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A mazing child full of life
Unconditional relentless love
Touched by angels through the strife
Insightful blessings from above
Struggles with communication
Tries with joyful anticipation
Intelligence beyond the norm
Child of God within the storm
I s a child to be heard?
N o one answers, as usual. The silence is slowly killing me.
S orrow, misunderstanding and these mourning memories,
I s this the way it is supposed to be? Since that fateful day, I have been a
G irl, lost in a whirl of tragic past, calamitous present and the fear of having no future,
N ever have I known what "family", "friends" or "fiends" mean, for
I have never made or heard of any.
F or I am thirteen, just as inconsequential as a dwarf planet, amongst boundless galaxies.
I live in misery, why won't anyone listen to me? I may be young, but I
C an converse, listen and see, and I
A m as normal as you are. So why
N ot give me a chance to prove myself?
C an you ever give me a listening
E ar? Is a child to be heard?
Self-Esteem destroyed; lost and never found
Engaged in unwanted advances; horror all around
X-Rated is the actions; the pain is something unable to forget
United are the demons, which created the mood to set
Audacity running through his veins; unable to see the fright
Losing all my dignity; fighting with all my might
Lusting for a purpose; one of the ultimate sins
Yearning for gratification; not thinking about the child within
Mortified beyond repair; a terrified child now resides
Open to the vulnerability; a perfect secret now to hide
Losing this perverted battle; feeling mute and all alone
Emptiness has now replaced, a subtle joyful tone
Silence I have learned; haunting memories hiding within
Trust I give to no one; for all of life is one big sin
Exiled from a childhood, that helped make me who I am today
Disgraced by the memories as I watched my childhood fade away
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life
Halloween night of events
Alot of trick or treating
Lots of candy for eating
Love when they come to the door
Opening bags wanting more
Witches, pumpkins or a ghost
Each comparing who got most
Even the parents take part
Not admit their young at heart
Everything Halloween contest
K isses blown across the room
A rms filled with Teddy Bear
R esting secure in mother's love
T rutst and delight are there
E nters the world of slumber
R est, dream sweet dreams dream
Written, Thursday, June 06, 2013
Tonight, save me and wife and child from thee
Haunted horror our home assumes to be
Enchanted with evils, souls hell has freed
Oh God, thy neck is tired and hard to hold
Tyra...my wife, and child walk old of cold
Hath they, the dark; homeless, grotesque and bold
Entered at ease our evenings to ahold
Reaping our grand estate as ghosts paroled!
Vanish thy presence, hither not, visitor
Ill souls, why bring forth this inquisitor?
She speaks to me a low and lurring breath
I notice now the fog below my breath...
To be or not to be, I question death!
Oh God, must I travel her telepath?
Reciting how death of sick wife and child
Seduced a rope that my neck so beguiled
Cuddling up close to teddy,
Happy smile on her face she sleeps
Is she remembering the circus with
Lions and tigers prancing about,
Dancing dogs, making her dream complete
When I was only five
Heard mommy always's say
Angel keep being naughty and you won't make it to
Entry for Adam Hapworth's
Captcha Acrostic Contest
When out on the lawn green grass grew everywhere,
I knew in a moment that no snowman was there.
No child in the town would see a white Christmas.
The ice in the rink arrived man-made and fogless.
Excited boisterous children laughed and slip-slid around.
Rip-roarious the winter wonders in a warm southern town.
What fantastic fantasies fill malls in Florida winters?
Opulent brilliance, colorful lights bedecked and blinkers.
Noble elves work inside at each new on site workshop.
Delightfully watching children gleam with eyes all lit up.
Exceptional imaginations and a warm winter show.
Reality slips into fantasy as cherry faces start to glow.
Love in the air mingles with scents of bayberry.
Adults all around adorning, become merry.
Not one child misses winter in their Florida town.
Dependably on time, Santa always comes around.
© December 24, 2011