs It appears to be a human trait To kill each other for the sake of it
Starting from scratch has never felt so Good I've been from the Burbs and now my life's the Hood Blessed needless to say- this journey has been one for the Record I've been pushed/ pulled/ torn but not Broken Im taking lifes trials and tribulations as a Golden Token I'll allow the things I go through in life to make me Better If that means I have to go through the storm to get to pleasant Weather I've learned to let go which is the hardest thing I've had to Do But I owe my life to God, not the family or even to You I am a woman with newly discovered Worth This journey I've taken has been filled with so much Hope The light of Life is now burning so Bright Took a lifetime of trials for me to get it Right Now I have God on my side and my Strength is Greater
My lost little angel That never had a chance, To hop, skip, or jump, And make my life a mess. My lost little angel, I'll never get to hold, She was gone in a flash Before anyone could know. With hair so curly and black, And skin so soft and smooth, My heart will always ache, For my little angel that never could. All alone in my house With nowhere to run, The heartache and pain Overwhelm me again. With heart-wrenching sobs And great cries of "Why?" I mourn the great loss Of my angel that died. Surrounded by my grief And the home she'll never have, I can't help but wonder Why God changed his mind. My lost little angel, Still, so precious to me, My little Elaina Diane, You'll forever be.
Daddy just try and pretend you care, Daddy, where are you? I need you, I'm scared. Daddy, please save me from these demons inside The ones that are destroying me and eating me alive. Daddy, do you love me? I can't see it in your eyes. Daddy, I need you when all I want is to die. Daddy, all I want is for you to hug me and say it's okay, Daddy I know that's something you'll never say, because Daddy, I'm not perfect but all I can do Is try not to be a failure, just good enough for you.
Merry Christmas, Dad by Amy Swanson Dad, I always think of you every day... but holidays like this can make it a little harder. I hear the Christmas songs of cheer see the lights up in the square the busy murmurs of people shopping for their loved ones... It seems almost perfect. The tree, the lights, the gifts, the songs and plays joyful vacation days; but something's missing. The voice that rang throughout the house Christmas season singing triumphantly, beautifullly "O Holy Night" I still can't listen to that song without hearing your strong voice in my ears. The hands that wiped my tears, wrapped my Christmas presents made his special "banana pudding recipe" left me letters from Santa. Oh dad... how I miss you. I know they say time heals and life goes on and all those other wonderful cliches that people always tell you simply because they don't know what else to say. I will never forget you - my hero, my protector. I speak of you often to my own little girl want her to know the grandpa she can't meet yet... the grandpa who would love her so. Dad, you are always in our hearts and minds, I never got to say thank you... for everything. for helping me to be the woman I am today. I look at my reflection in the mirror - I can also see you. I sing my songs - and I can also hear you. I laugh... and sometimes I can hear your laughter too. My daughter smiles at me... and you are in her smile. I wish that you could know how much you've always meant to me and all the things that you have done to shape my life, so positively... But all that I can say, is this: Merry Christmas, Dad. I love you.
Shush baby Don't you cry That's a generic lullaby I wanna do something more I wanna help you spread your wings and soar C: So shush baby Don't you cry I'll find you a lullaby Shush baby Go back to sleep At least pretend to count sheep I love you And we'll make it through Don't you test me baby it's true I know he's not here Because he's queer But we'll get through somehow You don't need a dad and I don't need a man To survive -C- At the end of the day He wouldn't care anyway You need to accept the fact That he's never coming back I'll make the money I'll be your one true dad You don't need him to hug you when you're sad I can do it all -C- (x2)
Our lives changed forever His filthy ways obscene Come back to visit She's different to me Naivety is key I Took the chance moved away the child he took from me Ever feel So Helpless you felt you had to say it's all right you've done your sin NOW....let us fly away
doll of porcelain, seemingly picture perfect, she has several cracks.
She struggled pushing her child To reach the park up on the hill Stretching out a blanket well her little girl sits very still Remembering when it was her daughter she would watch playing Now as they sit under that tree that's where she does her praying It doesnt seem that long ago but everyday she remembers Every child's cry brings her back to last September Its always a child's joy to run and chase a ball But that's when she herd the screech of breaks and herd the neighbours call There in the street was her daughter laying on her back Behind the wheel and intoxicated there the driver sat He wasn't hurt didn't hit him till the next day Now he lives with it and each night he prays Mom takes care of her daughter helps her in to her wheelchair But with every kiss upon her child's head she thinks how life is so unfair Thinking does it really mean nothing to a person when they can drink and drive Than looking down at her daughter she just thanks god shes alive
Beautiful little girl Devastatingly beautiful The birds would start chirping when she walked past Her mother's daughter they all said A mirror image And suddenly she was shocked by love 5 years old being undressed like a doll Caressed and bathed so lovingly Such gentle touches That no one suspected Mother found a new piece to her heart Wedding bells chimed And a new father was born 5 years old she was…just 5 This beautiful little girl found love in her "new" father's arms He held her close, sometimes too close But no one suspected She didn't know this love was pain wearing a mask She learned that love was… Shielded from the eyes of her mother Night visits to her room from her father Year after year For 15 years this was the love she knew She felt invaded, alone and abused She told her mother About her new father…the man her mother loved She didn't acknowledge, wouldn't bring herself to see What the water so clearly replayed in her view The mother knew, just knew That her husband would, couldn't ever Never…bring pain to his daughter, never Little girl, what does it feel like to be loved? It feels warm, and wrong but gentle Strong hands unclothing you Caressing your body as if you are a grown woman With a glorified body to worshipped and pillaged over Little girl, what does pain feel like? Closed doors…darkness…my father…naked Hopeless Beautiful little girl Devastatingly beautiful Pain paraded as love Molestation masked for discipline When your daughter cries out When she cowers in corners And doesn't trust the dark When she says love is just another word Just another synonym to let him abuse her Trust what she has to say… I was that beautiful little girl and now I am a woman plagued with fears Some nightmares you cannot outrun And some memories only God can wipe away The blood of all my pain is on my mother's hands "I forgive you" Beautiful they say… It's a mask for something more
When the monster has arrived home from it daily place of employment, You simply wait for it to settle into its old worn-out chair. Then the monster asks for the chilled glass sitting in the refrigerator. You remove the chilled glass from the refrigerator. You place the chilled glass on the kitchen counter. You add a few pieces of ice into the chilled glass. You finally add half a bottle's amount of Apricot Brandy and watch the monster takes its first nightly sip. You repeat this process Every Two to Three Hours. You repeat this process Hour by Hour. You repeat this process Day after Day. You repeat this process Week after Week. You repeat this never ending process Year after Year. And You Repeat this Process for Fifteen And Counting. And You Wait for the Shut-Down of the Monster's Liver.
Mommy I love you, Why don't you love me. Mommy I'm sorry, Sorry that in me it's him you see. Mommy I love you, Why can't you kiss me goodnight. Mommy I hate it, Hate that you can't stand me in your sight. Mommy I love you, Why do you beat me black and blue. Mommy I'm sorry, Sorry for what daddy did to you. Mommy I love you, Why is it from me you wish to escape. Mommy I'm sorry, Sorry I am your child of rape. Mommy I love you, You are all I have and all I need. Mommy I'm scared, Scared how at eased you are when I bleed. Mommy I love you, Why did you take my life with no mercy or love. Mommy I forgive you, And now I will love and watch over you from above.
as I explore the depths of my inner being there's a few things that I have not been hearing or seeing like my little girl's voice wispering thru the night come hold me close mama for I feel such fright or why can't you get out of bed your eyes look swollen and looks awful garsh darn red and like why cant you come to my school I 'm just trying to make you proud of what I can accomplish too also why do I have to go live with my dad when you had me weren't you feeling nothing but glad for eleven years I had to live with these inner fears of not being able to be a fulltime mother to my little girl who I love so dear and cannot everyday hear so to this day I will continue to fight and pray that the heavens beams of rays will let me enjoy my beautiful angel again one day and thats what I need to say I Have been stricken with an ungodly illness for 25 yrs that prevents me from being a fulltime mother to my Jenny Rose the sickness has to do with severe migrains to stomach there is no cure only injections to try to abort spells then I lay in a dorment state for up to 9 hours it ruined my life literly Also this is entry for Kristin Renyold's what you need to hear contest
Jenny said RIght or wrong, true or false So many childlike games to play Love me he did, rob me he did Girl one minute, woman the next Do I really need to forgive? Jenny said Time is supposed to Heal my wounds, they tell me Time will make me better But, so long, and my wounds are still here Will I ever stop hurting to feel better? Jenny said I know my life is wrong I know my ways can be better I know many things that need fixing But all I want is some loving Can anyone love me and be accepting? Jenny said As he hits me, again And tries to break me I let my mind wander Knowing life can be better When will it be enough? Jenny said I want to leave him I want to be away But he loves me, you see Maybe this is the love I deserve Or is there really something better? Jenny said One day, I'll find a love That is so great That is so accepting And loves me for who I am Why can't I find this love today? Jenny said I am so damaged, beyond words I am so broken, beyond repair There are so many pieces of me There is no peace within me How can you love me? Jenny said There is no such thing as love Love happens to other people People who have love to give Why do you love me When I have none to give?
Outside in the midst of darkness I can best speculate the vast blanket of sky studded with bright twinkling stars. Heaven I call thee thou art bereft of all woes , agonies. Lead my sight to our Sweet Angel's light where dwells only joys, happiness, eternal peace and delight. There anguish never pervades nor pleasure fades. Hovering around all the twinkling stars, our Sweet Angel takes delight in her happy home. Cast a glance at the heavenly abode, and behold our Sweet Angel showering her divine blessings upon us.
You don't know me at all Didn't help you watched me fall Do you know anything about me? Do you even know what I yearn to be How can you lie to people about my life Your just angry and tired of being a house wife I know that your ashamed of me Didn't want others to know I was attending GED Saying I had finished school Making me feel pain and look a fool I messed up because of you And everything you put me through Did you know I love books No you didn't you never bothered to look Said that I was a bad child Thats funny your my mom but never around How can I be the worst when I've done nothing Even with all that I continue hurting Calling me out my name How do you expect me to stay sane Taking his side as if he cares When he hurt you your kids were there The pain he put you through Now you act as if were the liars and his words are true You used to be so strong He made you weak and I'm telling you your wrong You judged me now it's my turn I want you to fell the pain and burn We both know what he did to us But you push me away and him you trust Your family is very ungrateful Very bitter and hateful I just want you to open your eyes Yearn for you to break down and cry Tell me that you really need me Say your sorry for hurting me and free me Tell me you want to be hugged I want you to know what it feels like to crave for love As you do this trying to be free I'd know you felt my kind of pain and misery. Poetry
Daddy Mike, What were you like? You were gone when I was a very tiny tike. Daddy Mike, Was it because of me? Was leaving me all you could see? Surely, you knew how much pain there would be. A little girl needs her daddy. Daddy Mike, From abuse and pain I shed many a tear. Without you here, I always felt fear. Daddy Mike, Abusive babysitter, playmate, bullies, and family. Nowhere for me to flee. Daddy Mike, Why were you not here?
Cloud-Cover… On A Sunny Day Got Me On This Hill… Looking-Up and Dreaming Cloud-Cover… I Just Want To Lay And Watch The Sunrays Gently Beaming… … thru The Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover Cloud-Cover… Like A Gentle Lover A Sweetheart, That's Somewhere Far Away Who, Sends A Message… To This Hillside Clover… … and Me… Wishing Both, Could Stay… … just Like Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover Oh, Let Our Lives, Be Like Close-Cloud-Cover Gently Rolling By, Slowly, On The Breeze Rise Up With Love, For One Another And Ride The Wind.. 'til We Are Free… … Discover, Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover Cloud-Cover… Was A Sunny Day … but I Hear Distant Thunder… On A Hill… Cloud-Cover… I Have To Pray… I'm Running Thru The Rain… 'Cause I Feel A Chill… … Don't Let It Be My Cloud-Cover!... Not My Cloud-Cover! …Nor My Son, Daughter, Mother, Father… Or My Brother… Cloud Cover… Please… Cloud Cover… In Memory of Those Taken From Us...
That was me, dancing on a moonbeam in the dark, after the street lights had gone on. My mamma kept calling and calling from the house but my daddy came outside, and danced on a moonbeam, too. We were together like that, in ways she couldn't be. How lonely she must have been, how angry she looked to us, hollering from behind the screen, "Daniel, bring that kid in the house!" Then my daddy tired of trying to persuade her to join us outside, swept me up like a feather on the wind for a moment, and we were together like feather and wind. That was me, dancing on a moonbeam. I've lost that rhythm, that absolute faith that all things in the imagination are possible. My parents divorced when I was thirteen. My dad died a lonely, broken man. My mother died a bitter, broken woman. I wonder what my father thought he was when I thought he was the wind?
Long blonde hair A pageant queen beauty On stage she smiles Yet- Inside, she's brooding. Girl in the hallway Glasses an inch thick Smart as Einstein But- Lacking true spirit. Young woman there Hair black as night Nails used for earrings Still- No one would ever know she cries, every night. Little miss popular, Big breasts, perfect skin Who gets all the guys Never letting on that She isn't that happy And- She tells them all lies. Rich little daddy's girl Drives up in the Benz No one knows she sits Lonely on holidays With no food and no gifts Just the maid and some gin. Labels we see... never Looking beyond. We place them on each We laugh, we torture, Then..... we turn the other cheek. It doesn't really matter if you are rich or you're poor The loneliness, it isn't picky Or discriminate Because of our decor. We are all the same inside Girl afraid, woman trying. Hearts beating heavily While our souls continue crying. I just wish one day We all could just Stop. Stop the hurting. So my advice is simply this: If you see someone you think, Looks like an outcast to you Please remember to give a smile Because one day that girl..... {On the stage, in the corner With the glasses, or the fancy ride Black nails, heartbreaker or the liar} Could be you. Wouldn't you want someone to See the outcast girl too? -This was inspired by my teen daughter who at the moment, feels like the outcast-
I know a girl she speaks within me She's smart and funny sometimes friendly She has her ups and her downs Just tired of people here thats never around What she seeks is some support She speaks of hard times that shes fought Her anger is over powering She starts lacking as a friend So bitter she grow cold Suffering but nobody knows Trouble seeks within her head Bad thoughts and so much regrets A long time of pain is in effect Thats when she loses all signs of respect Looks down on herself No longer searching for help She smiles these fake smiles And continues to ignore the pain for a while The girl life has changed to the bad She grew more bitter and very sad Now she a waits the truth And keeps dreaming that this pain will end soon.
My nerves there bad My temper is short My frustration comes easy Would it hurt for someone to do one thing to please me? To please a heart that was broken from a father who doesn't want her. Á father who doesn't notice her. A father who doesn't say I love you. He makes me wonder, "Does he even want me?" Time spent with older brother, all my time spent with my mother, but even I make time for my brother. I'm not alone because of my mother, but what happened to the figure of a father. I am this mans only daughter. My skin complexion he looks no farther. The attitudes and frustration cover the fact this problem bothers me. My heart from a stabbed womb bleeds. Why doesn't he want me? I'm his baby, I still make A's and B's, this part of my life is so empty. Can anyone hear me, can you feel me. Stretching and reaching out for me Daddy. "Does he even want me?" A hug I ask I dare to plead. My nerves there bad My temper is short My frustration might come easy These parts of me I get from he! "Why doesn't my daddy want me?" "Cry Out!"
Imagine a world Where the words you hear Make you stop And fight back a tear Imagine a world Where a Dad has to face The pain and suffering Which he cannot erase Imagine a world Where a Dad loves his girl To him she is always A most beautiful pearl Imagine a world Where a Dad he must try To always be strong Never to cry Imagine a world Where a Dad has to pray For his beautiful girl To turn out okay Imagine a world Where a Dad rarely hears Wished for words To help ease his fears Imagine a world Where a Dad so full of love Was surely sent from up above Imagine a world Where a Dad could be free To know all the joys Having a daughter should be
To the person who gave me life, nothing less, nothing more As a child I remember being filthy and left isolated, all alone Left at the age of seven, not knowing if you'd ever come home Caring all alone for baby sister, while you ran endlessly all about Feeding, bathing and taking care of her, listening to her constant shouts Your commitment was your drugs; let's not forget the alcohol too Stammering in all times of the night; an addictive abusive person I watched you grow into Looking back I never thought that this life was not extraordinaire But as I matured and saw the norm; I realized my life was nothing but despair Never caring for either of us, just your greedy selfish self Shooting your heroin and drinking your booze, Which sat upon your shelf Taking all our money, spending it on your addictions day and night Living off ramen noodles, our survival was an endless fight After years of suffering from your abuse and your manipulating lies They finally saw your negligence, taking us away ending all ties Now we're with our father, and his new beautiful stranger bride Trust we cannot give to her, for all we've ever known has died Time it did not take for us, to open up and see That the new beautiful woman bound to care for us, Was as genuine as one could be She opened her home and her heart and treated us as her own She opened our eyes and broke the hard outer wall, Never do we feel alone She has given me more love in the past four years Than you have your entire life-time on this earth, It's sad that a woman of only four years, was the one who taught me self-worth You are the woman you gave me life, Nothing more and nothing less You never deserved me or my little sister Our mom now has replaced your selfishness © Chelsea Leigh Stiles/Stacy Lynn Stiles These are my daugther Chelsea's words about her biological mother. I took them and helped her write the poem at her request. It's very sad and the damage her "biological mother" has done to her and her sister is un-repairable....Chelsea has had to be in counseling every since we've had her and I have taught her to have a voice and if needed, put her thoughts down on paper. She's absolutely beautiful and amazingly charismatic. She's strong and very responsible and dedicated...not only to our family, but to life. Both of them were "my gift from God", and I will cherish this gift forever.
For several days her daughter would say The angels said, "Don't be afraid" Her mother simply dismissed it Like it was a childhood game she played But soon she started to worry For the little girl kept telling this tale She also said she talked to Jesus And she described it in such detail She told her mother that Jesus said Tomorrow, He's taking her home The little girl was only three years old These things, she couldn't have known Her mother was just a little concerned For each day it was always the same Was it just a little girl's imagination? She was sure it was a childhood game Well tomorrow came and all was fine And her daughter never uttered a sound So she fiiled up the pool, only eight inches deep And that's where, her little girl drowned Now, this story is true, every single word For it happened to some friends of mine This story took place many years ago And their grief grew more distant in time But I just couldn't imagine, the pain that they felt As they remember what their daughter would say The Angels would tell her, "Don't be afraid" And that Jesus would take her away
Everyday you're in my thoughts; Everynight you're in my dreams; Everything I do reminds me of you; Everyday I'm scared I'll forget; Forget your smell; Forget your smile; Forget your laugh; Forget your hugs and kisses; Sometimes I feel dead or empty; Sometimes I would much rather die; Sometimes I hate God; Sometimes I get so angry with you for leaving me so soon; Then I realize things will get better and I'll want to live, not only live, but live spiritually again; I could never forget anything about you because you raised me up to be a beautiful young woman, and I know that one day I will make a wonderful mother and wife, because you have taught me so well...I love you daddy!
You were the one that I called to when I was feeling blue or just when I needed you You were the one to raise me who showed me how to be a lady You tried to show me who was flaw and who would stay But when I needed you the most, your gone and are no longer my host I lost my best friend I also called my mother Please god watch over me and my little brother Now I just take a breath and look at the clouds because I know shes always looking down Watching you staying true and doing you But I cant help it every now and then I get blue But you would want me to be happy, so this life I live is all for you
Built of fine glass and porcelain Could anything keep them apart? Detained by every single notion Except for her broken heart How could you hurt her so?
God has created me, To be a mate to my counterpart, To be a helping hand in this uncommunicative world, To be a soothing relief to him after exhaustion, To be a part of distress and sorrow, To tame him of his vindictive furrow, To keep him cheerful forever. But the world is so bizarre that, No one sees the plight of hers, The one who makes the life of Her counterpart so smooth So calm & so vivacious, That every bit becomes precious, But she is always in curses, Sometimes cursed as daughter, Sometimes beaten as wife, Sometimes traded as prostitute, Sometimes tortured as sister, Or sometimes raped in a brutal way. Torture is the truth of my life, Atrocities are my fate, But see my devotion and faith, That I still remain a mate After such savagely stage. Off late I will try not to be at this state, I am a source of new life to this earth, I will regain all my energy To wipe out these heinous crime, Convalesce the torture, Revenge these contumely, Erase this conundrum forever.
Snowing … Soft and Beautiful almost Bitter-Cold Thing A man watched her… from across the bar Said: "I had to come over… to where you are … sitting there drinking… Kaluah and Cream … looking like – someone's un-awakened dream Decided to catch her … 'fore she got away Then he asked her … what she had to say… Now, she's listened, but wasn't too impressed She just grouped him … with all the rest … … and said: "I'm Snowing … I'm Fragile… when I'm Falling … My heart is frozen … kept on thaw-alert I won't let it melt … I don't want to hurt Don't get too close, or you may get chilled Don't mean to be rude … that's just how I feel… like Snowing … Soft and beautiful, but Bitter-Cold thing " Now, I've heard the fairy tale of a young boy and girl Who got caught up … in an icy-world But, I'm more saddened, by what I just seen … What could have changed that woman into The Snow Queen? She's Snowing … Such a Soft beauty, but Bitter-Cold thing She's Snowing … Snowing … Snowing Now, the man, politely touched her arm … Got her to dance … held her close and warm … The Heat of His Heart-beat, tho' Strong … was only fleeting He looked down into her eyes … they were sleeting … She was Snowing … Soft and beautiful, but Bitter-Cold thing She was Snowing … Snowing … Snowing Maybe, he'll see her again, this time, next year … but … if you make her melt … She will disappear … 'Cause She's Snowing Such a Soft and beautiful, Bitter-Cold thing That girl is Snowing … Snowing … Snowing
Dying for Freedom American and British soldiers Will be remembered " Dedicated to the losses our countries are taking to fight for our freedom " Haiku or Senryu matters not http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war3.php
A love that secures pain is worthless. A love to which any pain is a part, Will destroy so much of a life, Life is too precious to struggle, With installments of turmoil, Destruction between two will end. Torture of the soul comes from, Battles with physical detriments, Has no true love at all of any kind. One cannot inflict passion with force. One cannot love deeply in pain, Once may be forgiven if possible, Two or three are just reenactments, In a tortured soul, that cannot love. Fear may hold the victims in tow. Fear should be strength to know, That this will not stop ever. Fear should guide the heart, Strength should be bold enough, Even loneliness is better than this.
I was in the kitchen when I got the call. I had to hold onto something so I wouldn't fall. My body unable to move and my heart pounding; Every word resounding. "Your daughter's been in a serious accident. She might not make it. I don't know what else to say.... Except that she needs a new heart...today." I hung up the phone and started to cry. Got down on my knees and looked up at the sky. "Please let my daughter be okay, I can't live without her, not one day." My sister drove me to emergency, She said I shouldn't drive. I prayed for my daughter to still be alive, And I begged God not to take her from me. The doctor told me her heart was not strong, And she would need another to help her along. All we could do now was wait, And leave everything else to fate. I sat by her side and sang a song, Said that for both of us, I would be strong. I told her that I loved her with all my heart, And that without her, I would surely fall apart. After a while, I reached over and took her hand. Said: "If you need to go, I'll understand." These words, I barely could say, But I knew that in God's hands she would be ok. "I love you more than you'll ever know, But if you really have to go, Just remember that I love you, And I'll always be thinking of you." When I finished saying my goodbyes, My little girl finally opened her eyes. She blinked and looked at me, Whispered, "I love you Mommy." Then she closed her eyes again, And with her last breath, Said: "I'll see you in Heaven."
When you look at her you wonder, How can she think like that? But when she looks at herself in the mirror, All she sees is the fat. She claims that she's too busy, With friends, work, and school. To sit down for a family meal, But in reality she simply longs to be cool. As days go by her body begins to wear and thin, Her parents begin to wonder if it's too late. To save their only daughter, Who's still obsessed with her weight. Knowing it was time, she left a note that said: "To all those who were so mean, And pressured me to be thin. You'll be happy to know, I died as I lived: A second rate beauty queen.
i hate the feeling that this force brings dancing butterflies with spikes for wings starting as a flutter on my stomach they're tapping the closer it gets my ribs are now cracking the clouds grow dark hurricane in sight a brave mask takes what's left of my might no longer able to hold the fledgling in my arms no longer able to shelter from what harms the storm leaves me but takes him along yearning him to fly back where he belongs falling speck of sand seems like a day while wishing for eternal flowers of may the sun pushing through blackened haze the little bird weathered the menacing maze shaken and bumped fortunately no lethal wrong the child now calm by my his mother's song
Sitting here all alone thinking, just how much you've grown You're growing up, your almost two My joy the first time holding you There's an empty feeling in my heart because we are so far apart It was so hard to say goodbye I remember curls, and big brown eyes Lately I've been really sad Please don't forget that I'm your dad I'll never forget my favorite girl the greatest thing in this big world If I had one wish, it would surely be For you to come down and live with me I know it's what every dad would say But I know your mom would say "no way" If your mom and I could share I could show you Cassie how much I care Leaving you wasn't what I'd planned maybe someday, you'll understand I never missed anyone so much, not ever! You will be a part of me forever I'll come back, I just don't know when I just have to keep missing you, till then I'm starting to cry like running water I love and miss my precious daughter
As i sit here wondering what went wrong all i can do is dry the tears from my eyes. You brought me into this world as a mother should but somewhere down the line the mother and daughter bond was never to be found. I love you deep in my heart but you are not there when i need you the most. I try to please you but its never enough I love you your my mom but i never seem to do whats right. Everyday i wait to hear from you but our love seems so distance so far away. I call you ,you never return my call back.I miss you I really do, What ever became of the love between a mother and daughter?What have i missed all i can do is love you from a distance.
Know that you have lost your mind, Eyes so open, yet so blind, Listen to your mother, dear, Life will treat you rough, I fear. You have chosen such a path, Might you suffer Karmic wrath, Yet you're blind to your own fate, Don't you see your huge mistake? Alas, my heartbreak is so strong, Understand, I did you wrong, God forgive me for this sin, Hope is lost, the dread begins, Try to understand your thinking, Even though it's due to drinking, Roses dying in my hand, lifetime shifting like the sand. ©Danielle White
To have your heart broken, just crushed. To think this could never happen to you. You were the one thing she could count on. You were the one person in her life that was always there for her. Missing that, now that it is gone. Asking herself, what did she do? Why is he missing from her life? He was suppose to be the one person in her life that would never hurt her. So why did her daddy leave her? Why did her daddy crush her heart?
Imagine if your child was terminally ill, Do you think you could cope? Would you have the will? Imagine if you knew that she would die. Would you have the strength to say Good-bye? Your other children they love her so, How will you help them let her go? New procedures, experimental test, You would only want what was best? This little girl so innocent and pure, Would you wonder what God did this for? You must believe his purpose is true, There's a reason for everything he puts us through. Your feelings will change from day to day, You may even feel you don't want to pray. She was given to you to cherish and love, You'll always have memories to smile of. Embrace each moment every day, Don't let a memory sneak away. Remember that God will be right there, The pain in your heart he will share.
You say you understand That You were once a teenage girl But you don't know how things have changed They just arn't like before I really hate to say this But you just can't understand What it's like to live my life With no ones helping hand You my have been a teenager But I really have to say Their are things that I have gone through Things I can't explain No one really knows What it's like just being me All the hurt and pain inside Every thing that you don't see
I think your a very selfish man You don't care enough to understand Sit here tell people of their wrongs What the hell makes you think your strong As if you done nothing to hurt anyone Instead of being a man you would run Hurting people is something you do so well If it was up to me you'd burn in hell See I'm not OK or alright No don't sit there and say i just want to fight I'm dealing with things within me You just won't let me be Saying I'm no good because your angry Well your worthless and nasty Do you know what I think at night? Have you no idea what I fight? Well let me tell you how it goes It's time you should know I've been through hell and back You swear you know everything and you don't know jack I sit at night and cry Sometimes pray that I would die I feel like I lost my mind Finding myself is the most complicated thing to find Did you know I beat myself up? Guess you didn't cause you stuck up I don't have anything to help me out I would love to rip your heart out and watch you shout claming to be my father who wants the best for us Yet you slept around and broke our trust I got beaten for your mistakes Now I hope its your heart that breaks
Unchosen paths, yet for us to follow, give us hope to change our course of sorrow. Fear of death, or fear of living, Either, or Neither, nor In any case, unforgiving. Our Broken Dreams, Our trail of friends, Our forgotten fathers, shape our pain. But, future twists and childrens' laughter, no doubt, like water, will lift us once again. Smile Jenny, Smile. You know, you have that way of touching someone, at any time of any day, and never knowing it all the while.
As my heart weeps for love, I began to feel blank, As my eyes began to glow, My body wants to vacate. Childhood went by too fast, For the young years are through, As I lay in a dreary dungeon, I now have to start new. Childhood was sweet, There was a bound between two, For now we have departed, I have to decide what to do.
When He Saw Me He Knew The Look… It's the Look of The Hunted The Look Says, 'I'm Scared' The Look, Nobody Wanted That said, 'Nobody Cared' He Said, He Knew The Look Seen it More than Not Said He'd Seen The Look Hung in a Mirror, On a Hook It's the Look of The Hunted The Look That Says, 'I'm Scared' The Look, Nobody Wanted The Look, That Said, 'Nobody Cared' …So that, When He Saw Me He said, 'You Must Be My Mate 'Cause, The Look in Your Eyes – I Can Relate' He Said, 'Not to Deny It… Just A Waste of Time The Look Says It All… …and I Need To Make You Mine… You Got The Look of The Hunted You Got The Look of The Hurt The Look of Heart-Damaged …but I Know What You're Worth … Hunted by Your Pain Hunted by Your Fear Hunted by Your Blame Ain't Gon' Let No One Else Near… And I Began to Look In His Eyes… and I Shook At what I Saw and Heard … I Repeated His Words… You Got The Look of The Hunted The Look Says, 'I'm Scared' The Look Nobody Wanted That Said 'Nobody Cared' We Got The Look of The Hunted The Look of The Hurt …and We're Gonna Bury Our Pain And Walk Away From The Dirt And From The Look of The Hunted … The Look of The Hurt
Cold window pane Or prison bars For Susan they are the same Her imagination runs free As she is trapped inside But outside the dream She can hear echoes of autumn Leaves chattering Rustling amidst dancing feet So many children laughing Her heart racing Asking Why is that not me Yet Susan feels nothing Except her breath on the glass As reality comes between She struggles to understand Her only playmate her hands Rocking her dreams to sleep Cold window pane Or steel chair For Susan they are the same Her imagination runs free As her legs are strapped inside But outside the dream
Why is it this way You are so far away Way more than just one day You said you would come home Why aren't you here I'm hitting the dark to roam You said those words to me You made me a promise But you're across the sea You're not home with us You never really call I wish you were home I just want one call I'm sorry that I cry I just miss you so much Please come home, please try
The walls echo with madness of anger spoke between two For once i wish to wake up with no memory of you Torn between two i had to decide,either I win the battle or i would choose to die. Your voiceechos in my ear of what was to be done You pushed out my father an your only son Who would be next in this controlling game for one? The aging memories over come the present fears non-exsisting hope of drying the on coming tears dreams last a mere miniute words last forever memories are the forgotten past as time forgets never. Hiding in the room and the walls closing in I hear you in the background screaming "Let me in"! Wishing to find him wanting to call i cried in the night for my sanity to crawl blessed be the child who cries alone Torn between two for everyday at age twelve she wishes she was grown
no longer do the hours keep; the minutes pass me by. it's as if when you left all of time time conceded to fly. your name i hear screaming come from my voice. my prayer; please god no! was my only choice. you passed as softly as a setting sun, and in the end, baby girl, immortality you have one. so it is with deep regrets we will remember you here and yet with hints of happiness knowing one day we will be there. heaven was your home from the start you see; so sit apon your father's knee and sing praises all day long; for in our hearts we will forever play your song.
hey, darling, so good to see you the girl with you looks like sin.... compared to mom during the day. sister sits at the door waiting for you each day as for me, if anyone asks me, believe me i would be quick to say........ whomever makes mama sad will have to deal with daughter some day.
You watch the tears fall from my eyes- in yet, you don't take notice. You watch me scream for him- but you still don't take notice. You slap me in my face, as you tell me to shut up, and you flaunt the desperation in you voice while hearing my cries- all because of the choice you made. I was just a little girl- not old enough to understand... How could you deal with this the way you did, instead of lending a hand? Each memory still painful, each bruise and scar is reminiscing with regret, of all the things you had taught me, you had not taught me to forget...
Why? Thats the hardest question. When is easier. It was after. After the baby, cacooned safely inside of me. After she died. Why? Again its too hard. Who is easier. It was him. He who promised to love me, for better and for worse. Why? That question's too difficult Where is easier. In our room. Our room with the cot in the corner. It was for her. Why? Is still don't know. What is easier. It was a knife. A knife which slit, cut and stabbed at my throat and stomach. Why? I can't remember! How is easier. With a casual indifference. The anger had dissapeared. Why? Because of me. Because I killed our baby girl. Not born, never born. The pills had taken her. Like he took me.
He might as well have died A stranger in my eyes Hurt, Angry and sad Why did you forget me dad? I wanted things to last that way forever You were someone I once treasured Perfect in my mind I can't find the strength to cry Am I weak or is it that bad? To feel something besides these things I'd be glad To enjoy the better memories I have Am I ungrateful? It's more than they ever had I want to save my brother from the same fate The loss of someone you love can drive you insane He's someone else now, a different person lost in a maze In a different world, another plane Sometimes I want to be there with him But I'm afraid I'd lose my way too
Looking into her eyes Reminds me of all the times I looked into yours I can't believe she belongs to you Mesmerized by her I can't take my eyes away Fascinated by her every move Intrigued by her infectious laugh Pieces of you in her are so visible From her stubbornness To her smile And I just can't Can't grasp the fact you had a life before me Without me Selfish of me I know It kills me to think you were happy before you found me I must admit the bond that connects you to her mother Scares me I think about all the what ifs And all the possibilities I think about the life I have come to know Could disappear Within an instant And even though you try to calm my fears They still remain They still silently haunt me I wish I could tell you about my doubts But I wouldn't want to seem insecure I would feel way too vulnerable Way too defeated The more you tell me not to worry The more I do I can't help but think about the family you once had And how can I compete? With years? With time? So are the ties that link us together, really the ties that bind?
Here lies your mother The one you betrayed The one you hated The one you threw away Here lies your daughter The one you didn't want The one who stood beside you The one you'd rather taunt Here lies your sister The one you always teased The one who claimed your trouble The one whose life was seized Here lies the only truth Each one of you have known The one who would have given anything To have a little love shown You backed me in a corner You left me there to bleed You turned when I reached out to you My want you did not need My blood runs thinly down my arm On the floor it does stain In your hands time won't heal My suffering or my pain All I ever wanted All I ever had All I ever needed Left me all too sad
I'm shedding tears just thinking Of all the beers she is drinking There goes one, two, three, now four She stumbles to the car and opens the door Im screaming as I watch her go I hate it when she drinks but I'd never let it show That night I went to bed not thinking I'd be waking up to hear she's dead.
Sitting, wondering, thinking, imagining. Imagining what it would be like to go back change things. Wondering how things would have been different. Thinking she could have done something to change the outcome. She closes her eyes and drifts to a place where things are like they one were. Everyone is there, the one she misses most is there. He's waiting for her to run to him and hug him, tell him she loves him. She sees him and wonders why he had to go. She becomes angry and wants to turn and run immeadiately because the pain is too real. Instead she stands and stares. She looks into his eyes, trying to read every emotion, trying to see what it was that she missed so that she can catch it if that same look of pain and hoplessness comes into the eyes of another that she loves so much. He calls her to him, "come here baby, I'm sorry that I left, I just didn't see any other way out." She stands still, tears rolling down her face, she looks at him in disbelief, wondering how the man who was her hero is the one who has caused her the most pain. She continues to stand there, not knowing if she wants to hug him or turn away because he left her. The look on his face shows more sadness than she has ever seen, she wants to run to him and tell him not to give up, but it's too late for he is already gone. As she starts to walk toward him, his eyes begin to light up, it's as if he realizes she is worth living for, even if there is nothing else, his daughter loves him and always will. He starts to see that he made a huge mistake. She is still walking, the path to him seems to extend forever, like she will never reach him. Finally she seems to be getting closer. She reaches him, hugs h im like never before because she knows it will be the last. She tells him how much she loves him, how sorry she is that she didn't do better, that she should have paid more attention to the pain he was going through. He just hold her and lets her cry on his shoulder, brushing her hair away from her face and wiping her tears away just as he did when she was little. The pain comes back into his eyes for she is opening hers back to the reality that he is gone. As she opens her eyes she is looking in the mirror and realizes that the eyes she saw with such pain were her own.
She's yelling again. Her voice is getting louder and louder. She says that she's stuck in a rut and it's the little girls fault. She says that it's not fair she was burdened with a kid she didn't want. She says "Look what I've given up for you." She's drinking again. Her slur is getting stronger and stronger. She says she drinks 'cause it's the only way to get away. She says she needs to escape from the girl's ugly face. She says "Do you see what you make me do?" She's crying again. Her sobs are coming harder and harder. She says the man that she loved more than life has just left her. She says he didn't want kids and she should have known better. She says "My life is over 'cause of you." She's calling again. The sound of the phone just rings over and over. Here message says she's had no word from her daughter. She says what kind of kid doesn't call their own mother? I say "Thank God she never got through.""
The blood of Emeralds In Northern Ireland's streets Where sides detest Victims they seek Religious divide Neighbours slain For the life of me What to gain These troubled times Historic sores Deep rooted pasts Now to the fore IRA UDA Many guns came out to play Both sides fell, as they murderously slay During the week, even Sundays The Belfast agreement of 1998 This Land of Emeralds, in peaceful state Neighbours safe to talk again Never allow the blood, on the Emeralds stain " Dedicated to all Ireland - The Emerald Isle "
VERSE-1: I recall when she was my little angel I recall the times she played in her cradle Then she'd say piggy back daddy, piggy back As I trotted all around the yard out back VERSE-2: I recall the silly things she'd say and do I recall all the fun at the zoo She'd cover up her eyes then cry out boo Then she'd cover daddy's eyes and say guess who CHORUS: My Angel, She was happy all the time My Angel, Very glad that she was mine My Angel, The one that man took away My Angel, Went to heaven here today VERSE-3: I never thought she'd leave, before me She was the sweetest little thing, she could be My Angel died, by anothers hand Laid out along the road in the sand REPEAT CHORUS: Written by: George Kenneth Martin Date: June 9, 2006
Summer dresses Sunset smiles Intertwined fingers Infatuation by trial Giggling glances Fidgeting hair Anticipating lips Confessions spared Teenage tongues Passion spry Inviting innocence Naive thighs Misplaced moment Serrated sigh Ripped restraint Something awry Smothered trust Eyes of escape Groped distress A cry of rape Muffled scratches Screaming tears Convulsing portrait Of frozen fear Scared secrets Trembling outside Closed closets Daughters inside
Sometimes, I wonder what I could have changed Sometimes, I wonder if all my hopes and dreams were hanged I know I could never please him See, there was my dad and then there was Jim I worked and sweat and tired I worked two jobs in high school and didn't get fired I got straight A's and was a mechanic he made As a child we were close, as I grew our relationship fade I would ask what I could have done more I would ask why all the put downs, what were they for I would ask how come he didn't love me, How come everything I did was never good enough for he See, its too late now, we walked away I refused to see things his way He refused to see things mine I guess everything will be fine He is my father, but I just can't care he has done to much for me, anymore, to bare He chose to miss the rest of my life Little does he know, two grandchildren, he will never put in the same strife
Is it so long? So long since you were real? Is it so long.. so long you did feel? Is it so long that you were young? Is it so long that things went wrong? It only seems a short while I stared into those eyes. It only seems a short while that I was surprised. By love. Is it only a short time I first saw your pain? Is it only a short time we tried in vain to keep sane? Is it only a short time we tried to remain ourselves? Is it only now I can see? Is it only now that we can be.. Ourselves? It only seems a short while I stared into those eyes. It only seems a short while that I was surprised. By love.
I'm all grown up Daddy and all I can do is keep looking back. I've traveled a long road just to be standing here dead on this track. Many of my tears have been laid to rest and my smile I now seek. Bruised and battered I cover the little girl that grows inside. Yellow blankets and satin pink pillows to comfort her when she's weak! She seeks to hide. I'm all grown up Mama and all I can do is keep looking ahead. I've rode the Oceans waves just to be alive and not feel so dead. Many of my laughs have been put to a test and my smile I have never found. She's lost, but sound. The child within, they all attack. The child within, they are all meek. The child within, they all fed. The child within, they are all bound. In a world so far away, Treasures and castles were her path. It is where she always went to play. Beautiful gardens and flowing rivers is where she took her very first bath. Like watering a tree, that little girl just grew and grew and grew. Finally, she broke free and was clear from every single one of you. ® Registered: Ann Rich 2007
Lies,lies there they remain fulfilling the ear giving you pain saying he loves you lies of flame u dont realize it's nothing but a game wake up baby girl he so lame yall went on a date and he dont remember your name saying you the 1st girl he been with feeding you lies on the love train stringing you alone taking your heart for a ride and all he have is 3 letters pinned for his name
nothing I would not give if just to freeze the image of that sweet, adorable kid: the every pain and hurt that to me would drive her for the aches to disappear; the shrieks of excitement when to the air I'd toss her then catch and hug my girl; her chocolate-stained face, the few missing front teeth, daddy's lovable, little clown; the time she took a full jar of her mama's facial cream, all over herself spreading it; catching me kiss her mother "you are breeding with mom!" "sweetie, only rabbits breed"; the grasp of her tiny hands, her tremor "dad, I'm scared" on that first day in school; happy days back in the past, in baby's eyes I could not err, her knight in shining armor; alas, daddy's girl yesterday, now some boy's sweetheart, unmistakably gone from me; oh god, what I would not give to relive the years long dead, to be my girl's hero once more.
surrounded by bitter disappointment seemed to be a permanent appointment, laughter and friends non-permanent cure no room for any feelings no more, you never seem to listen, you never seem to care and when i need you the most, you are never there, we talk about you problems, we talk about your woe's we never talk about me, is how it always goes, so, i bottle all my feelings, keep them hidden inside when someone tries to open them up, they only seem to hide, i am messed up inside, with no way to let it out so i end up all alone, and this is my saddest doubt, you are there for my brother and my sister too but when it comes to me, you have other things to do, i pretend i am happy by a plastering on a smile i pretend to care about other things like; fashion hair and style, i do not have a favorite is what you always say but when it comes down to it, it always me who pays, it is hard to be alone, it is hard that no one cares but, most of all it's hard to think that, when i am in trouble no one will be there.
Little eyes, No one sees the little eyes, The eyes that drip for him, She grows up strong and brave, And thinking she is wise Daddy's little girl, What she never was, Lost in a maze, Can't find the open path, Left behind in shadows, And stories never told Little eyes, No one knows what she sees, She grows up strong and brave, And thinking she is wise, And the little lies, And the little eyes, But she smiles in the dark.
So young and full of life Only give a hint of their mother's sacrifice Ready to give their lives to keep this country safe Willing to go anywhere and fight anyplace Off to a foreign country they go Peace to the world they try to bestow Many find death from an unknown hand While answering the call of their nation's command To these men and women we give you our hearts In the future of this country, you will forever be a part Great and mighty we will always stay Because of the honor that you showed today
come away, my sweet I can wait no longer your torn breast beckons in torturous desire I am what you created in your quest for escape you used me and begged for obliteration as your chosen fate I awake to your screeches that justice be done but you don't understand that I've already won you plead blessed relief from your tormented curse and I offered you redemption for what it was worth you took up my offering and promised much more so pay up, my lovely I've earned it, you whore you wagered your innocense your purity, your youth and you lost to a behemoth more pitiless than truth so come to your haven my prisoner 'o mine and repent at your leisure for you're mine for all time
$9.95 is the price she paid to Forget All Her Daily Worries. $9.95 is the price she paid to Forget All Her Daily Stressors. $9.95 is the price she paid to Dull Away Her Chronic Pains. $9.95 is the price she paid to Fools Others that She was Fine Everyday. $9.95 is the price she paid to Forget Her Constant Isolation. $9.95 is the price she paid to Forget Her First True Love. $9.95 is the price she paid to Distance Herself from Memories of A Deceased Father. $9.95 is the price she paid to Distance Herself from Memories of A Deceased Mother. $9.95 is the price she paid to Distance Herself from A Living Brother. $9.95 is the price she paid to Leaver Her Birth Place. $9.95 is the price she paid to Succumb to the Needs of A Demanding Supervisor. $9.95 is the price she paid to Forget Her Current Unemployment Status. $9.95 is the price she Paid to Deal with Her Youngest Daughter's Impulsiveness. $9.95 is the price she paid to Let Go of Her Youngest Daughter. $9.95 is the price she paid to Make A Servant of Her Eldest Daughter. $9.95 is the price she paid to Cope with Her Eldest Daughter's Wedding Nuptials. $9.95 is the price she paid When Her Daughters Had Betrayed Her. $9.95 is the price she paid For Her Fifth Sized Apricot Brandy Bottle. $9.95 is the price she paid While Crying in Her Final Hours. $9.95 is the price she paid to Her Final Hour.
As I walk through the cemetery Looking at the many headstones I come across one of a mere infant Whose life expired well before the time Of her impending birth A flood of memories fill my mind I hear the cries of little babies I hear the sound of children playing And I hear a child scream with rage, "How could you do it Mommy?" I thought I could escape from my demons That won't let go of my mistakes I scream and sob for I thought it was over I thought my sins died with my children Who were butchered at my behest Blood drips from my hands All of a sudden a bloody knife appears in my hand And I hear the taunts of many childlike voices hollowing "You slaughtered us! You left us to die!" I hear the tiny footsteps of children approaching I was horrified at what I saw I see the faces of my babies Ghost white with tears of blood Dripping down their cheeks Trembling with fear I shake violently Begging for an end to my torment At that moment I felt a light tap on my shoulder My husband trying to wake me From my haunting nightmare He knows what I was dreaming So he takes me in his arms Giving me a long embrace Then he tells me that it is Time for me to forgive myself Because my children are resting peacefully In Heaven with Jesus And that one day I will get to hold them in my arms And look at their beautiful faces Finally getting the chance to be their Mother After a lifetime seperated from them
The divorce hit like a tsunami, But nothing could prepare this child, To take her mother's place. She cooks, she cleans. She tries, she screams. Trapped in this alternate space. Seventeen and the mother, To a 50 year old teenager, And three 70 year old children. Sweep this, mop that, Feed them, clean this, Do as I say! The only parent unable to make decisions, Is a child parent.
Dear mom, I'm sorry about the letter I'm writing you, but I've done all I can and there is no more I can do, You see it's your daughter she lost her kids, or should I say she chose another over them thats what she did, Mom I'm sad for the way this all turned out, these kids are so messed up because of her you know what I'm talking about, There's no family members to take them all in, and I think it's so sad that they pay for there mom's sins, Mom I believed she would get better, do the right thing, but you know her she wants to do it her way that sad old song she sings, I'm glad your not here to see them go, mom as bad as they are where ever they wined up I'm sure a better life they will know. It just hurts to say goodbye, all eight of them didn't deserve the life she gave them are deserve the tears they cry, I just hope and pray you watch over them, they will need all the love you can send, You know I did all I could right , and you know and see how my own kids are doing in this fight, Mom like you did her whole life, watch over your daughter and try to help her the rest of her life, for a mother without her kids is what she'll be, and just like them the bright side she will not see, they will all be better off, a home, hope, and a chance just to be, some thing she never gave them that something you gave me, So in closing I'm sad to say, mom I'm sorry it ended this way, Love your son, p.s. I hope up there you get this letter, and your having fun.
Today the tears run down my face longing for your sweet embrace. I miss your touch, I miss your smell, the thought of you being forever gone makes me ill. I wish to hold you once again to ease this pain that hell hath no end. My heart it breaks with every breath I take. The tears I cry they have no end. Here I sit weeping still missing you and when I dream I'll dream of you and the fun we shared the time we stood. Until we meet again someday I love you, I loved you, I'll love you again
I remember when daddy helped me catch my first fish At night he'd tuck me in bed and seal it with a kiss As the days grew older he finally gave me away He helped me appreciate life and encouraged me to pray To others daddy wasn't a perfect man, but to me he was 'My King' He would tell me to do my very best and loved to hear his grandchildren sing Oh, how it was such a tragedy...a dream that has no end To face he is now absent from us...a missing father, soldier, and friend But although we can not feel his touch or kiss his smiling face We will await the moment to be with him in an everlasting place
Silent ringing in my ear Side effects of my career Holding hands with delicate flowers Sharing joy with children for hours Cleaning constant messes Watching little girls in beautiful dresses Never resting never sleeping My inner alarm always beeping Adding money, paying taxes Sending business faxes Try to soften the hard blow that the children come to know Moneys getting tighter Always trying to be a fighter Crying constant from the loss Living off of Red Cross Never seeing little girls off in another womens world
You may have left, you may not care, But I have someone new and I don't care, You may regret the things you've done, But I gave up on you a long time ago, You left so fast and never said good-bye, And now I'm hurt so I'm saying good-bye, It's not I'll be back orsee you later, This time I'm saying good-bye forever, You ruined my life and didn't even care, So I'm giving up on wishing you were here, You said you cared and you'd never leave, Well now you're gone and i don't care, You hurt my mom and made her cry, Well you're a jerk cause you made yourself cry, You abandoned your children and didn't care, So I'm saying good-bye, but I still care,
A child so young and sweet wondering would he rape me at that time in her mother's place a child so young with an innocent face so scared when the devil appear deep down inside, she cries a silent tear and knowing she lost her flower at a very young age she keeps the secrets locked up in a cage
Savagery of an act unspeakable, ransack of the flesh of innocence melts the petals of the rose with blowtorch breath of violation. The gallows groan, with guilt are ridden, turmoil grinds a mind of penitence, caustic soda rivers flow with twisted thoughts of self-beration. The aftermath of the unaccountable, imagined false responsibility scars the contour of the heart, mother love crucified with shame. Yet man alone, his black corrosion, incarnate evil, cruel iniquity, from heaven's grace is set apart and is the swine to blame. Spoiling of a daughter sacrosanct, crime before all of humanity, malevolence and vile despair, perversion of some vicious cur. No mother in her grief and mourning ever should endure the agony; of every cross she has to bear this one is not for her.
Childhood memories have haunted my head The past is my stone, you are my lead From torture and torment, this child will cry Not all was bad as I knew you did try The stone that you cast, I now throw away Break free of the past, but memories will stay Your poison was lead that bled through my veins The cure is endless as the scars remain
I watch my child in her delay Waiting for speech some day Holding my heart in her hand Her mind is slipping through my fingers like sand She has an emptiness in her eyes She listens but makes no connection or ties I feel as if I failed somehow So what can I do for her now She is the butterfly in my life Yet she is all lost in strife Please tell me why my little girl Why my precious baby girl?
distortion its the only thing you see even though i try so hard to hide that secret part of me to keep up my masquerade to be the someone you wish me to be is it worth it? can you even hear me? try so hard to get your attention and every once in a while mention how much i love you and need your affection your emotional support and your guiding direction i wont give up, i wont stop trying although your subconscious rejection keeps me crying the need i feel is truly defying my aching thirst undying - love from you is my overwhelming zeal is this my life? is this even real? if i wake up will this all be a dream? will my story be another? will this puzzle of a life finally be put together? unanswered questions and incomplete thoughts my life's been a game it seems so far i've lost.
When I sleep at night it's your face I see, Living for your addictions and not me. It's your fears I hear, Not my own or anyone else's. All because I cry motherly tears. My knowledge is far beyond my years, Your life is my fear. And yet i'm supposed to be the child, And I live for you and me both? You don't know the pain your causing me, All I ask for is to be free. So when I cry , I cry motherly tears. Your the parent and I'm the child, Your the hot and I'm mild. I cry motherly tears cause, It's your face i wear, Your voice i hear, And your soul I care. All cause I cry motherly tears.
I remember when you Were just a baby When I could hold you in my arms And rock you to sleep Over the years as you grew You were a little handful at times We laugh about that now Part of me loves to watch you grow And become more independent Another part of me wants you To stay my little girl forever Sometimes I feel so frightened For I dread the day that you will No longer need Mommy to Kiss your boo boos to Make them better I dread the day that you will no longer Need Mommy to hold your hand When you cross the street or Give you kisses when I tuck you in at night I will mourn your childhood years Because it will be the ending Of a time when you thought I was the greatest Mommy In the whole world I will miss the times when we Blasted the CD player And danced around the living room I will miss taking you shopping for New clothes for school I will miss our "girls day out" When we would go to Dillards And spend a whole day Getting our hair done I wish these days Could last forever Because no matter how old you get You will always be my baby In my heart you will always Be my little girl forever
Oh I wish you could understand It feels like we're not even on the same land. I thought happiness for me was the way But you feel like I've traveled astray. You'll never accept my life you state So, far way, I'll always wait. With your mind and soul you showed me the way And I live by all the things you say. Allow yourself to come out of the gate Free yourself of the anger and hate. Love me freely and treat me dear I'm happy now daddy and you have nothing to fear
A little child stands alone That child has no where to go With just a trash bag To hold all her belongings She is sad and lonely As she looks up at the house once hers She cries and cries Missing her mother and father But they were long since gone They had forgotten their child The little one they had called their own Is now forgotten with no where to go
Shifted child hither and away ripped roots clipped soil untended uncertain tender shoots beneath the snow fear spring thaw
(Dedicated to Stacy A Brooks who died in a horrible car crash on September 7, 1997. She was the loving mother of Meghan and Madison Welch.) She was a special girl but now she's gone. It's hard but she'd want our lives to go on. It's hard to accept that she's dead. She should've had many more years ahead. Now her children are left without a father and a mother. She was good to her children and people loved her. It's so sad that her life came to an end. She touched the lives of all of her friends. She loved her sister and her two brothers. She was very close to her mother. She was so good throughout the years. Now people say goodbye and shed their tears. She cared about her family as well as others. Now her children are being raised by their grandmother. She was only twenty-five when she was killed. Now you can understand the grief that I feel.
Come visit my grave." Is what she said, To little to have these thoughts in her head. She's only a baby she's eight years old, Through her, her mothers story will be told. "let's move away and start a new life." "Maybe my boyfriend will leave his wife." Every night drink after drink, Her mind so clouded she couldn't even think. Her little girl so innocent and pure, Left with no choice but to quickly mature. The roles some how became reversed, Night after night it seemed rehearsed. Pick her up and bring her home, Pour some wine and leave her alone. One glass ALWAYS led to two, Until she didn't know what to do. She only four then five then six, Because of you she learned new tricks. She learned to cry at nothing at all, To avoid hearing you make that call. She learned to say that she felt sick, Couldn't you see it was only a trick? "Your fathers no good I need so money." "Don't look at me like I said something funny." "Your to little to understand, But your Uncle now is my new man." "The time has come for us to move home, Baby I love you but I need time alone." "You'll go live with Daddy and you'll start school, Even though I told you ….he was a fool." "When things don't work out with my new man, I'll come get you I'll have a plan." A little girl so lost and confused Her little heart has been badly bruised. "Come visit my grave" is what she said, Her tiny heart left hanging by a thread.
.(This is a fictional poem) The school counselor told me that you have Aids. You didn't come to me because you were afraid For years I yelled and neglected you, I wasn't a good father. When it came to trying to be a good parent, I didn't even bother. I know that I've been a lousy dad but I'm going to start being there for you. I'll climb a mountain or swim across an ocean if that's what I have to do. I'm not sure how much more time we'll have together. But i'll be here to help as you go through the stormy weather. You're in pain because of this illness you have to endure. I'm going to hold you in my arms and pray for a cure.
For a decade I was locked inside The little world you placed me in I knew no other way to exist You ruled our home through intimidation Dsyfunction was what our lives revolved around You loved me and protected me Then attacked and belittled me Though most of the time no bruises Appeared on my weary body My soul was bruised and scarred Beyond repair No one would listen Because they did not see The outward signs of a woman Tormented by a tyrannical ruler Fate played a cruel trick on us For our baby was ripped from our arms twice Because your monster surfaced time after time I plunged into a dark abyss Without my little girl to hold every night I felt so much pain I was in agony every moment I was awake I wanted to throw myself into a ravine and die But, the thought of having my baby back kept me alive It made me want to fight for her When she reunited with me for the second time In my care she has stayed ever since Because the house of horrors we used To dwell in is a little less scary But, even now I sometimes catch a glimpse Of the diabolical master that held us hostage With his fits of terror and paranoid delusions Though now much tamer He still has it in him So I always have to be on guard But, now I have taken back control of my life I have been empowered to break free from this prison And have a voice of my own again This time I am silent no longer I am screaming for an end to this nightmare Because I won't be your victim any longer
they laid you in my arms,with all your innocent charm,i prayed to god above, for the rest of her life,let her live in love." your first word, your first smile, your first day of school,my how you grew.. through sickness and in health, rain or shine, god gave you to me on loan,for a short time. now a grown woman with a child of her own,my how shes grown {shelby},with hair as red as when her mama was born,given only to you ,on loan from god above, to you jenny : with love. they laid her in your arms,with all her sweet charm,you prayed to god above, for the rest of her life let her live in love.. her first smile, her first word, her first baby step. MY ... babys face lit up like gods stars, as i watched them grow together,my memories from afar... theyre first word, theyre first smile, theyre first baby step,for the rest of theyre lives,let them live in gods love.....
My safe haven is a beaten child's heaven. A place I go to escape reality into a mystical imagination no one knows. A place only I can go. A place I go hide when my daddies to far gone. He's to drunk to find me so I'm safe till dawn. It's filled with blankets and my mom's college Shakespeare book, The one she still doesn't know I took. I hear him yell and I hear her scream, But I'm safe here living in my daydreams. A place where fathers love daughters, and husbands love wives. A place where people live by happiness for all their lives. In my special magical place. In my small four by four closet space. Looking in it doesn't looks like much. But in a shattered child's eyes it's just the touch. When I make it their I don't need to worry or care. It's mine so I don't have to share. I escape from my home of hell And dream of stories far from here to tell. I read my book and then I'm lost. I find myself in a land of diamonds and frost. Love in my special place is unconditional. Children are special and sensational. My safe haven I go When I need saving. Daddy comes after me even if I haven't been miss behaving. So I have to disappear without a trace. In my special magical place. In my small four by four closet space. Years later I remember a little girl that hides. I remember how innocence dies. I remember that girls dreams. I remember how she almost fell through the seams. I remember she was brave. I remember she was saved. In my special magical place. In my small four by four closet space.
The girl who always got picked on Was the girl who wished she was dead The girl who hardly had friends Was the girl who wished she was dead The girl that always got hit Was the girl who wished she was dead The girl that got in trouble for no reason Was the girl who wished she was dead The girl that got her feelings hurt Was the girl who wished she was dead The girl that cried herself to sleep at night Was the girl who wished she was dead The girl that one day died Was the girl that finally got her wish
I can't get out trapped in this artificle world no way to escape now nothing left but my soul how was i supposed to know that life not that easy i got to find away some how to make it through those rainy days but heart screaming at me to get away so what am i supposed to do when my heart is saying to get way but my head is saying no way no chance don't they always say to follow your heart but happy ending only live in fairy tales so what am i supposed to do live a life of unhappiness or brave the big bad world on my own? a life of unhappiness with no uncertainty's or life of chance but with but uncertainty's sign a hint will do for me but guidance is always untrue
Mother mother Can you hear me? Has the substance plugged your ears? Are you too high to hear? Leave me alone Maybe for days "She'll get over it" Did you know I hear what you say? I'm not an ignorant little girl I know where you go I know not to trust you I know your promises will never be fulfilled So why do you promise me the world But keep it to yourself Why do you slap me when I try to reach out But try to give me a warped sense of "help" Mother mother Your remedies are useless Nothing makes up for the things you've done Nothing makes up for the lies you've spun Mother mother You are not the adult I am not the child
He told me what 2 wear i cried he didn't care he makes me wash, cook and clean it wasn't fair he beats me with a gage he knows i'm under age the pain is unbearable he thinks this fun and games so when i tell him to stop he gets in a rage
Brought you up like a little princess, center of my whole universe; when you cry I'd come right running – daddy's little girl. Through distance and even through time, nothing could seem to pull us apart. riding on my back, screaming with delight – father and child. But now that you've grown without warning you thrust a dagger through my soul, cut me up with your sharpest blade, pierced my gut with your pointed knife, broke me up like your helpless doll. how could you! We used to be so good together, at least that's the way I always thought; never knew you'd hurt me this bad, you lived just for yourself. And now that you've grown without warning you thrust a dagger through my soul, cut me up with your sharpest blade, pierced my gut with your pointed knife, broke me up like your helpless doll. how could you! I can't tell if I can look at you again with the same glimpse of love here in my eyes. I may forgive you when my wound finally heals but one thing is sure I will never forget. Betrayed!
I loved everything about you even your sins when you gave up and told yourself "I lose" I reminded you to win The saddest thing I've ever known was the day you toldme on the phone belief no more you had in me and she could come and i couldn't and thats final you see I no longer understand what you are or what your trying to do I guess doing to me what your own mother did to you
I was once so fond Of the gray-streaked Locks cascading Down her frail back, Growing so long In her dying days. I visited her every day In the hospital. The sterile background, White linen, And dingy food tray, Dietary supplements And nurses' reminders. After school, I braided her hair, Fingertips brushing Scalp, climbing up And down the rope, Fashioning frizzed Ends into plaits. Its soft thickness Caressing my cheek, Smelling of flowers And sweet oils As she uttered "I love you" For the last time.
Lately, I've been looking in the mirror And trying to see you beyond my eyes. I may be a fool, but I am not blind. As much as I wish it, you aren't there. I've spoken hidden words, Hoping you would understand, But you haven't been there for me. I have to wonder who or what I am to you. And I have to wonder how I can bear Belonging to someone who just doesn't care. I have to wonder.... If I ran, would you come after me? If I stopped, what would you say? If I just closed my eyes And let myself fall, Would you catch me? Or would you walk back down that hall? Block me out? Pretend I never called? If I was in danger, would you fight for me? If I was hurt, would you avenge me? If I was sick, would you hold my hand and pray for me to be well? If I died, Daddy, would you care at all? So if I run now, And you don't want me to go, Then come after me fast. I may keep looking back, But if you're not coming, Daddy, I ain't ever turning back. If I ran, would you come after me? If I stopped, what would you say? If I just closed my eyes and let myself fall, would you catch me? Or would you walk back down that hall? Block me out? Pretend I never called? I need to know... So, here I go, I need to know, Daddy. Would you come after me?
A mother's love you miss so much A father's hand, can't feel the touch A loss so great, can't stand to feel A family gone, was it ever real A baby's skin, no longer to hold An open heart, now so cold Those beautiful eyes, no longer to see That ominous love, no more for me That man's love can't be true His loving words, no more I love you His anger erupts, oh how it burns Those demonic eyes, oh how he turned The angels above call my name Rising above this world, nothings the same My body and soul disconnect As the rope tightens around my neck
(This is a fictional poem) You destroyed my life when you raped and killed my daughter. Now you're on death row and you're going to be slaughtered. You took the only thing in my life that mattered. I'm glad they're going to fry you, you bastard! When the sun rises, I don't even want to get out of bed. I'm miserable and I'm falling apart because she's dead. You broke into our home and callously killed her with a knife. I just want you to know that I'll hate you for the rest of my life.
Hard to believe I'm your flesh and blood As you blithely send a kick my way The contact hurts Hurts like the granted you take me for But at least your touching. Is this good enough? Have I prayed hard enough Tried hard enough Cried hard enough For you to notice the feeling scrawled across my face Scrawled again in crimson ink on my wrist. And red lines race. Do you notice? Tell me do you notice? Words are in my soul In my journal In my arm But they remained unspoken Tell me did you notice? Do you notice my silence when only you're around? Do you see my longing for contact not as punishment? Do you notice my tears as I find my own little sleeping pill? Can you not read me? The letters are loud and clear. My thoughts are etched in stone on my face Things are damaged Ties are broken How have we managed With so many words unspoken I'm screaming I'm Breaking I'm grieving I'm rebelling I'm Trying And I'm losing I'm walking on wires three to three thousand And you laugh as they break Laugh as I fall If I'm hung from a rope maybe you'll know me Maybe you'll call me Call me your baby girl once again Hold me in your arms as you see what you've done Or maybe you'll turn your back Turn your back and run Run from this mistake over time. This mistake that is my soul
I reflect on the way you treated me the way you used and abused left me young, dumb, and confused At that tender age i could never choose and i thank my sister for bringing out the truth I never had a chance to cherish my "sweet pea" You left me for years struggling with low self esteem no one not even you paid attention to my screams i reflect on how i didn't even want to go any farther i reflect on you my own father....... ........ Reflecting, looking at my own reflection you was friendly the only one on the block introduced yourself to me Yea i remember I was 10 you was 12 At 15 you left me, Had me going through emotions felt like hell. You was like only family the only one who understood The only one that allowed me to cry all I could the best thing is she never let me cry alone I reflect on how 6 years later we still maintaining strong........REFLECTING Now some years has pasted and the troubles run deeper The state is involved and the top hill I was on run steeper With all the programs, youth shelters, foster homes, and new people No one around me to trust, now I'm a light sleeper. I sit here in the dark crying is all I can do As I get older, I have more things to think about and choose I'm paying for my father's sickness day by day Just because he was a pedophile and decided to penetrate Who ever thought us all five of his daughters Now everything I do I have to protect it Not every man knows what respect is... So I end my reflection turning away from the person staring at me in the mirror Next person who experience this God please protect her.
The car was packed, the sun was low the end was drawing near, A journey home, a brand-new start, alas here comes the tears. I hugged you tight and whispered low " I don't want to say good-bye". You chuckled deep and hugged me back. You gave a dad's reply. You said just "See you later" that would get us through. My husband and new family we drove off to life anew. He was to be the man I would share how many years? He would hold me tight that night I'd drowned in fear. Three years they would pass us by with letters and some calls. Then April Fools you passed away and now I pace the halls. I wonder what I should have said, and if I should have stayed. I wonder if you knew that day what could not be delayed. Good-bye it seems so final, like the slamming of a door, To make progression easier, for me you wanted more. I scan the streets of people so many resemble you, I listen to the wind, and surprise I hear you too. I find comfort in your notion of seeing you again, So passively I surrender to Only God Knows When.
My Life I lyed in my bed, That was in a room the size of a shed, All I wanted to do is sleep, But then I would hear a slite creak, I would hear someone steping down with their feet, Telling me it was time to eat, After I would finish eating, I would rock while sitting, The nasty food didn't make me feel feed, But I still would head downstairs to go to bed, I would just ly there, I knew that my life was so unfair, Finilly I would fall asleep, Only to wake up to a beep, I would do my hair and get dressed, But still I was a big mess, Then I would go to school, All day I would act like a fool, At school I could be me, At school I could be free, But then I have to go, Back to the place that made me feel low, I would do my homework then start to clean, Then I would go to my room and dream, I would dream of better place, And me with a better face, Then I heard a knock at the door, I let the two guys come in and set their stuff on the floor, It went from having fun, To feeling num, I went to my room, Not knowing something bad was to happen soon, I fell asleep and dreamed about a purple grape, But soon I would awake only to find out I had been raped!
Its a shame what you have put us through. You look the judge in the eye, As if you didn't do anything wrong. A sick minded father doesn't deserve, These greatful Children of his. He's already physically hurt two. He never learned the first time around. Back to Jail he goes for his pleasure he could not stop. A shameless father sitting in court, In front of his four children, Lying about what he had performed on them. The tears rolling down the daughters faces, As anger is in their mothers eyes, Glaring at there father. How could a father do this? He has hurt his whole family. Now is the time he is punished, For the pain he has put his very own children through.
Take my fortune Take my fame Take my pride Leave me in shame Take my sanity Take my soul Take my dignity Leave me without control Take my compassion, take my pride Take my faithfulness too Take my entire life as well For the man you've become is not the man I once knew Take my dreams Take my freedom Take my voice as well For the conscious and love you once had Those traits have now expelled Take everything without regret or any empathy to bestow But you'll never take the love for my girls which forever continues to grow
What can turn time back, to those unforgettable days. The way I took advantage of your love, when I told you, I will never change. What can put a smile on my face, and erase the guilt that's heavy in my heart, Why did I ignore you as if you didn't matter, how come I didn't say I was sorry from the start? The reproach I brought to your name, The aches & pain, the suffering, the shame. How could I have been so rebellious, so ignorant and selfish? My pride blinding me, I couldn't see that I was being very foolish And all the time I laughed at you, mocking you as you tried to share the truth with me, However, I turned away, throwing up my hand, without respect, and mindless understanding. I wanted to distance my self from you, telling you to stay away, Giving you trouble, every time day after day, For whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap, Now you're gone not here with me, and every day I weep. I am troubled, heart broken, filled with agony, Confused, uncertain because of this tragedy. I'd never thought I'd see the day where everything would turn over on me, Now, I am no longer blind, I finally can see. But it's too late and there's no way you can here me say, That I'm sorry for the pain I've caused my evil doing, my heartbreaking ways. Why didn't I listen, why was I so dumb, Why did I let my heart become hardened and num? You were always right I was wrong each time, now I know In addition, I'm paying for it each day I awake, with tears on my pillow.
What was left.... Memories.....Heartache aged photos.... pictures of children Carefree ..... now grown Twice met grandchildren never onced phoned..... Alcohol ...... nicotine , His chemical crutch This Once loved family , Not deserving of such Were you coming home or already there ? Left feeling .....abandoned Left feeling unfair
You don't know me. I'm the one who sat in the corner of your life all those years. I'm the one who felt pain when you felt pain. I'm the one who wished with all my heart that you would notice. But you didn't notice me. You didn't care. So here I sit... Alone... Rotting, dying on the inside. Are you happy now? You don't knoe me.
as a little girl i had bad dreams. i awoke in the night to hear my own screams. these dreams were nightmares i lived many nights, i prayed for help as i turned out the lights. the dreams had a monster i knew well, i was a good girl i could not tell. the monster would hurt me and make me feel sad, what hurt me the most was my dad. i told no one about the game, i could not tell mom because of the shame. without fear and refusing to cry i faced the monster and ask why?. i got no answer to the questions i had, i got my answer by watching my dad. i saw him crying and shaking his head i saw my daddy wishing he were dead. i felt no anger, hate nor fear, what i was feeling was so perfectly clear. i felt so sorry for the soul trapped inside, i asked for forgiveness for wishing he had died.
When you were growing inside my womb, I promised no pain and to keep you from harm, And then you were born into a painful life and I realized the promise was an impossible one. So now that you've grown into a young lady I give you this promise, please remember it daily. I PROMISE to be there when your head hurts too bad and to always see your beauty even when you're mad. I PROMISE to fight for your right to be here and to hold your hand through all that you fear. I PROMISE to give you the tools that you need and to be a good person so you can follow my lead. I PROMISE to be positive and expect the best and make you laugh when you deal with the rest. I PROMISE to hug you whenever you need one, I PROMISE to kiss you when life isn't fun. I PROMISE to hold you when you're puking like crazy and to listen closely when your speech is hazy. I PROMISE to be there waiting for you everytime you have to go to the operating room I PROMISE to remember that no matter what I do I'll never understand what it's like to be you. I PROMISE to be there for you in every way and lastly to love you for FOREVER AND A DAY.