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Details | Narrative | |

Sweetest Love Note

One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the movies. The
boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them
that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talk. She told him that her
feelings had changed & that it was time to move on.
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he
slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.
At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same street. He swerved
right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she
pulled it out & read it.
"Without your love, I would die."


Details | Free verse | |

A WISH

"I Wish"

I wish I could blow air into your little lungs, 
The day my daughter brought your stillborn body into this world. 
Hold your little body warm, 
And tell my little girl you have her cute little nose....
Count your little fingers, and kiss your little toes....

I wish, 
I could look into your daring eyes, 
Facing a little boy, who's ready for this world
I wish,
I could tell my daughter you have her beautiful brown eyes...
Sadly, it’s not like that.
How can I tell my daughter everything will be all right?
When a piece of my heart was stolen with her's,
When giving birth to her son, my grandson 
March 25, 2013---- How it Hurts! 
~~~
O’ how I wish, you entered this world crying
Instead, we're the ones left in tears of sorrow
~~~
How I wish you could be, 
And not this feeling you left inside
How I wish, God could explain why o' why o' why?
I wish I could find the reasons now, and not wait until I die.

Mostly, I WISH Mommy could fix this.

Bael Lesley G.
Born March 25, 2013 
RIP March 25, 2013

----------
by;PD  :-(


Details | Free verse | |

In Her Fathers Arms

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Suicide

I see the pain in your eyes
The fear in your voice
I know because I've been in your place
It's not your choice

I'm sorry
I would hate for anyone  to feel this way
Please don't leave this world
Just try and stay

This isn't the only way to go
At least don't leave without a fight
Just know
You were never alone

You had me right by your side
Even when you never wanted me around
I promise to you I never told a lie
I was always honest and true
Towards you

You don't have to end your life
I've tried to many times its not worth it
Please put down that knife
I mean it

Stay with me
Fight this battle with me by your side
You always had me don't you see
I was always nice to you

Even when you where terrible to me
I fought threw it and you can too
You're just a little seed
Waiting to grow into something beautiful


Details | Rhyme | |

The Dream

It came in a dream

my face all blue

she saw my death

somehow she new

stay home this night 

she begged of me

but a young girl wants to be free

the knife plunged in deep

I recalled her words and began to weep

stay home this night she begged of me

but a young girl wants to be free

the rope around me

I did not struggle

for I knew my fate

should have listened to my mother

but now it's much too late

I close my eyes and wait to die

and finally fall asleep

I wake to hear the end of her prayer

"I pray the Lord your soul to keep"

I open my eyes

I am not dead

Mom  has a wash cloth on my head

You have a fever

It's pretty high

try to sleep she says with a sigh


Details | Free verse | |

Who Though

Who would have thought the girl with the bright smile and joy enflamed in her eyes 
Sits' in the corner crying herself to sleep every night 
Who would have thought the boy walking the halls always giving a hand 
Wishs' that when he sleeps the gentle light may seep him off his feet 
Would would have thought the girl that ended her own life 
Was raped, beaten and bullied at both home and school 
Who would have thought our childrens children 
Have sought to use weapons and let eragancy become them making them a fool 
Who would have thought that no matter how we try for peace 
We show our children war is the answer
Who would have thought that our guidence
Has be clouded and no longer is pure 
Who would have thought teenage life is harder 
When your getting bullied or picked on in school 
Who would have thought that a person couldn't walk out of their house 
With out fear of being raped, shot, or stabed and death is finally at your door 
Who would have thought in life know a day's 
Death is more near to our lives then ever before 
    Who Would Have Thought


Details | Elegy | |

sweet baby girl

Sweeter than a flower special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Kneeling in prayer singing a tune
Beautiful young one baby girl
See her face glowing
Know that she's going to a better place
Surrounded by angels
Near the pearly gates
Safely in the sacred arms
Looking up at Jesus face
Sweeter than a flower
Special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Close your eyes right now
See her going
To a better place
Your little baby girl


Details | Rhyme | |

Nobody Knew

Nobody knows the pain she hides,
No one cares to look inside.
This little girl that’s only nine,
Has to fight to stay alive.

Her mom’s an alcoholic,
And her daddy does drugs.
She gets beaten and bruised,
Instead of kisses and hugs.

Nobody hears the little girl’s cries,
Nobody notices her wet swelled eyes.
When her mommy is drunk and her daddy is high,
So she doesn’t get beaten, she has to hide.

She’s sick of the pain,
That she suffers from every night.
She’s sick of getting punished,
For her mom and dad’s fights.

So, she went downstairs and grabbed a rope,
And hung it way up high.
She stood on a chair and put her head through the noose,
And jumped and hung there to die.

Her mom came home drunk that night,
Her daddy came home high.
To find her hanging by the rope,
To find out she had committed suicide.

Nobody knew the pain she hid,
Nobody cared to look inside.
The little girl that had wet swelled eyes,
Committed suicide and no longer has to fight to stay alive.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Beast Within

The girl of my dreams
I met one night
Her beauty captured
This Highland Knight
 
Its been a month
And i am so absorbed
To be with her
On natures orb
 
Then one night 
As we lay in bed
A strange feeling
Runs through my head
 
The previous night
She stayed out late
Not getting home
As i lie awake
 
A pattern showed
On various nights
She never came home
Until near light
 
In wanting to know
One darkened night
In following her
Keeping out of site
 
Clearing ahead
Brightened sky
Was that a howl
Or a dogs cry
 
Shrubbery clearing
As my eyes did see
The girl of my dreams
Standing over me
 
Her white nightdress
Blackened and stained
Droplets of red
Unexplained
 
I reach out to touch
As she pulls away
Her body changing
In every way
 
Her long golden hair
Now grainy Gray
Her looks resembling
In a wolf-en way
 
Transformed in all
Into the night, she heads
The very next day
Deadened red
 
In sorrow torn
My heart decides
To rid this world
Of her wolf-en side
 
Gunsmith called
Silver required
Bullets made
Revolver acquired
 
The very next night
Shrubbery clearing
Quickened steps
Wolf-en nearing
 
Up i stand
As she growls at me
Her teeth bloodied
Saliva streams
 
In one massive leap
She makes for me
As i draw my gun
And fire three
 
In whimpering howl
To the ground she falls
Whimpering silenced
Her very last call
 
The girl of my dreams
I met one night
This changing beauty
I killed tonight



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy2.php



Details | Imagism | |

A Lonely Night

 A young girl was walking in a forest one night
The moon had shown its darkest light
She was all alone and scared
But nobody cared

She walked for hours
Passing through plains of dead flowers
The forest was a never ending night
Filled with terrors and fright

Wolfs howled from nearby
The girl began to cry
Nobody could see her tears
Only the creatures that she fears

She went on walking
As the shadows kept stalking
A teddy in one hand 
She wondered if anyone would ever understand

She thought of the people that caused her to be there
Wondering if their still unaware
She ran away from them
She sobbed felling condemn

Cuts, scrapes, and bruises all over her body
She wished the pain would disembody
Her freshest wounds still dripping blood on the ground
Feeling weak she began to become confound

She collapsed into a deep slumber
Wolfs surrounded her but stayed cumber
They all roes heads and howled at her side
The girl had died


Details | Romanticism | |

Girl

Its so hard to say good-bye but I still cry, 

Now that I realize that you gone out of my 

life, girl I just can't stop writing poems 

about you, I love so much, girl I'm about to 

go insane all my days still look like rain, 

girl I go through so much pain, I don't know 

if I could remember my name, it feels like 

I'm about to loose my mind, I know your legs 

are tired, because you run through my all 

the time, girl, over and over I think about 

you, now I hope you see how much I'm still 

in love with you.


Details | I do not know? | |

All she could say.

	I awoke to her screaming in the early morning grey. He knew he 
needed to leave
had to go away. The tears were failing he could no longer hide. So much 
sadness built
deep inside. Young tired unknowing eyes awaken by her mothers scream. He 
found her 
looking, his heart breaking, tears began to stream. The little girl ran past her 
mother, 
and ran to him in the early morning grey. The little girl looked up to him. Dad, was 
the only
word she could say...

His heart began to pound, the little girls tears falling to the ground. They hugged 
and both 
cried together in the early morning grey. The mother ripped her away from him, 
screaming
go away. Placing the little girl inside the house. The little girl ran to the window, 
stared and 
listioned as quiet as a mouse...

Through the window she heard no sound, her mother pushed him, stumbling he 
fell to the ground.
As he rose beginning to stand, he noticed the gun she had in her right hand. He 
wanted to move had began to step away, One bullet fired in the early morning 
grey.

Then I heard the woman scream, what have I done? Looking at him and then at 
the gun. I picked myself off the floor. I stepped forward and opened my front door. 
I found the little girl by his side in the early morning grey.As he began to die, dad 
was the only word she could say.


Details | Free verse | |

Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?


Details | Narrative | |

Red

Little Red was riding all alone

but she lost her way back home

Sweet Mommy, ready with her jam and pancakes

waited for her dear Little Red all day

but where did she go?

where did she go?

that night was starless

and the wind was blowing so cold


Sweet mommy got so worried

so she called up Little Red on the phone

and asked the little brat where did she go

"mommy dont worry, please be calm", she answered

"i'm here at the city to hang out.

got a new baby, and by the way, grandma's ok, the wolf is dead

I'll be fine. i promise... I'll be home at ten"

So Sweet mommy stayed awake

waiting for her dear Little Red

But no Little Red came at ten

"that stubborn brat...", sweet mommy said

Again she called up Little Red

but the daughter's phone was unattended

It was already past eleven

"tomorrow, she'll have a good beating..." the mother said


It was past twelve already

when Sweet Mommy's phone rang

It was Little Red with a trembling voice

crying to her out loud

"Mommy, mommy...i'm so scared...please pray!

My baby's drunk and our car lost its brake

Mommy, i'm so sorry for what i've done and said

Mommy, mommy...I Love you...Oh shit!!!"..then the phone was dead



That night was starless

The wind was so cold

Where's Little Red now?



Nobody knows.


Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Details | Name | |

Sarah Marie Johnson

Sarah Johnson is, and will always be a cold, heartless murderer. She has no empathy for what she did to both of her own parents, Diane and Alan Johnson. Her friends and family can't even believe that a sweet girl would kill both of her own parents over some guy. They knew that Sarah wasn't supposed to get into this so-called "serious relationship" with this guy named Bruno Santos. The illegal immigrant was three years older than her, especially when he is still known for having a criminal history. It's sad to hear that Mr. and Mrs. Johnson had to die that soon. The entire Johnson family had their lives ahead of them. Sarah Johnson is a heartless liar, an assassin, and on top of all that, she has no soul. The girl was afraid that both of her parents would go to the police and have her so-called "boyfriend" arrested and charged for statutory rape, so Miss Johnson killed them. Now, that was a cowardly move. The reason why Sarah Johnson had killed both of her own parents (mother and father) is because for one, they were going to send him straight to jail for dating a then-sixteen-year-old and they grounded her for life, as in, "indefinitely." Everybody, including her brother, knows that Sarah has no heart and no soul. But in the end, I guess society is better off with Sarah Marie Johnson in prison for the rest of her life. And as far as the citizens of Bellevue, Idaho, her family and her high school friends are concerned, prison is where she belongs. She wasn't abused by both of her parents, but I still can't believe she killed them in cold blood. Now that's what everybody's talking about: a cold, calculates sociopath with no remorse for what she did and had felt no empathy. Sarah Johnson will always be remembered as a bad woman with a selfish ego. And if all types of homicides (matricide, fratricide, and/or parricide) continue to increase, there's no telling what bad thing might happen next.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Little Girl with Pigtails

She’s the little girl with pigtails,
who sits quietly at her desk.
Whose eyes lift to meet no one,
whose clothing is always a mess.

He’s the little boy on the playground,
whose strays alone without a friend.
Whose countless cuts and bruises,
are too deep for those to mend.

She’s the little girl in the lunch line,
who stares at classmates having fun.
Her mouth never forms a smile,
her long sleeves cover what’s been done.

He’s the little boy, who lashes out in anger,
as his classmates stop and stare,
in wonder at the skeptical, of a little boy
who seldom had a word to share.

She’s the little girl who recites excuses,
for every injury her tiny body may bear.
A rehearsed story told so perfectly,
no one notices the blankness within her stare.

He’s the little boy who startles so easily,
and jumps at the loudest sound.
A little boy covered in shades of blue,
inflicted by an abuser his fate is bound. 

She’s the little girl with pigtails,
she sits alone, without a friend to tend,
a black tinted heart of abusiveness,
hidden injuries never to mend.

They were the little boy and girl in the classroom,
who sat quietly alone, concealing the crime,
of living a life-time at the hands of an abuser,
who raised their hands of abuse one last time.


Details | Triolet | |

cerulean loss

her alabaster lips did drown
the sea with rage that fateful dawn.
how beautiful with skin so pale,
her alabaster lips. did drown
the roar of waves and shredded sail.
Poseidon's wrath on human pawn.
her alabaster lips did drown.
the sea with rage that fateful dawn...


Details | Rhyme | |

Death by Beauty

A smile moves across her lips
She gazes at her crime
A scar across her flesh and soul
To haunt her for all time
She’ll waste away for all she cares
Never stops to use her brain
Doesn’t care about the ones who are close
All she cares about is pain

She wants to be what the others expect of her
Doesn’t care about the self-respect for her
A rose can’t be a forget-me-not
Can’t she see what all she has got
Already?

Never to go back again
She feels the world is at an end
She will never show her grief
Although she’ll cry in empty streetS

She’d sooner live like a desolate mole
Living in fear in an empty hole
Screaming silent wails alone
Content to live in her mental home

A final tear falls from her eye
It hits the ground, it’s followed by
A beautiful body, mutated by hate
A kind word could have stopped it, but it is too late
One two many bricks in the wall in her mind
Molding her demise because her heart was blind
This self conscious being could never have won
For she was destroyed by the beautiful ones

She wouldn’t fight back, wouldn’t respect herself
In the end, she managed only to wreck herself
A rose can’t be a forget-me-not
Little did she know, she had all she had sought
Already


Details | Free verse | |

Somber Tears

As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.

As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down.

I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness,
of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways,
I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement.

I feel the faint cries of whores,
I hear the sound of backhand hitting face
and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere.

And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases,
and white motel bedsheets run red with blood
and cheap Italian wine.

And you can her the poet over the radio,
reading his own work for the one millionth time
and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die.

He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol
the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell,
the pimp nowhere to be found,
with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut.

And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement,
the floors of a jail cell,
tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage.

Tears never present, but are seen by many,
pain aches and pain takes away,
and I pour one more drink for the whore.

She takes me away,
and I caught her salty, somber tear,
and she crawled into my warm embrace.

I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp,
who broke her nose and made her bleed,
with a cowardess and souless backhand.

I walk into the moonlight,
hearing the somber tears all around me,
crash violently to the concrete pavement.

The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears,
that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children,
but we all look at ourselves and smile.

Happy we don't pay rent,
happy we don't have cancer,
happy we aren't six feet under;

But we still all cry,
Why?
Somber tears all fall in one big wave

crashing violently on the concrete pavement.
Now the red light turns green,
and the traffic moves along,
the whore is still at her corner,
the pimp still with the blade in his gut.


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | I do not know? | |

the girl i never knew

we thought she had evrything she could wish for
because she never complained,  never wanted more
she was a girl with a great style
she was a girl with the beggest smile
we thought she had the perfect life
while she was busy cutting her wrists with a knife

she went to church every sunday
she celebrated every christian holiday
if you had problems she was there
everybody wanted to befriend her
we thought her life was filled with fun
until the day she ended it with a gun

this is a story of a girl we'll never get to know
a story of a love we can never have a chance to show
if only we hadn't been so blind
if only she had told us what was in her mind
but "if only" doesn't help, what a shame
now we realise we didn't even know her name


Details | Rhyme | |

The Tin Man

They said he had no heart at all.
They said he felt no pain.
The stone-faced man just gave the facts.
No feelings would he feign.

He talked of floods and accidents.
He spoke of deadly quakes.
There were reports of surgeries.
He spoke of bites from snakes.

But then one day a war broke out.
It was one of the worst.
The man that was most seasoned.
He would report it first.

And so the tin man was sent out.
Across the world he flew.
He would report of countries torn.
A place where hatred grew.

Day and night, the two sides fought.
The massacre was brutal.
Leaders said they saw no hope.
They said the talks were futile.

One night the man reported late.
The sun was going down.
The light was still enough to see.
The story done in town.

The bullets came from everywhere.
Small fires raged around.
The camera man had focused in.
It seemed there was no sound.

The little girl had stumbled out. 
She could have been his own.
Her face had blood, her skin was torn.
The building had been blown.

The girl appeared as in a daze.
But still their eyes did meet.
Amidst the terror all around.
She walked across the street.

She looked just like an angel.
Her dress was burnt and torn.
She held her hands out to the man.
Her face was so forlorn.

Not more than thirty feet away.
His eyes fixed on the girl’s.
A bullet flew and she went down.
The blood had drenched her curls.

The man just stood in silence.
Like time had stopped in space.
The tin man’s heart had melted.
And tears streamed down his face.

They said he never was the same.
The damage pierced his soul.
They said that you could almost see.
How the bullet made a hole.


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Wake Me, When the Morning Comes

A night full of nightmares
and suicidal tendencies,
feeling pain rush, like tidal waves
crushing me and blood boiling
anger wishes and takes the best of me;
but can I heal my own heartbreak?
Will I ever find love again?
See the angel of death come to me,
smiles and says come with me.
Oh, Wake me, when the morning comes,
so I can show evil the light.

Feelings eternal and fragile,
she walks some lonesome highway
travelled by the ones who fall in love.
She a grand fool, who takes life for 
granted,
wake her with the morning light
and shine down rays of goodness and 
pride
and show her the path that leads back to 
me.

Wake me when the morning comes,
place her upon my doorstep
and a smile upon her loving face,
I'm not ready to move on just yet.
I don't want anymore nightmares
and nightly visits from the black angels.
I don't want to see blue eyed Death,
with his grinning skull and black robe.
I want to see the sunshine break through 
my window
and I want to hear the birds sing love 
songs,
and the trees dancing to the wind's sweet 
melody.
I want to awake to her sweet and glorious 
beauty.
Wake me, when the morning comes,
when I can open my eyes to anew
and see life in a new day,
and live life in a new way.

-10/5/2013-


Details | Free verse | |

In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Verse | |

The Family

The couple had a little girl 
and she was two years old
a pretty little thing she was 
although just getting bold

she loved her parents very much 
and let them know each day
she sometimes got in trouble when 
she tried new games to play

The threesome went out frequently 
to check out happy places
she could not help but notice 
a whole world of different faces

the child saw everything as new 
and saw it with great pleasure
her parents let her know a lot 
that she was their great treasure

All who saw them in their walks 
knew they were very happy
her folks would talk about her acts
even though some were sappy

The family took a camping trip
to live as days of yore
Her father thought he knew the best
to eat from country floor

while she slept soundly through the night
her Mom and Dad had died
the mushrooms dad had picked for lunch
were poisonous when fried

When she woke up she wondered why
her mom and dad were still
she yelled and cried till she was hoarse
but could not warm the chill

Her parents played a lot of games
this one she did not know
her mom and dad would not wake up
she had nowhere to go

She cried herself to sleep that night
tired out from all her tears
she felt her hunger growing now
first time in her two years

She did not wander far away
her thirst had made her weak
she did not like ths game at all
some comfort she did seek

They found them there after some days
they did not need to check
the little girl had died as well
her arms round daddys neck

Andrew B. Totten



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SELF-LOATHING

Step after step I move forward.
Into the abyss, 	
Into the pit
Black, thick, silent,
The pool is filled
 Yet the tar is so bleak and empty.
Fully submerged there is nothing, 
Nothing but me
Nothing to smell hear or see
So I focus on me
My weaknesses
My faults
My mistakes
I feel all the pain as the air leaves my lungs
As the pressure of all that I’ve done bears down upon my chest and back.
Bones bend and muscles contract.
That last bit of air
 Right before sweet eternal sleep
 Escapes into the darkness
And for that moment the pain stops and the pressure fades…
I am cold.
I am lost.
Floating back to the top…
I inhale 
And life is restored…until next time.


Details | Rhyme | |

I'M A BIG GIRL NOW

                              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.


Details | Free verse | |

spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


Details | Narrative | |

The Trilogy Ends

The brutalized girl breathed her last in faraway Singapore
She met her fate returning home, a couple of weeks ago
To shift the focus of the masses on an issue so emotive
And moved to a hospital in a distant land with a purely political motive
Reputed for organ transplants in which their hospital specialized 
What good did it do to a grievously hurt girl whose condition had not stabilized
The six hour flight to the distant shore was surely a misadventure
The government was uneasy with restive crowds near their hallowed seat of power

The government paid lip service to the girl who is no more
Making promises to a nation, both aggrieved and sore
But in the interim, another girl in a neighbouring state
Ended her life, harassed and denied for weeks from recording her rape
The administration’s handling of such incidents
Are not far and few and have many precedents
A woman parliamentarian and doctor to boot
Said something very strange in a television interview
Referred to a victim from the past
And on her character, aspersions she cast
Pronouncing to media that it was not rape at all
But a call-girl’s transaction gone wrong; what gall!
Another MP, this time the President’s son
Sought to have fun with his knowledge of the English lexicon
And portrayed the women demonstrators of civil society as ‘painted & dented’
The backlash was so vicious, on national television he recanted  
With red lights marking them as their sirens wail through the streets
Breaking traffic rules and followed by a bureaucratic fleet 
Politicians think that from their ivory towers they have seen it all
As elected office bearers they never cease to appall
In times of crisis you can sense the disconnect 
But democracy is about people’s choices, who do we elect?

And to men, I must ask why bestiality has become our way
Together we can surely change the world for a better day
Please resist if opportunity demands when you see a girl harassed
Or at the least seek help fast, you have to save the lass! 


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Jada Mortensen

And so she was the girl from Bair.
With ocean eyes and golden hair.
Of heavy heart and light despise
Of cupid's dart and winter's cries.
There came a day when things did end.
Around the corner of the bend
There came a truck and in dispair
The loudest word was spoken there.
And so she left to who knows where.
Whilst many cried because they cared.
She roams around in circles too,
And whispering winds and skies of blue.
We raise our glass towards the sky
And smile a memory although she died.
No tears tonight, not ever one.
For there she rests inside the sun.
She is okay we know for sure.
In better days to now endure.
And so she was the girl from Bair
With clemency; a heart so fair.
And as we lay in bed and sigh,
I'd like to say to you Goodbye.

Rest In Peace Best Friend
11-21-1996 ~ 06-21-2011


Details | Couplet | |

Fur Ball

<               my little girl came to me and asked for a pet
                 to me my heart just hasn't been quite set

                 but who could resist those baby brown eyes
                 and all those little wimpers and desirable sighs

                 so off we went in our broken down wagon
                 where the rear end you could tell was sagging

                 to petland is where we went
                 pocketbook really took a dent

                 odie and garfield was their chosen names
                 two bunny hampsters very different but the same

                 oh my little girl was not yet done
                 said mama we need hampster ball so they can have alot of fun

                  and don't forget their bedding liners
                  so their living will be much finer

                  but first you must buy them their cage
                  oh my little girl is quite smart for her age

                  she knows they like fruit and snacks
                  so she doubled order with ten sacks


                   ring ring ring ding ding ding
                   did it's cash register ever so did sing


                   eighty five fifty
                   well ain't that nifty


                   handed lady one hundred
                   mumbling under breath was said


                   left store in a hurry
                   with our clothes looking so dam fury




Written By Katherine Stella  7/3/11

Entry For Francine Robert's
Pick A Pet Contest
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

But with the evil, came the good

All turned down to the worst
as the children lost innocence,
as the bums drank their last breath away,
as the man eating sharks finding their way,
to the over-crowded sandy beaches,
as the man turn to the woman
and gave her a slap across the face,
as the thef steals in the night,
as the coward goes behind his loved ones' backs,
as the oil lanterns spill over and burn the bridges
to salvation and paradise.
Something always happens to the good guy,
a knife in the back in the midst of dawn,
his woman leaving with another man,
he dying slowly of cancer,
or suffering from intoxication of the blood.
Poison. Poison, ravages his body,
oh, how could God let such things happen
to such a good man?
His life work, his social life, his nirvana
all destroied, burned away, turned to dust.

But with the evil, came the good.
Yes with time and time again
repeating itself in a circle of time,
across the crossed faces,
as blue eyed Death smiles
and as the girls grin,
Everything came into place,
Anyway with evil, came the good.
Indeed it had came right to his front doorstep.


Details | Lyric | |

im yours

Ever feel like your world is crashing right before your eyes?

Everyone is just in a still mode

you go up to speak to them

And they just stand there

Not saying a word

not even blinking

Like your world has frozen

I'm your pain when you can't feel

I'm your eyes when you must kill

I'm your voice when you must lie

I'm the fear that fills your brain

I'm yours when the world falls apart

I'm the sadness when you are depressed

I'm the numbness when you can't heal

I'm the sharpness of the blade in which u cut

I'm the bullet that pierces your heart

I'm yours when your world has fallen apart.




Details | Free verse | |

Skin Deep

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…


Details | ABC | |

You Left because of me

You left?
Why?
Because of me is it?
It was all my Fault was it?

I did Everything for you to love me,
I did Everything for you to accept me,
I did it all because I love you
But why?How could you?!

You left and break the Promise,
Which you were suppose to not Break it,
Your words were all a Lie was it?
And This is Just a Game then you`ll end it

I was just a Replacement,My Love
and YOU slap it on my Face like how it hurts
I tried and Tried to Move on,
But it still hurts

You were Mad because of a Worthless Lie,
You were mad just like how someone Died
But My Dear,You don`t need to Prove it on me
`cause I know I`m not the perfect one to thee

And Now may I tell you this,
That my Love is never Ending,
Whenever you hurt me
It just makes me love you more...

It makes me Feel heaven to fall for you,
But your life was in hell when I did too
So now I`m leaving and won`t come back
Because you left me Because of me.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Girl Who Could Never Understand

There was a girl so free and young;
untouched by the darkness she was yet to become.
Not yet grown up but wishing she would.
She didn’t realise it would make her numb

There was a girl who dreamed of the future,
who wished of being smart, pretty and free.
She told herself it take years to understand,
When it actually only took three.

There was a girl who became obsessed
with things such as looks and grades.
Every time she ‘messed up’ her confidence slipped:
until someone told her about a blade

There was a girl who was once so innocent,
never before heard of self-harm,
but suddenly she knew how to cope!
All she had to do was cut her arm.

There was a girl who was dead inside-
Not understanding the darkness she had become.
She grew up too fast just like she wished:
Now she’s dead because she felt too numb.


Details | Limerick | |

A Girl On A Mission

              A Girl On A Mission

There once was a gal who sold china

Tested rockets in her vagina

She sat on one hard though

It made her a martyr

Blasting her & her china to China 


                                                           6/24/14 Bawdy Limericks II Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


Details | Free verse | |

Somber Song

Whilst sitting at her piano,
A tune it just came out,
It was so full of sadness,
We all had so much doubt.

Lydia was her name,
She was on the way to fame,
Her music was a special gift,
And gave us such a lift.

The townsfolk they all gathered around,
To greet this girl they'd found,
And she became an idol,
In this little country town.

One day whilst they were walking,
The lane was deep in snow,
The townsfolk came across this girl,
It's the way she wanted to go.

So now when they hear a piano,
Their thoughts all turn to her,
And so this Somber Story,
Still causes their heart to stir.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bourgeois and the Spinning Wheel

In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams

Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay

The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways 
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire 
She presses her finger on the thorn 
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede


Details | Quatrain | |

She was Returned

It has been many years since his daughter was lost
If he could bring her back, he would at all costs
Ever since that day he has wandered and roamed
Turned his back on his family, and their loving home

His life on the road left him dishevelled and broke
When he thinks back to the past, it leaves him in choke
Another day on his lonesome travels
A stranger he meets and their discussions unravel

This old man he has met all mysterious and dark
Told him of times going back as far as the Ark
Tales of the Templar's and Merlin the Magician
After hearing the mans story he began to begin

       "I lost my daughter a number of years ago
        She drowned whilst on holiday under a still water flow
        I couldn't comprehend the loss of her life
        The pressure of living, I left my home and my wife"

   "What would you do if your girl could be returned
    Have you ever wondered if fate could be unearned
    If this was possible, would you offer your life
    For your daughter to return to her mother your wife"

   "Remember, many years have passed her death by
    For her past to be relived, there is a reply
    Knights of the ages will descend from their dark
    They will then strike you down, as you begin your embark"
  
       "My life I have not lived for many a year
        For me to lose mine, I gladly volunteer
        I will die happy for all eternity
        Knowing my daughter will grow old, as it should be"

The old man chants a script of the past
Of an ancient time when fate was cast
The power of they to be able to reverse
To balance their return, they have to reimburse

   "Midnight skies will turn to purple cobalt blues
    Six Templar Knights will stand and surround you
    At your request they will strike you down
    On the sixth stroke, you will face your death gown"

   "A light will appear of which you'll travel through
    But before you do, a young girl runs to you
    Your daughter, in pink and red will run from the light
    She'll run through your soul, as your sleep starts tonight"

The old mysterious man continues on his way
As he passes a house on a hot Summers day
In the garden there sits, a daughter and mother
Discussing the loss of her father, as they begin to recover

She tells of the day whilst on holiday years ago
My husband your father, lost under a still water flow
As we comprehend the loss of his life
Leaving behind his daughter and wife


Details | Free verse | |

The Sad Girl Walks

The Sad Girl Walks

Walking through the cemetery
Her eyes stare blankly ahead
A veil of silk covers her face
Hiding her pale white skin
Her mouth is locked in a frown
There is nothing in her world to make her smile
She tries to talk but she has no voice
Not that anyone would listen to her
It is still easy to see what she feels
The pain that she had suffered
Tears have stained her dress
How long has she been crying?
Has anyone ever told her that she’d be okay?
That life has moments of pleasure
Who is this girl who walks among the dead?
What secrets do her mute lips hide?
She is all alone
Condemned to walk without a life
Just a sad girl in a sad world
Walking among the dead
Hoping that she will find a life
A life that will probably never come


Details | Romanticism | |

Do not let me die in Vain

I have seen them
Come and go through dusk, narrow streets,
Some smiling and some frowning.
Down to the River Seine,
On the banks of Paris,
I walk with no one by my side.

I walk past the cafes, and taverns, and hotels.
I see the smiles and frowns,
Which all grow ever so slightly older with time.
I cannot hear the songs of love anymore.
Take me away! Take me away from this lonesome place!
Where the faces grow old and burn to ash.
Ash, Ash!
Dust, Dust!
They grow old, they grow old.
I am frightened to see my love incinerate away,
and turn to dust and ash.

Oh, now in a safe haven, I do not see the dead coming to life,
to snatch me away into the shadows of the dark world.
I drink my wine and eat my bread,
and I live to see you walk through that door.
The faces around me grow older with time.

I wait for you.
I wait, with endless time awaiting me.
I wait, till you walk through that door.
That door that mocks me with laughs of sorrow.
I order another glass of wine,
and drink.

I notice no one is around me now.
All dead and burnt up with age and time.
Expired! Expired!
Gone without a trace!
Leaving behind nothing, but dust and ash.

But I still wait.
Sitting in that chair,
facing the door,
and smiling, for I would soon be with you!
Oh, no wait a moment and see what waiting does.

I grow old... I grow old...
Like the faces before me,
growing old with time,
and burning away with the setting of a sun.
My skin pale and wrinkles everywhere.

I'm dying with every moment that passes.
Please do not let me suffer and die in vain.
Please show me your face,
That is so sweet and beautiful.
Show the glory of your beauteous face one last time,
Before I go and lay down in my chamber of death.

I hear the Reaper's moan and I see his scythe, round my neck.
Please, I beg of you,
Let my eyes be upon you one, last time.
Do not let a man die in vain.
Please...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Gator Bait Series 1st Cold Snapped

The wind was blowing when she left the city...

I believe it was twenty below...

Where she was going she already knew...

But... first she had things she had to do...

Get rid of the body that was clear....

There were no options, it had to disappear....

The heater was broken and blowing cold air...

She could feel the ice, building up in her hair..

She had cleaned up the blood as best she could...

As she had hit him hard with that log of wood...

All she had asked him, was to light a fire...

To take off the chill in the house....

Do it yourself if you are cold...he snapped

And while you’re at it get me a cold beer...from the fridge..




It was early morning when she finally arrived at the bridge..

This was his favourite fishing spot...

She pushed his body off the pier...along with his ice cold beer..

And suddenly began to shiver and sneeze.....

Oh well, she said...this too shall pass..

When I get to the Florida Keys..


PS..this is the first in a series..watch for part 2.."gator bait..the dream "










Details | Limerick | |

Little Red Riding Hood

And then we have Red Riding Hood
That girl was sure up to no good
For she laid a trail
Her granny to nail
By a wolf as she knew he would

Then this little girl had the nerve
From everything I could observe
To have him done in
Because of his grin
She didn’t get what she deserved

No, she got her very own story
A heroine in all her glory
Instead of thanked
She should have been spanked
For it was a story too gory 


Details | Free verse | |

When we pour salt on slugs, when we fall in love

How is it I could love someone I could not win back with a poem?
Or that I could not touch with an Iris?

How is it I could ever find something in someone who thinks the moon is hiding nothing!?!
Or think it queer that I look for dead locusts, to hold in my hands, to bring back.

How is it I could love someone, 
who when it’s over will meet me like a stranger in the park to chat about the weather or a movie and salt the Irises at her feet. Like dying slugs.


Details | I do not know? | |

6 o'clock news

Black rose petals drift ominously to the ground under the moonlit sky
There sits a girl crying beside the body she once knew
I take her hand in mine and tell her she’s beautiful
Even with all her scars
Even with all her flaws
She’s perfect the way she is but does she believe me? I think not
A couple days later she’s on the 6 o’clock news
A couple days later the world has stopped for her
A life once so pure, now so full of self hate
Taken by the shadows of doubt
Taken by the shadows of self starvation
Taken until she wasted away
There sits a girl crying at what she sees in the mirror
With each handful of skin her heart fills with fear
I asked her to stop but got no response
Her mind is made up her body has lost
All turns black, she’s barely alive, can’t open her eyes
The tubes in her arms are how she’ll survive
A couple weeks later she’s on the 6 o’clock news
A couple months later she sees a new light
The road to recovery is a long way’s away 
The road to recovery is what saved her that day
But now when I see her I remember that girl
She cried out for help and nobody came
She was taken away by the shadows of doubt 
She was taken away by the shadowy depths of self starvation
She was taken away until she wasted away
Would it be different if somebody cared?
Would it be different if you had been there?



Details | Free verse | |

The Suicide

Manifestation
Like maple grass shoots
Like attack cobwebs
Like forlorn lovers
Like someone should be addressing the morbid
The end
The can't
The shouldn't
These things manifest in my hands
Like well fed baby dolls
Like those who can't get by
Like burgundy tears
Like purple lashes
That will all melt away soon too
Under moss engraved cobble stones
Like ear wigs in fresh bark
Like hard candy 
Like a digested apple skin
Like goodbye mama
Goodbye papa
Goodbye sister
Eternity to me is pomegranate juice
In the bathtub 
Like decapitated deer
Like road kill
Like the smell of burnt toast
Like frozen peas on a bone bruise
Manifesting into a heart
The heart 
Of her 
The girl saying goodbye mama
Goodbye papa 
Goodbye sister
Her kisses take the breeze
Like a leaf blower blowing leaves
Like smoke from a cigar
Like tea kettle steam
Like a house in fire
Eternity is a bath tub
A finger prick
One dead end click
Of a cell phone
A corse rope
A belt 
A necklace too tight
An anklet that doesn't fit right
A girl blowing kisses in the air saying
Goodbye mama 
Goodbye papa
Goodbye sister


Details | Romanticism | |

The Widower

What is there too say now?
What is there to do this evening?
Nothing for I am without you,
I remember you, when my eyes first looked upon your brow and beautious eyes,
Your luxurious features and a heart of gold and platnium,
I am lost in a garden of cluelessness, and lost and forgotten.

My heart aches and shivers in the lone days of the mid December evenings,
You are gone and lost without a single trace,
But soon I had lost you for good and could never find you again,
I buried you in the gardens of the dead,
and the tears from my broken heart showered your grave.

Oh now I wish you were here,
To listen to my heart,
For it is out of tune and the orchestra is playing a slow melody,
and the chimes ring me to the dinner table,
To eat alone the lonely supper for the mourning of my woman.

So I eat alone tonight,
The house is quiet and empty,
The butlers and maids have gone home,
Nothing but lone, empty halls,
Once filled with love and music,
keep me company.

The slow music plays in my study,
I sit in my red chair,
I cry and cry again,
I read a book of poetry and think of you,
Not a life worth living without you.


Details | Lyric | |

California Girl

Saw a girl walkin’ down the road
Stopped to talk, then that pretty face glowed
"Hey there girl, where ya headin’?"
"California, babe. You’re a swinger I’m bettin’."

California Girl was her name
Thought life was just a game
Lived too fast, lived too hard
Now she’s been dealt her last card

We were drivin’ down the highway
Told her she was goin’ my way
To California, the place of dreams
The place of lies, the place of schemes

California Girl was her name
Put her momma to shame
Endulged too much, had a little more
Now she’s left this world, what for?

Made it to California, what a sight to see
We were gonna rule it all, just her and me
Stopped into this little hotel she knew
Not a lotta people were there, only a few

California Girl was her name
Never wanted to be the same
She had everything, she had it all
But then her life took a horrible fall

This hotel was heaven, you know
They offered grass, they offered snow
She vanished for hours then came back
I knew our lives had left the track

California Girl was her name
Knew she was destined for money and fame
Played the good boys, loved the bad
She never even knew of the life she had

A month into our hotel stay
My baby California Girl had begun to stray
Woke up late one night to find her dead
Layin’ on the floor right next to my bed

California Girl was her name
Thought life was just a game
Lived too fast, lived too hard
Now she’s been dealt her last card


Details | Free verse | |

Help

He tells her his problems,
Expecting to be comforted by soft lies.
She says his problems make her mind ache,
That he is just a liar,
Expecting attention.
But what if thats all he wanted?

A few days pass,
And she hasn't heard from him in a while,
One day she finds a note under her door that reads,
"Screw this place, I hate you all,
I thought you might want to know,
This is the end for me, whether you care or not,
I'll never see you again", 
And the girl thinks he is joking.

A few days later,
The boy was not joking,
And ended up killing himself.
The girl was heart broken,
Thought it was all her fault,
Takes her own life in a spiral of depression.

This may be metaphorical,
But make sure,
You don't make the same mistake,
If a friend comes looking for help, help them.
Regardless of how they have treated you,
Not trying to help someone,
Who is about to write a suicide note,
Is that not the same as having their blood on your hands?


Details | Free verse | |

la la la's just killing me

about who does or not does in literature
we meet so many dogs
barking dogs
biting dogs
all kinds of dogs
some with pedigree and those collars
with shiny medallions
or stray dogs for which
leash is their salvation
and their freedom has the effect of a yelping…
for whom saw Hitchhiker's Guide intergalactic
they know
rezistance is useless!
for others it can be a mouse literature.
white one 
sitting quietly in the closet
and nibbling on paper shelves.
what's behind the paper does not matter
it could be a trap
and literature not possibly be a rat
no!?

I do not know what is about with all the literature lately
But sure it's not the girl in the fourth grade
that girl who runs and
her panties always fall
or her teacher's fault?

finally
 [I pray]
rezistance is useless
could be hell on earth


Details | Rhyme | |

lets just walk away.....for now, that is... the war is still on buddy.

ok.... let me cool down. lets use some logic
lets not make this truly manic
i dont want to fight
no, not tonight. 
lets save it for next week
if a war is what you seek
you know me too well, too much
you know that i have such
a fiery persona
that i burn like the Corona*
that no matter what, 
i can take what you say and make that
sound like your one of those jerks
yea, thats one of my many perks
that you tried to slam
and you say your a man
you are the little boy
that lost his best toy
and does not even know it
that i wont take your sht
and that your new girl wont either
maybe i should tell her what you said to me, she wont like you either
i could find her on facebook. i saw her page
she looks kinda young, you sure she's your age?
i dont know, im just so tired of all your sht
i really cant stand it
i cant stand you 
i thought this would never occure, but what should i do?
should i just take your sht and say it makes you a jerk all the more
i was fine until you called me a whore
then i got pissed
that you would say that to the girl you kissed
that you loved and lied to
i didnt do that to you
i said i did, to make you hurt like i do
but i did not, i loved you through n' through. 
you make a fool of me
so now what and see
what i will do  to you
the next time i see you
i will truly slam you, face to face
in this place
with in this space
im not ms.Friendly, i can make you cry
and no, i did not feed you a lie
but i wont get into that
you selfish little arse of a slimey rat
no, i wont
my respect for myself told me "dont, 
he does not deserve your time, leave it be"
so that is what i will do, until you slam me
then the storm will come
and you wont know, unlike some
so prepare yourself
cause i will make you try to disembowl yourself and put your spine on a shelf
oh wait, you dont even have one, never mind. 
i will just leave you behind
im a new woman now
so right now
i will be the bigger person and leave


(Corona is latin for "the sun")
hope this is the poem you recieve
on your deaht bed, tight before you die, you will know what you did
who your hurt and what you said.
Good Bye Ryan Dimaio. 
Good bye.


Details | Blank verse | |

Departed Maiden

Her soul still clung after she exhaled her last breath.
Her body still feels warm even in death.
Her voice still echoes in my head.
Her memory still lives on even though she is dead.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Dead White Things and Recurring Dreams Two

Suddenly - same as in the last dream, the seal pup eyes again, had 
metamorphosed into two oblong pools of a flat blackness. They now showed deeply 
vacant, unreal, each one filled with certain emptiness ..., each one devoid of 
characteristic implying of life within…
In this little girls’s mind, the pup had now transformed into a ghoulish image. Her 
vision of the apparition had now taken on an eerie out-of-place look and feeling. 
This was a feeling much the same as if a sudden appearance of a clown had risen 
from out of the sea ice; a desolate vision that had always posed to the little girl as a 
face of terror. She had her reasons...
In this dream turned nightmare, the motherless pup always chased after her, crying, 
pining, yet to avail its seek. The nearest this whelp would ever manage to get, was 
to lay in the little girl’s shadow, a taken offering in a desperate attempt to 
suppress the horror that lay ahead. – While still frightened, it would be at this point 
that the pup fell into a self-induced trance, losing itself in a deep blue memory while 
in the vastness of a white world...

...as the little girl opened her eyes, she instantly knew that it had happened again. 
Earlier it was her birthday, the clown had now left, but she knew that it was 
him. “This cannot be right,” the little girl would think. Tears welled up in her eyes, 
yet only an ensuing silence flowed.
White seal pup teardrops same as her own have no tell, only do they vanish, only to 
then reappear...
The little girl closed her eyes again, only this time, - really falling asleep – alone, but 
yet still having to dream...
...Therein, the pup woke up to a horror scene; everywhere in every view, were 
splotches of blood-covered snow. The Harp Seal colony had vanished, leaving only 
the red stained ice that now nearly encircled the white seal. Yet, once again, the 
pup would dive into the ever-receding safe confines of an eight-year old girl’s 
mind ...; miraculously having survived, to yet, – another close remind...that they 
were one and the same!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Life At Last Minute

First kiss from my mother

A three year old gets hug from her father

Amazing to learn the first letter 

Playing with my brother looks great

Good looking in a graduation cap

A dimple on my cheeks on the sight of my prince

Running through every incident of my life

opened my eyes,saw me bleed

I lost my breath

The memories will always last


Details | Lyric | |

From the heart of society

Theres a girl 
she pours out her heart 
gives him everything
changes her hair goes to get 
fat sucked out of her cause no 
one tells her that she really is 
beautiful she goes home to see him in bed
kissing another girl, then get up and smack her around
people ask where she got her brusies and why she hides her face
but behinde that mask hideing her scars is a girl fearing for her life 
scared to go home to that man that just might give her more scars.
Theres a guy 
who takes care of his brother
comes home and covers his brothers ears 
while his mommy and daddy make him fear
fear for his life his mom brings home different guys 
every night, daddy is never home but when he is 
they fear for  there life that just maybe that might be the last day 
the last breath they live to take
Next day he comes home and sees mommy on the floor bleedin 
his little brother tied to the bed stabed in he chest 
he tries to run but trips and falls
three week later the found him floating down the river..
These are the  people we ignore every day 
the ones that cry out for help
 the ones that need us the most..
The ones that are pimped out and dont see there beauty
 the ones that hide the scars that the one they love put on there face
This is our world and society today


Details | Free verse | |

Investigating Jack the Ripper - The Bait

He cuts throats too, my dear friend Ramsay!
How can I sing myself to comfort,
Sing wonderfully, as my father brags,
With a cut throat!?
Perhaps the draining of my fluids shall be our killer's lullaby,
As he sleeps soundly with the soothing flow
Of my newly dead blood!

With an uncertain sigh,
I now stand alone, quaking!
Cruel thought imagining despairing fate
How could Ramsay have so much faith in a cowardly girl
When faith is simply what she lacks? 
She is out to find an evil one unseen,
A twisted fiend that can be he that passes—or he!
Where shall she go from here?
Surely she cannot stand in this spot forever;
The rain has already chilled the coward to the bone,
When all she has on for warmth, the foolish child,
Is a thin old sweater?
But, ah, her bone is to be chilled once more,
And the weather, I'm afraid, will not be the cause. . .

-this is a dark soliloquy of a character in an unfinished play about Jack I wrote... maybe a couple years ago? I gottah put a date on these things! Haha-


Details | Quatrain | |

(PART 1 of 2) Where the Sky is Black, And the Cold Wind Blows...

This is 'bout a girl from just a while back
It's a grusome, sad story, I know
It begins where the sky is black
And the cold wind blows...

She's got looks to kill
And an attitude to match
She's lookin' for a thrill
Lookin' for a soul to snatch

A mind like a knife
She's sharp and she'll cut you
She can change your life
Nobody thinks like she do

Not one can out run her
She's quick as a whip
No magician could trick her
She'll just make your mind trip

Got some patched up jeans
And shorn off hair
She can act real mean
'Cause she just don't care

Got a heart of gold, she did all she could 
Had lots of romance on the brain
She acts much older than she should
Because this girl knows real pain

Now she might look bad
She might look rough
But you forget to look beyond the mad
And see that she was decent enough

She's been through a lot
Thinks she's seen too much
So she gets to smokin' pot
And she's felt God's touch

She runs further from the law
And closer to the light
Harder drugs hide in her bra
She can't hold up this fight

Starts trippin' too hard
While she's runnin' from the cops
Her brain is being scarred
And her heart begins to stop

Her eyes are rolling back
And her world begins to spin
She's run right off the track
Her life is caving in

She sees the angels cry
As she walks up to the gate
She asks her Father, "Why?"
He tells her she must wait

Sex, Drugs, and Crime have one goal
And messing with that could cost you your soul

She plummets on back
To her body below
Where the sky is black
And the cold wind blows...



***PLEASE READ PART 2***


Details | Ballad | |

ASHLEY HAD A SMALL GOAT

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.


Details | Couplet | |

A LITTLE GIRL'S VIEW

 I was going on a vacation with my family one day,
 We thought we would head down Louisiana way.

 It was great being with my wife and daughter, 
 Until I saw a black bird coming out of the water.

 It struggled to get to the beach we were on,
 When we looked again, it seemed to be gone.

 But it was there, floundering on the beach,
 Along with the fish, shrimp, and other birds just out of reach.

 All of them were strewn on the beach so far,
 Each was deathly sick, and blackened like tar.

 The sand which I knew should have been pristine,
 But the vision we saw was a totally different thing.

 The waves that approached were black with goo,
 Carrying more dead and dying creatures too.

 "Can't we help them, Daddy?", my little girl said,
 "Not now, dear, as most of them will be dead"!

 "But why are they dying?", she said to me,
 How could I explain about the oil from BP?

 "There was an accident from an oil company's rig", said I,
 My little girl looked at the animals and began to cry.

 I tried to explain that man uses so much oil,
 He has to drill in the earth, sometimes in underwater soil.

 "Well then we need to stop it if the animals die!"
 "I know", I said, "We just haven't tried".

 "I will try harder to not use oil", she said,
 "Especially if so many pretty creatures will end up dead!"

 I held her close and wiped her tears,
 Knowing full well that she was wise beyond her years.

 "I'll try too", I said to her,
 Not wanting to see this again occur.

 So I've made a pact with myself to be,
 Less OIL dependent so that others may see.

 If I have to walk a little more than so be it,
 It's better than having to watch the death of an Egret.

 Pehaps we could all take a stance,
 And with Big Oil, not take the chance.

 For anytime man's greedy hand gets into the mix,
 Then the environment is always in for a fix.

 But we can change, adapt, and try to help out,
 By being less dependent of Big Oil's clout.

 We had to come home early because of the spill,
 Like most people, we tasted that bitter pill.

 So now on a crusade with my daughter I will go,
 Trying hard to advise others and put them in the know.

 Especially of what I have seen thru my little girl's eyes,
 Those sickening deaths under clear blue skies.

 I will do my best to get others to stop in their oily run,
 Not only from BP, but Shell, Citgo, Marathon, and Exxon!


Details | Narrative | |

Fireman

It's 1 AM
And we're making sweet love.
There is a house burning in the distant, cold morning.
You're called.
You rush to the firehouse,
Leaving me cold and empty.
How I wish you'd stay with me.

You throw on gear like so many times before.
Your son cries in his crib,
        He knows you're gone.
I cradle him in my arms,
Like you did me only minutes ago.
I put my breast to his mouth, hoping he's hungry,
Hungry as you were only minutes ago.
But it's no use.
    He knows you're gone.

You arrive at the house, which turns the black sky
Red with the burning of its materials and souls.
You search for the souls you can protect and save.
I hope you're protected, but I now know what your son has known all along.

You find a small girl in her closet, barely conscious.
You give her your oxygen and take her out of the fiery hell.
She thinks you are god, come to save her.
You tell her you're not.
You talk, trying to keep her conscious. She asks if you have a child.
"Yes, I have a son."
"Do you love him?"
"Yes, with all my heart."
"Did you say goodbye to him?"
"No, but I'll say hello when I get home."

The Little Girl sees her mother's burnt body carried out.
"Is that my mommy?" she asks.
"Yes. She told me she loves you more than anything."
"Hey God, where will she go?"
You pause and say, "Honey, she isn't going anywhere. She'll be right here with you,
protecting you as you grow up."
"Good. I love my mommy. And I love you too, god."
She closes her eyes
And falls on the stretcher she was sitting on.
You feel pain-the little, lifeless body will always be in your mind.

I begin to cry with our son.
I sway back and forth, gently rocking.
       He knows you're gone. So do I.
You find another body with a soul still alive.
A young boy.
You hand him past the door between the two worlds.
You've just let him go.

The house collapses upon you.
You're gone.
My strong fireman is gone.

I cry with our son, we both know you're gone.
I wait for that call.
I hold our son, close to my body.
I get that call at 4AM.
The sun is not up yet.
What they say to me, means nothing. I knew you were gone.
I cried, but not violently.
Tears just curved down my face.
I ask for your gear, after they remove it.

It smells of dust, fire, death, but
I can still smell you.
I shake it and my eyes fall upon your pocket.
It was full.
You never leave things in there.
I found a note, entitled to James and me.

"I love you both more than anything. I need to say it more often. I love you."

Dated today
1:45 AM


Details | Narrative | |

What Do You See

I found this old poem while helping to clean out a house that was vacant. I hope you 
don't mind that I didn't write it but it was too awesome not to post. Enjoy--------
          

                                   What Do You See

What do you see, nurses? What do you see?	
What are you thinking when your looking at me? 
A crabby old women, not very wise.
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes.
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply.
When you say with your loud voice, "I do wish you'd try."
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
and forever is losing a sock or a shoe.
Who unresisting or not lets you do as you will.
When bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Is that what your thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes nurse, your not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still.
As I drink at your bidding, as I sit at your will.
I'm a small child of 10 with a father and mother.
Brothers and sisters who love one another.
A young girl of 16 with wings on her feet.
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at 20. my heart gives a leap.
Remembering the vows I primised to keep.
At 25 now I have young of my own.
Who need me to build a secure happy home.
A women of 30, my young now grow fast.
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At 40 my young sons near grown will be gone.
But my man stays beside me to see I don't mourn.
At 50 once more babies play round my knee. 
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead.
I look to the future and shudder with dread.
For my young ones are busy rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.
I'm an old women now and nature is cruel.
It's her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body it crumbles, grace and vigor depart.
There now is a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells.
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and loving life over again.
I think of the years, all the few--gone to fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes nurses, open and see.
Not a crabby old women, look closer,  see ME.

This poem was found among the effects of a patient who died at the Oxford
University Geriatric Service in England. Author is unknown.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Little Girl on the Porch


Sitting on the front porch watching the clouds roll by
Sat a little beautiful girl that she seemed a little shy
She didn’t talk to strangers from what she’d been taught in school
She did her very best to follow the golden rule

She always sat there quietly as if not to scare away
The pictures in the clouds that floated by her everyday
It was as if she was dreaming of things still yet to come
Of what her future held and woman she was to become

I never noticed her move she just stared up in the sky
Even when I waved on the days that I’d drive by
She sat alone in silence letting the wind blow cross her face
The beautiful little girl whose dress was made of lace

One day I saw her mom on the driveway at the road
I noticed a sign in the yard and on that sign said sold
I stopped just to say I’d miss the little girl
That I saw sitting on the porch the one with all the curls

The mother started weeping as the tears rolled out her eyes
Was it something I said? I was sorry I made you cry
She said her little girl has been dead now for many years
As her lip began to quiver when she tried to hold back the tears

She said she was sitting on the porch when a car lost all control
It crashed into the porch now in my hearts a great big hole
She loved to watch the clouds slowly drift cross the sky
She was taken way too soon by a drunk driver passing by

I stood there in amazement not knowing what to say
The little girl on the porch I saw her plain as day
I drove off down the road and it really made me think
What makes people want to drive after having something to drink

You never know whose life you affect when you get behind the wheel
It may be an innocent little drink but a life you may just steal
Next time when you drink think of the little girl
With the dress made out of lace and the head with many curls


Details | Rhyme | |

Kate And Julia

Oh, Kate comes from a broken home 
Where life’s just not that good.
She wants so much to make it work 
If she only thought she could.
And several times, it’s crossed her mind 
The thought of suicide.
It hurts so much. It just won’t end. 
The pain she feels inside.
And Julia has a way with words.
She knows just what to say.
Yes, she can make you feel real bad 
Or she can make your day.
She walks around her high school halls 
Always putting people down.
She laughs at them and scoffs and mocks.
She loves to see them frown.
One day at school the two girls met
And Julia jumped right in.
She made fun of Kate’s hair and clothes 
And then she laughed and grinned.
She called her names and would not stop 
As Kate began to cry.
The bullying became too much.
Kate ran away to hide.
The next day when the school bell rang, 
The principal had said
That Kate won’t be at school today 
Because, he said, she’s dead.
He said that she had killed herself 
Because the day before,
Yes, she was hurting deep down and 
Couldn’t take it anymore.
She left a note that would explain
The reason that she’s dead.
A bully pushed her way too hard
With hurtful words she said.
And then when she realized
What she did with her words,
Yes, Julia then apologized
To ev’ryone she hurt.
She asked them for forgiveness and 
Said she never will again
Say mean, cruel words to any one 
From now until the end.
The next time that you tease someone, 
Just please, stop first and think
The person that you’re teasing, well 
Just might be on the brink
Of saying that they’ve had enough.
Their life they want to end
When the one thing that they really want 
Is just to have a friend


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Mercy Killing

What happened last night brother, 
Please tell me it's not true, 
Was i a bother, 
Don't tell me you have no clue, 

Why am i locked up in an asylum, 
Don't you trust me, 
Am i getting my mammogram, 
it's my right to know please tell me, 

Don't isolate me please, 
I beg you, am only human, 
Tell them to handle me with ease, 
Am almost a young woman, 

Don't turn away when i speak, 
I need some answers, 
These injections are making me weak, 
Not forgetting my ulcers, 

Is this about the mercy killing, 
Please brother, don't cry, 
You tried your best but am not healing, 
Please let me die, 

I can's feel my limbs, 
The medicine is getting stronger, 
Please take care of the other siblings, 
Am growing weaker, 

Am done leaving on life support machine, 
Just let me go, 
You tried but am a broken engine, 
lease let my spirit go, 

This are my last words brother, 
Please don't try and save me, 
Last night when i had a seizure, 
The doctor defiled me...,


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I Can't Stop The Bleeding

My daughter is dying and as I'm praying, I'm pleading.
She has been stabbed and I can't stop the bleeding.
An ambulance is on its way but it may not arrive in time.
My daughter wouldn't put out so her boyfriend committed this crime.
If you're wondering how many other people he'll stab, the answer is none.
I'm so enraged that I blew his sorry head off with my sawed off shotgun.
My daughter just died and tears are rolling down my face.
She died for being a respectable girl and it's a disgrace.

(This is a fictional poem)


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Just One Drink

What did she say when you told her you still loved me?

Did she turn away or try to disagree

Did you think about her or how she would be?

No you were only thinking about me.

 

She stands there now, all alone

Facing her fears of the unknown

Turning her head on what she's once known

Realizing now, she's on her own

 

With no one around to help her choose

She stands her ground, not ready to lose

Her head held high while hearing the news

To accept her fate, she must refuse

 

She tries and tires with all her might

To win you back every night

She has no plans to give up the fight

Any hope is out of sight

 

Her heart is now filled with hatred 

Will all the love that you desecrated

With just that one sentence that you stated

Her entire life is now dated

 

Did you ever stop and try to think,

Just how far she would sink?

How close she was to the brink?

Or how it could all end with just one drink?

 

Just one drink to end all the pain

Just one little sip to break the chain

Just one to do the job, to her disdain

Just one and she will die in vain. 

 

You don't even care to attend her funeral

To you she was just a girl that you could treat cruel

How could you be such a fool?

You don't even know of the fire you've fueled. 

 

You come to my door and ring the bell

You send thousands of messages to my cell

Repeatedly the words "I LOVE YOU" you yell

But for all I care you can just go right on to hell 

 

I don't want you anymore you Silly boy

I am no longer your stupid little toy

As for the loneliness you feel now, I hope you enjoy

Because you had your chance and my love you destroyed. 

 

I am my own person without you

I no longer rely on your every move

I am no longer clueless on what to do

I know now I can move on to someone new.

 

As for the girl that you threw aside

I hope you think of her every time you cry

You're the whole reason that she died

If you wanted someone to love, she would have been there by your side. 

 

She would have loved you the way you love me

But you never opened your eyes and seen what there was to see

I'll never love you no matter how hard you plea

So wallow in your self pity, you'll get no remorse from me

 

I hope you drown in your misery

Thank God that sad little girl is finally free

Thank God I knew it was time to flee 

This is goodbye, so don't bother calling me.


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Christmas Desire

Each and Every December 
the material things surface
I want, I want 
But what if the thing you want most 
You cannot buy or have ?

Each and Every
gift given or recieved
One after another
Is not the thing you long for most
Tears surface as it hits you 

Each and Every
tear that is shed
Drop after drop 
Cannot bring you your desire 
as the thing you desire is gone

Each and Every 
wintery night that comes
Snowflake upon snowflake 
melts just as your heart does 
as you look at that picture

Each and Every 
smiling child
smile after smile
reminds me of what i long for 
my beautiful girl 

Each and Every 
Christmas season 
Santa comes Santa goes
reminds me of what my girl has missed
and deepens the hole in my heart

Each and Every December  
people of this world
nationality after nationality 
all desire something they cannot have
but yet this happy season 
does not bring them comfort 
but pain and memories
What is it you want ?


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Murdered for eating a popsicle

It just goes to show how much people have sunk.
A ten year old girl was found murdered in a trunk.
That poor girl was really in a pickle.
She was killed for eating a popsicle.
Her Grandma, aunt and cousins constantly subjected her to abuse.
When the law gets done, I hope they turn them every way but loose.
They killed her because she ate that popsicle without getting permission.
It was horrible to have to live under those terrifying conditions.
Just thinking about this gets me and many other people riled.
I hope they get the gas chamber for what they did to that child.

(Sadly this is a true story.)


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Tight

Hands clasped tight. Sqeezing. 
Life slowly pours from the eyes that once lit my world.
And why? He betrayed me. 
With a girl so pretty but not as fare as I.
One accident after another and now he is left to roam free in the skies with that girl 
he called "Baby".


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Suicide

Standing on the shore, A girl fully clothed with no shoes. Her eyes filled with great suffering.. .lost hope ensues. As she notices the water stretches as far as she can see, her hearts implore won't let her be. The sky changes color. First green to blue then gray. Much to her dismay her shattered emotions now egress. "The color gray, the color gray." her tears profess traveling down her face "Oh, why the color gray." A color so dark, so deep, still allowing you to see the depiction of sadness it brings. To the sky, in her heart, buried deep in her mind. In the sky is that feeling. A very isolated out-pour of a feeling.. a feeling she tryed so desperately deny. The tide, closing in. small foamed waves now landing at her feet. It's so cold, the water. Identical to her, how she feels, all she only knows now. Numbness. Weakness. and her defeated soul. Depleted ..A heart is now left with no beat. She reflects on the lost hope her broken heart tried to hide. Seeing within herself the damage it has done. "Love is it" she says in a soft whisper ".. love is it." The disturbance of the oceans song snatched her out of realization. As she listened to the water, as it forcefully emerges hitting the shore and it's rocks with all it's might, as she listened to the water cascade back towards the ocean only to return hitting harder. The ripples and waves. Uncontrolled, involunterily. She is relieved for the ocean is singing the same song. Her song.."Love is it" she mumbled. "It understands how I feel. It knows exactly what I am going through." She smiles. "Love is it. The beating of my heart, with pain constrained inside it. The utmost sadness. Blinded happiness and misguided hope." The heart lies beat-less... No more discursion: Her last thought before submerging her body deep into the depths of ocean. In acceptance. Drowning. No longer standing on the shore. A girl fully clothed with no shoes.


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Must I Forgive?

Why did you do it?
I'll ask you again,
You had so much to live for,
And you were my friend.

You said you were here,
Whenever I needed you,
But you're not, and won't be,
Now who will I turn to?

I think of the sparkle
That lit up your eyes,
Was greater than any
I'd seen in the skies.

I knew that one day
You'd set a girl free,
But we'll never know now
If that girl should've been me.

I might learn to love,
But never forgive,
Because you, my dear friend,
You should have lived.


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Needless

It's easier to break yourself
In tiny pieces
To show them how you suffer.
It's easier to cut your hands and
See your blood flowing out of
Your body filling the silence which is
Killing you.
It's easier to say goodbye,
Pretend like you don't care and
Always smile, and smile all over again
Because it is nothing that
They want to know.

It's easier to walk out the door,
Easier to disappear when
You feel nothing holding you
To anything that in the end is
Nothing at all,
Especially all of them who were
Trying to be a part of your life
Occupying your mind and heart,
Steeling what was real once inside of you
But then they were all gone.

It's easier you think but
You don't know a thing.
Nobody is going to show you the real
That you pretend.
It's easier to say but
There is the hardest out there.
To prove you wrong
When it is needless
I'm not going to.

Because there is no sense
To teach the dead to feel the life.


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Monster In Love

A beast was told to protect a girl
The moment he saw his assignment
He fell in love with her instantly
But it was no use whatsoever
For it is forbidden to love a human
If anyone found out he will be killed
So he let it go and did his job

He kept an eye on her everyday
And he often saved her from situations
That had nearly killed her
At night he would sit by her bedside
And he watched her dream pleasent dreams
Always making sure she's comfortable

One night he did what no other dark angel should do
He entered the girl's dream so she could meet him
At first she was frightened at his image
But then as she got to know him she too fell in love
They were so happy it felt like nothing could go wrong
But they were soon discovered by the beast's master


The beast begged to his master to let the girl into the lost world
He told the master that they're in love and they want to get married
But the master was too dissapointed at his top protector
The beast turned to the girl and spoke "I will always love you no matter what."
The master was so disgusted at the angel's behavior and destroyed him
The girl woke up crying later that morning and got up to get dressed


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The broken fairytale

Once upon a time there lived,
A beautiful girl and a man she loved.
So true was such their love,
There wasn't anyone who disapproved.
 
It had been love at first sight,
A fairy tale since that day.
The maiden had found the man of her dreams,
No one else needed to have a say.
 
They had done it all,
Candlelight dinners, shyly holding hands,
Kissing in the rain, dancing around trees,
Leaving intertwined footprints on white sands.
 
But it wasn't just another love story,
It was uniquely special like every other one.
They had eyes for no other but one another,
The best part of their lives had just begun.
 
They traveled around the world,
And she kissed her man at the seven wonders each.
People would smile at the storybook couple,
As they counted stars standing on a beach.
 
With her, he was the man he wished to be,
The one who wouldn't think twice,
About pulling her up to dance in a crowded train,
He'd protect her, keep her happy at any price.
 
He'd see through her weak smile,
All the way to the tears inside,
He'd whisper sweet things in her ear,
Hold her till all the tears dried.
 
Though they did have a fair share of problems,
They always came together again,
No matter what happened,
Like raindrops on a window pane.
 
On a rainy day, she had sat waiting,
Wondering about the surprise he had promised,
But he never came,
For the winds of fate had suddenly changed. 
 
Five years after that day, she found herself alone,
Sitting on the porch, counting stars on her own,
As she recalled the day he had been taken from her,
'An unfortunate accident' on the next the papers had shown.
 
She hadn't cried on the phone, she hadn't cried on the way,
She didn't even cry when she had to identify him,
Not a single tear or a heartrending sob.
She just stared ahead with an expression so grim.
 
It was only when she had received his belongings,
The remnants of his last minutes, did she react.
She screamt and cried, laughed and wailed,
For among others, was a diamond ring beautifully packed.
 
His surprise, the laughter in his voice,
The excitement, the secrecy of the evening.
He had been right, it had left her breathless,
But he wasn't there to see the sorrow it did bring.
 
Even now her eyes brimmed with tears,
As she looked at the ring as it sparkled,
And thought of that time when there lived,
A beautiful girl and a man she loved.
 
- Miliya Parveen


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On Learning

The girl was eight,
And she hated to wait,
Mother laid in bed,
Staring into space straight ahead,
The girl wanted to go play,
But she'd promised daddy she'd stay,
Mommy was sick...but she always was,
So what was the big fuss?
Her mother gasped,
And in her dry voice rasped,
"I'm tired...so so tired. I want to sleep."
The girl watched as her mother began to weep.
Scared, she wonder if she should call the doctor,
She anxiously glanced at the door,
Her mother then began to smile,
"I love you both. I love you and Kyle."
The girl whispered. "Daddy and I love you too."
Her mother's smile grew wider, "I know, I know you do."
She then murmured, "Let me sleep, I'm beat."
The girl watched and sat quietly in her seat,
She watched even after her breathing was no more,
She gazed silently at her peaceful mother,
After some time she observed her father as he entered,
And as he began to cry her vision blurred.
She went into his arms and held him tight,
She smiled and whispered, "Don't cry, daddy. It's alright."
She pointed to her peacefully sleeping mother.
"See, daddy? She's not tired anymore."




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A PERSON/ A PAPER/ A PROMISE

Once on a yellow piece of paper w/green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A & a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's &
He had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper w/blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A & asked him to
write more clearly &
His mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint & the kids told him 
that Father Tracy smoked cigars & left butts
on the pews & sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames &
The girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot &
His father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about & his
professor gave him an A & a strange steady
look & his mother never hung it on the
kitchen door because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went & he caught his
sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked & the girl around the corner 
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly.

Once on a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.


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Nothing

Secrets collect, lies regret 
This gun I hold steady, I'm almost ready
      One second 
Just one thought
    An idea...
A reality to a quiet whisper places the shiver.
Hidden in these sick thoughts, hidden in this something of nothing...
I could let go 
I could disappear....
   I could become a quiet whisper forgotten and forgiven, something of nothing, this is all just something for nothing


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Goodbye to an Austin Angel

She was headed off to college at 18 years old,
News of the crash leaked out, and the mood turned cold.
She was the best person you could ever know,
When she danced with her team she put on a show.
Recently in Ohio, I found this rock,
With its angelic shape I found this cross-walk.
In the crosswalk I found my old best friend,
If only my heart could find a way to mend.
As a young country singer once sang, 
“18 years have come and gone,”
It’s hard at this point, it’s hard to move on,
I guess it’s time to move down the line,
I need a reassuring sign to ease my mind. 
Goodbye my friend, may heaven treat you well,
In the past, I will no longer dwell.
Hello my guardian angel, you are my eyes,
For you are with God, and He is wise.
Goodbye Tracie Lynn, you made people smile,
I’ll be there for you after a while. 


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The Saddest Life

I heard a whistle in the air
As a little girl cried, “It’s not fair”
Because her parents did not care
Out late drinking every night
Coming home in a drunken fight
Things were never right
This little girl had one request
But this, her parents had to detest
She wanted things to be sane
Just simple and plain
One day with no fights
Or drunken late nights
These were her rights
But this her parents could not give
So it was she who could not live
It was for them
That she can never forgive
She cannot live for long
For it is she who will never belong
Picking a knife
Out of the kitchen drawer
She realizes
She doesn’t care anymore
She runs up and hides in her room
And as she looks out at the moon
She says her last goodbyes
And with the tears that she last cries
She slits her throat and dies
That little girl was me


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Little Jo

"Mama Said to Call You
It's Time to Have Some Dinner.
Come and I Will Race You
We'll See Who Is the Winner."

I Always Lost the Race
To My Little Sister, Jo,
She Loved to Be the Winner
So I Ran a Little Slow.

I Really Didn't Mind
Because I Loved Her So,
She Loved Life and Living
And She Had So Far to Go.

The Memories I'll Cherish
Of Our Childhood Sweet and Fair
It Seems like Only Yesterday
That She Lost Her Teddy Bear.

But the Day We Found Him
I Forever Shall Regret.
Maybe If He'd Stayed Lost 
I'd Have Nothing to Forget.

She Found Him in the Neighbor's Yard
And She Ran Across the Street,
She Didn't See the Car.
Now I Forever Weep.

Sometimes I Hear a Little Voice
In the Middle of the Night,
And it Brings Back Memories
Of a Little Girl in Flight.

"Mama Said to Call You
It's Time to Have Some Dinner.
Come and I Will Race You
And We'll See Who Is the Winner."

Connie Moore
August 18, 1992


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Poems I live by

These poems are some of the poems that mean a lot to me. They tell a lot about me and my life and none of these are mine just some I live by. 

Isn't me 

Behind my smile 
Is a hurting heart 
Behind my laugh 
I'm falling apart 
Look closely at me 
And you will see 
The girl I am isn't me.

Wrong

When I cry at night 
the only thing 
I can think to myself is...
How can I seem so perfectly fine 
In the morning 
Like nothing is wrong?
And how does not one single person 
Notice that I'm not okay? 

The prettiest 

The prettiest smile 
Hide the deepest secrets 
The prettiest eyes 
Have cried the most tears 
And the kindest hearts 
have felt the most pain. 

The girl 

I was the girl 
That was happy all the time 
I was the girl 
Who couldn't stop smiling 
I was the girl 
Who didn't know how to cry
I was the girl 
Who can be spotted laughing all the time 
Now I've become the girl 
Who thought of death constantly 
The girl 
Who faked smiles everyday 
The girl 
Who cried herself to sleep every night 
The girl 
Who has forgot to laugh 
But no one knows 
No one knows how I really feel 
And that's the worst part.

My death

The death of me is because of you 
I tried everything I knew to make you happy 
But everything I do is wrong
It breaks my heart 
I cry at nights feeling alone 
I'm hurt 
And scared I don't know what to do 
I feel so much pain 
I wanna die 
I wish for it day and night 
Don't make me stay 
With the lies you tell me 
You blame me for so much 
I didn't do 
I'm never gonna be perfect for you 
The death of me  
Will be because of you!

This girl I know 

She writes down on paper 
What's shes afraid to say aloud 
She shy around people she knows 
But confident around complete strangers 
She smiles on the outside 
But inside she's being torn into pieces 
By a boy who never cared 
She whispers songs to herself In class 
Praying no one listens 
She looks at her classmates 
And wishes she was normal like them 
She longs for strong arms 
To hug her and keep her safe 
She writes down songs that she loves to remember to download 
And listen to forever
She wishes she could be like the other girls 
She's insecure about herself 
And want's to be understood  
This girl that I know 
Yeah she's me!


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twin death

i feel to my knees words wasnt enough of how i felt
      my heart in pain my body so insane
i cried myself to sleep i tried to talk i couldnt speak
     things going through my head is this girl really dead
my love my life someone that completes me 
     only 13 years with her in my life,13 years with her by my side
she my other half; this girl is my angel from above what do i do with out her love
     i feel to my knees catch me god catch me now please  
when i heard about her death all i could do was try to catch my breath 
    my body got so weak i tried to talk i couldn't speak when i feel to my knees
and caught my breath the only words that were left was what happend to my 
death.


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Their Souls Departed

   She walks the streets
Of dim lit lights
The heart broken homeless woman
Lady of the night.
.
   The world was yours
Gold and pearls, a platinum life
Married to a silver spoon
You were once a rich mans wife.
.
   Your husband befriends the spirit king
A storm of abuse and alcohol rain
Now you run to spare your life
The only hope is to escape the pain.
.
   State to state with blackened heart
Into the night is where you sleep
Within the darkness led astray
Where lonesome lives and gutters weep.
.
   To your new home
No key no door
Emptiness squared
Of paper board.
~~~
   He walks in silence all alone
Seeking out divinity
Mile upon mile on worn out shoes
Through the streets of un-lit trees.
.
   Contrition holds his broken heart
Bound to earth by saddened love
His soul was taken within a glance
He is now the lonesome dove.
.
   Once a father, a husband, 
A man
A wonderful life
Of dreams and plans.
.
   Until that night in the car together
Unknownst the evil seed
A green light passed and through a yellow
The devil in drunken speed.
.
   A wreck to fell the family tree
Within the night of silence brings
A horrid vision imprinted the mind
Of a soulless man with broken wings.
~~~
    Even while life continues to shine
    There comes a girl of only nine
    Abandoned, alone to hope adored
    Mommy is gone to be a whore.
.
    This child walks in huddled arms
    Frightened to be where evil charms
    She finds a box to crawl inside
    Alone to live, alone to cry.
.
    While tears fall down upon her face
    A sound has startled her in her place
    Unbeknownst the box with broken tape
    This nine year old girl will now be rapped.
~~~
   Now as I sit
In the comforts of home
I knew none of these people
Or the streets they called home.
.
   I lived like most, in ignorance
To those poor and suffering lives
Never once did I adjust
A thought or even an eye.
.
  Yet on the set the news I stare
Police lights shine in heavy glare
Those unknown people, those broken hearted
Lie still in the night, their souls departed.

     BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
     Placid Poet


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once

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A



And his mother hung it on the kitchen door


That was the year that Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with  no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.


Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.


Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed or even talked

And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup that made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly.


That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.


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The One Thing I Will Always Own, but then I Don't

It’s confusing
All of the voices in my head
It’s like I don’t know who I am anymore
I’m not me
And I’m defiantly not the people in here
I’ve disappeared
Yet… I haven’t
because every day I look through 
someone else’s eyes
Because I have been unwound so many times
Yet I still go on
I have seen life
I have seen death
I have died, and that’s saying something
I can’t remember how to speak
How to taste or how to smell
I can only remember how to think
But that’s not doing me too well
Considering I can’t remember how to yell
How to say IM STILL HERE
And ask my parents to undo it
But they are probably dead and gone too
Unlike you	
Or me
Or whoever this person may be
So I get no choice in the matter
Because I have memories too
Even if I am missing some of them
I remember my sixth birthday
Wetting my pants on the bouncy house, 
And saying it was sprite I spilled,
But my mother new better
She swept me away 
And saved the day
By getting me a new pair of pants
I remember
The first girl I kissed
How she tasted on my lips
And that time that I danced with her
With no music playing
But the worst of all
Is that I can’t remember her face
She had a button nose
And long blond hair
Beautiful green eyes
And a serious stare
But when I try to put it together
And trust me I do try
I lose myself in the thought
And begin to try and cry
But I can’t remember how
The least I can get out is a sigh
Because I don’t control myself anymore
Because it’s not me
And I don’t control how to cry
The other people in here
Don’t care about her like I do
They don’t remember how she pleaded
With my parents to keep me alive
Saying she could help me do better in school
As if
I was a horrible student
But I don’t remember my grades
Cause I’ve lost that part of my brain
I also can’t feel the rain
On my shoulders from that night
With someone 
But who
I can’t remember 
That was cut out too




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That Girl, Eve

A small place in England
a city rife with crime 
full of the homeless
the jobless 
lives a small 
defenseless girl 
who was once a happy child 
transforming 
into an angry woman 

Eve was a small girl
missunderstood
Life was hard on the estate
Father and Mother deceased 
when she was three
She came home 
But for what? 
Empitiness  

Twelve years on 
Eve sobs 
as noone is there 
to answer the questions
anger has built itself up 
Why me? 
she often asks herself 
questions fuel the rage 
till one day it becomes too much  

The tragic day 
came after her fifteenth birthday  
life was the death of her
the poor girl 
with glazed eyes
who watched 
other children at the park 
with their parents 
couldnt handle it anymore

The local papers
portrayed the whole event 
as if they cared 
if they had cared sooner 
this girl, Eve 
would be happy 
enjoying her life 
like the other girls her age  
but they didn't
and still nothing has changed


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Because she still clung to his promises

The girl was legend

All empty eyes & purple painted smiles. Every sweet white inch of her. And everyone knew 
her name

She danced in satin skirts that only moved when she took them off. She was everything 
delicate, everything demure. She was beautiful even when she wasnt

She watched the world with terror filled saucer eyes & the world looked right back with eyes 
that were unmistakably green

It was clear glass, they envied her & she wondered why

She knew they hung up her picture, plastered her to walls&books&frames that made her 
their prisoner. They stared at her when they were alone & forged a kind of intimacy she 
could thrive on

But it was temporary & in the morning she was left to sing her own self to sleep since no one 
cared enough to do it for her

The people that loved her, that glimpsed the real her when she uncovered it, all those people 
left her at the end & she saw what they'd done

They'd led her down the wrong track but they peppered it with glitter & held her just right so 
she was blind to every bit of it

She was the diamond dying in the night, she was the candied rose melting in the morning 
dew. They lured her with promises of love & took her innocence before she even knew it was 
there

She hated them but started to love them almost obsessively. The love hate became another 
prison & she thought she was free because she always got nine seconds of pleasure before 
the sun rose

Back bars catered to her kind & she walked in just to stand there & let their hands go places 
she'd never gone herself. It felt like the past & she convinced herself it was right

One night she walked in, skirt past the legal limit & eyes bright like they used to be. It was a 
shock-making moment, she hadnt looked so sweet in oh so many years & they were afraid 
to touch her

She'd been their girl forever, passed around & used like an old movie that cant be rewound. 
They knew every mark on her body, every scar where they signed her, a kind of "I was 
here" of the human body. They couldnt recognize her. It was the first time she walked out 
alone. Faintly she hoped to be pressed against a wall & killed but it didnt happen

She kept turning around haunted by phantom-feels & ghost-touches. Her body just wanted to 
suffer. It was instinct & who was she to fight it?

Every step was agony. She walked so carefully as though she was afraid of falling in a river 
of her own dark thoughts

But it was hopeless, darkness followed her wherever she went


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Gratitude

Birthdays come but once a year
A day we celebrate, a day to cheer
We all know the day we're born and our age
For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage

The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year
On the other side of the world fear
Horror for a young girl named Heather
Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered

Swimming around the ocean deep 
Working up an appetitate for something to eat
Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper
Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper

At home I thought I had turned fifty
I figured this year would be very nifty
My father who was in his nineties
Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty

In a land way down yonder
A girl named Heather was pulled under
Great white figured she was good meat
Nice and tender a very tasty treat

A girl named Heather was saved
That very day lived to be one to praise
People who worked to keep her alive
She praised God who lives in hearts and on high

Sara lived many years
Saw her grandsons through tears
She was the strength and glue
Who saw her family's problems through

Just in recent years in a land down under
A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder
Caught in a fisherman's net
He'll probably live this mistake regret

No, the fisherman cuts the lines
Frees his catch and shark from bind
Now the shark he named Cindy
Follows him around even when windy

Follows him everywhere he goes
Let's him pet her on her nose
Rub her belly and dorsal fin
She even grunts and tries to grin

Which of these do you think is the most grateful
Heather who is now disable
The shark who was spared his life
Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife


(The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg.  Then circled and 
grabbed her left leg.  The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into 
the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off.  She was only attended by a nurse who 
was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do.  She was 20 hours away 
from the nearest doctor.  She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to 
have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg.     The story about the shark caught in 
a fisherman's net was really not true.  The grandmother here was a true story.)


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Daddy

DADDY,

As a little girl I would follow you around,
Trying to take bigger steps to keep up because you walked so fast.
No greater dad in my eyes could be found,
The memories of being daddy’s girl will always last.

I love you dad with all my heart,
You have taught me to be strong.
Even when things seemed to be falling apart,
You would tell me to bear with it, it wouldn’t last long.

You were always there for me,
No matter what I might need.
So much love in your eyes I could always see,
Even though the words were few and far between.

I use to get on you for talking so loud.
If I would only have known,
Instead I would have been telling you I was so proud.

If anyone had a care,
You were quick to help fulfill their need.
Loosing you daddy is so hard to bare,
But from all the work and worry you have finally been freed.

I don’t want to let you go,
You were my solid rock of stone.
Oh, how I will miss you so,
With you around dad, I never felt alone.

Daddy now you can finally rest,
And your precious memories will always be with me.
And I promise to always try my best,
To be as strong as you always had to be. 

Love Daddy’s Girl,
Kel


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Sacrifice or Murder

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


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Rape

She was only fourteen years old. This is the story that she told. There was a house, the color green - Not even close to being clean. She always wondered what was there - Walking by it without a care. One day, a car was parked outside. She was curious but decided to hide. Soon, a girl raced out with nothing on - She tripped and fell upon the lawn. A guy came out and yelled at her - Chasing her away as she ran faster. The curious girl got spotted by the guy.  He said "I've got something for you, you little spy." She got scared and started to walk away.The guy said, "Stop, now! We're going to play!" Without a choice the guy grabbed her tight. Struggling to get free she put up a fight. He brought her into the house, that was only one room.All that was there was one bed and one broom. "We're gonna have fun," the guy said with a grin. "This will be easy because your so thin." He pushed her down upon the bed - "NO! NO!" she frightfully said. Over and over she repeated that word. But he just continued as if he never heard. Ripping her clothes off, admiring what he saw. He didn't care that he was breaking the law. He tied the girl up, her legs and her arms. He taped her mouth so she wouldn't make any alarm. Stripping of his clothes he got on the bed - Ordering her violently, he told her to give head. Out of her mouth and in between her legs it went - She wanted it to stop, this horrible torment. Tears now streaming down her face - The guy enjoyed it as he picked up the pace. Harder and faster, the guy wouldn't stop! Her face being tickled by every teardrop. He ran his fingers over her body - Acting very, very naughty. He licked every spot his fingers went - She absolutely did not assent. He rubbed across her chest and then - His pace got faster, once again. Then he stopped, and untied her - Shoving her the clothes that were beside her. Now he pushed her onto the floor - Yelling at her to go out the door. She ran away, far from that place. Running faster, she picked up her pace. She never returned to that house, colored green - She was raped, and she was only fourteen.


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She's a Runaway

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


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SHE IS GONE

                                      Cindy was very unique
                                    Very easy to get along with
                                    and critique even though she
                                    was not fuzzy

                                      I never knew a girl like her 
                                   even with out fur although 
                                   I never really heard her purr
                                  but used to think I might

                                  She was the kind of girl that
                                every man who does not wear
                                a hat dreams of- too bad
                                she was poltroon but I loved her
                                any way- very nice easy girl she
                                was despite the lack of buzz, sweet
                                little Cindy so sorry she is gone.


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Mama Cries With Raindrops

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


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You damn bullies

You guys bullied a girl so much that she committed suicide.
Then you went to her funeral and laughed because she died.
You guys are evil and you should be sent to jail.
If I was God, I would send you straight to Hell.
That poor girl killed herself because of your attacks.
I thank the Lord that her family is fighting back.
What goes around comes back around, that's what I believe.
When her family is done, I hope a harsh punishment is what you guys receive.

(SADLY THIS IS A TRUE STORY.)


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Memoirs of The Damaged-Part Two

I just want to take you back to that small frail girl,
The girl who sat in the shadows, in the corner of her room,
The girl who’d,
Never dare to cry,
Always wondered why,
Often wished to die.
The girl who encountered the unpleasant but turned her mess into a message 
To enable you to have a clue, 
That it is possible for God to breakthrough, 
Any trial that comes to you.

Part two, for me, is the segment of clarity,
I now understand what God has in store for me.
He has brought me through the hard times so I can stand strong,
Led me through the wilderness, and calmed the autocratic storm,
And now I have a clear mind and clear vision, clear focus, 
my success is sure to come.

Through my new mindset, 
I feel like a butterfly that was once a caterpillar,
A new creature, I’ve change and morphed in to someone better,
I once travelled slow, only wished to fly,
And now I flutter high in the breeze 
drawing closer and closer to where I pray to be

This is a memoir of the damaged but also an account of an overcomer.
I proclaimed my freedom from the distant memories of my past, 
on a revelationary journey to a rural town in Polska.
As I took the same steps as our Yiddish friends did several years ago,
I learnt to understand that whilst facing the threat of death daily, 
They appreciated the gift of life.
The gift, of life.

Human beings, we are designed for a purpose
                                            Live for a purpose
Are instructed to accomplish that purpose,
                                            Our eternal destination is dependant on its completion.
But whether we actually ever fulfill that purpose, we will still all live, then die.

The grounds of the death camps and the ambiance I experienced, 
provided me with the eloquence, that after death there is life.
Over 1 million souls died in those grounds decades ago,
But after death, there is life
But still, I heard singing birds and saw growing trees, peaceful in the breeze.
After death, there is life.
Eternal life,
But where we dwell is determined by our obedience to the Most High.

I’m not asking you to believe what I believe,
And I’m not asking you to think the way I think,
But I am asking you to ask yourself,
Ask within, deep in your soul,
Why are you hear,
Why do you experience the things that you do,
Why do have the desires that you do,
And whether there is One Greater watching you.

This is the end of part two,
I was that little girl,
And I’m the narrator
Now, look at me, I’m a new creature.


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August Eighth

Chapter One 
Boy into the West 

Dawn upon my cloak 
Urged and so converged were the guns 
Seeding myself with the rest 

I broke in the eye of the Sun 
Settling my mind on the heartless rapist. Time 
Rasterize the faces 

So thumb through the annals 
Purged and so emerged fleshy etchings of this child
Breast wheels churn uncertainly 

Moistened embers dance to the deafening drum 
Tidal ducts offer piquant waters of the Pacific coffer 
I arrive on the sands 

Chapter Two 
Hole in the Wall 

Deserted in this mind 
Hover in and now behind 
Stare blank up through the ceiling stucco 

Gathering in the stench of ghastly breath of wine 
The New Year clothes itself topside 
Unfashionable walls crush youthful spirit I drink alone, until morning 

Demons of mine in lethargy 
Gnawed and sluggish slivers bond my illness
Horizons of hues of shapes the girl knowing 

Waking sweat cools slyly treats itself to my tongue 
Warmth of girl takes my breath save the end of I prepare 
God, are you there? 

Chapter Three
Erosion 

All in the deflection 
Though his reflection isn't mine 
Blood in kind of brotherly loving spiteful me 
We close our doors of aid restraining love I have

For angry boys reject the angry drudge 
Slave to a toilsome loving grudge 
It is raining erosion 

Blinding contortion 
Why in my hands I can't see you yet 
My rock there I can’t see her stand 

These matters wash away too comfortably 
I the destined rock 
To erode on as grain of sand 

Chapter Four 
Facing the Crow 

Give to the death 
Long confronting his road 
Gurge open those words she once clung on 

Hung from the rope he dove to the end 
I die decay per diem death 
Metaling her heart on his mindless last breath 

I survive only by his hand... 

T.R.Sevrens


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Becoming Of The Banshee

There was a beautiful girl
Who had the whole world at her feet
But then she did meet
The man of her dreams
He was as kind and gentle as he seemed

Very soon they were married
The couple beamed
They were so happy
She called his family her own
That's how close they had grown
Man and wife bought a house
They soon called home

But fate, as it is known
Has ways of rearing its ugly head
And it seems that these two
Were due their share
Of bad luck

The husband was struck down
With a terrible illness
And soon he was dead
As she sat by his bed
The girl was filled with dread
Her husband was gone but
There was so much left unsaid

As the girl wept
Something inside her crept
And suddenly she let out an inhumane howl
A noise that most people would call fowl

The nurse who looked after her husband scowled in disapproval
And sent for immediate removal
The girl soon died of a broken heart
But that wasn't the end
It was just the start

She loved his family with all her heart
So after she died
She would cry and wail
Without fail
For any member who passed away
And she is still with that family to this very day
For she was the very first banshee



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Story of a Child

A little girl walked to school one day to find her friends already playing. She stood 
wordlessly, and watch them pass a ball about. They ran and frolicked, and 
jumped with glee. With out even a word passed her way. As silently as she came 
she turned and left. 
In the school she went down turning halls, and up twisting stairs. To the highest 
point she could find. Here she sat near a window facing her friends down below. 
She removed a book from her bag. Its cover was black, and lacked a title. She 
opened it, its pages were blank, and began to write a story. 
Many years came, and passed, her friends had all gone on to different schools. 
Some stayed in contact with one another, but as they grew so did the distance 
between them. The friendship that had meant so much years ago, had all but 
vanished, But the little girl always remained.
One day a teacher approached the little girl, and asked her why she wasn’t 
playing outside with her friends. The little girl dropped her pencil, and looked up 
at the teacher with a smile. 
The unity between friends will never last, but in my story it can last forever. 
The little girl picked her pencil up, and began to write once more. The teacher 
walked off still astonished to hear such words from a child. She was almost out 
the room when she turned, and faced the little girl. 
Your right friendship doesn’t last, but it will also never die. For every persons life 
you touch a part of them you take as they take a part of you. New friends will 
come, old ones will leave, but that part will always be yours. Yours to keep, it 
helps unite us, it helps make us one. 
The little girl closed her book, and then she vanished. The teacher walked closer 
to the desk, but found only dust. The book still laid atop the desk. The teacher 
picked it up, and began to read its story. She cried while reading, she cried at the 
end. The story of a child who’s life had come to an end. 


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The little blue jay

  The little girl held him,
  As he died.
  Hoping,just hoping,
  That he would survive.
  
  But in her hands,
  Is were he died.
  He couldn't here,
  The little girl cry.

  Up on the hil,
  She buried him,
  That little bird,
  Now dead and limp.
  
 She made him a grave,
 Were he could lay.
 She will never forget,
 That sad,sad day.


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The Legend of the Christmas Bike

 

The saddest story I’ve ever read, I read on Christmas day.
About a man who’s hurt, would not go away.
He was from the wrong side of the tracks but that didn’t make him any less a man,
He had a wife and a little girl and he provided as best he can.

He had worked hard all year long piecing together a bicycle from pieces that were salvaged
from here and there.
But when he was through it was a piece of art, every piece polished and painted with love
and care.
And that Christmas eve night, when all were asleep, he placed it under the tree,
He was so excited he couldn’t wait for his little girl to see.

And that morning her little eyes were fixed on that beautiful bicycle that shined so bright.
She stammered as she tried to talk, for she was so filled with delight.
She hugged momma and poppa and said this was the best day she had ever  known,
It was a gift of love and that was the look his daughter had truly shown.

He took it outside so she could ride and ride,
But what happened next in the story is where I cried and cried.
A neighborhood gang banger was cruising the streets and feeling real mean,
When he decided to scare the little girl with his car, the rest is such a horrible scene.

She had never played chicken and didn’t know what to do,
When he swerved, she did too.
Her little bicycle was no match for the car that tore a happy home apart.
And from the father that day was taken the light of his heart.

They say it was just too much and he just went away,
But the legend says she still rides her pretty new bike each and every Christmas day.


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a rose

A rose lay dead and dry
As a Girl sits to cry
The rose feels her tears
but knows not of her fears
The dead, dry rose can sense her pain and sorrow
For it too has no tommorrow
Alas that girl and the rose will sit there together and crumble
Their souls shall tumble
And the two will wither away
They'll both rot today
That girl and the dead, dry rose will never see another sunrise again
For today their end began....


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Chelsea's Wish

She was a blonde-haired blue-eyed girl 

From down in Tennessee.

She was the tender age of twelve

And pretty as can be.

Yes, Chelsea was so full of life.

She loved to live each day.

But she was dying from cancer 

And soon, she’ll pass away.

Oh, Chelsea told her mom one day, 

When all the sky was blue,

About a special wish she had

And hoped it would come true.

“Yes, I could wish for world peace,”

Yes she said with a smile,

“I could wish all the fighting would

Let up for just awhile.

Or I could wish for riches and

Have power and have fame.

Or I could wish my life be saved.

A longer life to claim.

Yes, I could wish that ev’ryone

Has lots of food to eat

Or wish that all the children would 

Have shoes upon their feet.”

“But mom”, she said, “Here’s what I wish 

So now you have been told.

I wish to be an angel and

Walk on those streets of gold.

I want to shake my maker’s hand

And see Him face to face

Because I know He’ll welcome me

Into His holy place.

And mom, I want to comfort you 

When you are feeling sad.

I want to bring peace from above

And give to you and dad.”

“And mom,” she said, “I’ve loved my life, 

But now it’s time to go

And also mom, please don’t forget

I’ll always love you so.

I’m going to a better place.

Mom, put your mind at ease.”

Then Chelsea’s wish, it did come true. 

She closed her eyes in peace. 


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Star Princess

There once was a girl who lived all alone, She walked in bare feet on gravel and stone.

No one knew who she was no one knew her name, she watched in the shadows as people called her insane.

Both of her parents had gone up to the skies, Where the moon and the stars stood bravely up high.

Oh how she wished she could see them once more, Then maybe her heart would not be so sore.

One day she said that day will come, When the moon and the stars all become one.

She started to slowly drift off to sleep, Trying verry hard not to weep.

But before she could even start to dream, she heard what sounded like a scream.

She quickly ran to her back yard, and say a great star that wasnt that far.

She quickly ran up to the light, it's five big points shining bright.

She found out that it was a fallen star, a fallen star that had traveled far.

She knew that this star was sent from up above, a gift from her parents sent with love.

She knew what this star meant, she knew why this star was sent.

Her parents missed her and want her to come home, This is great, she will no longer have to be alone.

All she had to do was wish on this star, The star that would make her go far.
She closed her eyes and made her dreams come true, This is hopefully what this star will do.

With a flash of light and a clashing sound, the little girl was no where to be found.

From that day on if you look up in the sky, ignore the lights and planes that pass by.

You'll see three stars stuck togather, you will see them in all different types of weather.

The stars you are seeing are the best, The king, the queen, and the star princess.

Who is this girl look at me, take a guess, look hard and you'll see I am the star princess.


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Sound

A dog that gave a barking sound.
A  girl that ran to her mum.
She tell’s her mum can I sleep here today.
Her mum agrees they sleep together in a cold night.
A puff of air that disappeared.
The girl see’s it she tries to wake her mum up.
Mum it’s here again the puff of air.
The dog left the house and never came back.


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Christmas wish for momma

Don’t cry my very own little ones

I assure you I’ll be alright

For tonight I’m gone to visit Jesus

For Upon you I shall shine a light

Maybe within the big bright sun

Or maybe the twinkling of a star

But may you find the comfort in light 

Of knowing from you I’m never far.

I’m on the glistening green grass

Within the bright morning dew

I’m in the warm breeze a blowing

Blowing my kisses right to you.

I’m in the soft gentle rain

That falls upon your face

I’m in those pure white blankets of snow

Holding you in my embrace.

I’m in the moon that shines so bright

On your darkest nights

I’m always in that great big blue sky

To show you your guiding light.

 So never feel you are all alone

Or you never have a friend 

Because I’ll always be right beside you

From now and all throughout the end.

I’m everywhere you go

And in everything you do

I’m in your heart and in your soul

For my love will always follows you.

The little girl watched with boundless tears

As her angel slowly faded away

“Merry Christmas Momma,” the little girl said

“I’ll see you on Christmas day.” 


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Death is Happiness

Just go ahead and laugh as I cry my last words.
Love gone wrong is my explanation. Exploiting my generosity as I cringe from the 
hell,
That is my life. We lie in my bed just remanicing.
I look to the sky to save me. Go ahead girl just fall asleep, as I sit here and cry. It 
isn't the first time as I find this my way of living. Go ahead girl, just grab that gun 
and aim it at my heart. 
Because if this is love than kill me now. It's so nice, living in a world where no 
one else can feel the pain that breaks my heart every day, I'm not okay. 
 
So go ahead girl just stab that dagger in my back. KILL ME!!!
It's what you do. These thoughts of suicide run through me every night. To smile 
would be a fantasy
in my mind, but there is nothing to bring it. So do me a favor, when I die just put 
that smile on my face,
because it will be the only time when I'm happy.....


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Man In A Bottle

Dead end story, dead end train,
No girl left to find, no heart left to claim,
Held back by the glasses and clinking of ice,
The whiskey, the bar, the story of my life.

Tears in the whiskey draw memories to view,
A girl in my arms, our hearts born anew,
The dress, the kiss, the vows and the love,
Tears fall once more as I look up above.

To the tattered old ceiling, a cobweb or two,
Look past to the sky, like your eyes, colored blue,
See your smile through rain, and your face through the sky,
Goodbye sweet angel, forever goodbye.

Fog my memory, take the reigns,
With liquid fire, flood my veins,
Pour it through and watch me burn,
A man in a bottle with a lot to learn.


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The Vampire Among Us

A made up world of glory
Sweet lakes and emerald glens
Please let me tell a story
That happened way back when

The grass was green as green could be
The air was sweet with freedom free
Her eyes were blue as the swirling sea
That set her apart from you and me

The day was hot with summer's heat
Birds flew low over golden wheat
Along the coast; the army's fleet
Under shaded boughs two lovers meet

He stood with her until the night
He walked with her so she wouldn't fright
And even though he had no right
He soft skinned neck he wanted to bite

He walked her up to her jeweled door
With diamond windows and marble floor
A kiss to her hand, though he wanted more
From the girl in the house by the rolling shore

He counted the hours until the sun's dawn
Gazing up the emerald lawn
Of the girl with the dress that's a soft brown fawn
Three hours left, nine hours gone

The moment the sun rises over the hill
His hunger crumbles and he loses his will
Now he no longer wants to kill
And drink her blood till he had his fill 

Under the boughs he waits for his love
This time dressed in a dress of gray dove
Now his hunger no longer does shove
When her hand touches his in its white lace glove

But then the sun sets
And his luck he must bet
He feels the thirst get
To be a great threat

Though they walk the long beach
In no need for speech
When the warmth's sucked like a leech
From her wrist, he then does preach

"Tis the purest thing I have ever tasted
Though it's a shame all of this has to be wasted." 
Upon the sand her blood is pasted
The monster inside no longer lambasted

And though the time for monsters is gone
The truth must be unfurled
While they wait forever for the coming dawn
Vampires still stalk the world


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Bennie

He does not answer when I speak,
     the severed head in the picnic basket,
nor do the swarming flies on the muslin sack,
     buzzing on the dried blood, concern him overmuch.
I still speak to him as ice chunks melt
     about his rotting skull, and he rolls with a soft bump
on the passenger seat.
     “Al, baby, we’re gonna find out what this is all about.
You and me, Al, we’re gonna find out.”
     Mexico shimmers and burns through
dust and dirt, gunfire, filth and murder, and we drive
     the backroads in the hammered paint scarred red car,
backfiring clouds of exhaust, pollutant patches of hell.
     Gunshots echo through my mind,
bodies pirouette in slow motion, tissue quake ensues,
     jetting blood through ripped cloth:
“Why? Because it feels so damn good, that’s why.”
     I never had much to speak of, dreams, a girl and a piano,
now my girl is dead and all I have left
     is a car, a gun and a severed head in a picnic basket.
And in place of dreams, a heart of darkness and
     this impregnable death wish…


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I Love You &Good Bye

I went out one night and remebered what you said
You told me not to drink and drive so i had a sprite instead

i felt proud of myself the way you said i would,
That i didn't drink and drive even though some of my friends said i should.

I made a healthy choice and your advice to me was right 
As the party finally ended the kids drove out of sight.

I got into the car sure to get home in one piece
I never knew what was coming mom something  expected the least.

Now i'm lying in the pavement and i hear the policeman say
''The kid that caused this wreck was drunk.'' mom his voice seems so far away

My own blood all around me as i try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say this girl is gonna die.

I'm sure the guy had no idea while he was fying high
Because he choose to drink and drive now i would have to die.

so why do people do it knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me like a hundred stabbing knives.

Tell my sisters and brothers not to be afraid, Mom tell daddy to be brave,
And when i go to heaven put daddy's little girl on my grave

Someone should of taught him that it's wrong to drink and drive
maybe if his parents had if i would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom i'm really scared
These are ny final  moments and i'm so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me mom as i lie here and die.
I wish that i could say i Love You mom, So I Love You & Goodbye!


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Jesus on Trial Part I

The law teachers, and the elders, arrested Jesus. They went to see the high priest whose name was Caiaphas. Peter followed into the courtyard at a distance. The chief priests and Sanhedrin tried to get evidence. They looked for it in order to give a death sentence. Two men would appear to render mendacious comments. They said, “The temple of God this man wants to raze. He claims he can rebuild it all in only three days!” Caiaphas spoke, “Do you hear the men’s testimony? Why don’t you answer? You maintain taciturnity! Please tell us, are you the Son of God? What is your plea?” Jesus replied to the high priest, “Yes, it’s as you say. However, to all of you, there shall soon come a day. The Son of Man coming on the clouds of heaven will be sitting at the right hand of God; everyone will see!” The angered high priest yelled, “He has spoken blasphemy! Tell me; is this man worthy of the death penalty?” They would strike him, and spit on him, and said, “Prophecy! Tell us which ones among us hit you. What did you see?” Peter was sitting in the courtyard where there would be a servant girl saying to him, “You’re from Galilee! You were one of the men with that man they call Jesus. I know you were with that man! Why don’t you please tell us?” “I don’t know him. I never saw him!” Peter would say. However, another girl saw him at the gateway: “You were with that Nazareth man earlier today. You are from there also! Your accent gives you away” Peter would answer her, “There’s a lot of room for doubt. I was not there. I don’t know what you’re talking about!” An hour later, another person would appear. “I saw you with him, also!” is what Peter would hear. “There is no way I was near him”, was Peter’s reply. That was the third time knowing Jesus he would deny. Suddenly, everyone would hear a rooster crowing. This event would then leave Peter very well knowing the truth of Jesus, and his earlier prophecy. Therefore, Peter would go away weeping bitterly! To be continued


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Down the Corridors She Still Walks

There was a little girl
So different from the others
With internal heartfelt cries
Her existence in lonely smother

She never fitted in
Her parents became so lost
A decision they came to make
To their paternal cost

To a place where they have taken her
This girl from their hearts
They are now lost in their limbo
Heavy tears as they depart

The doors close and sever
As they fade away
Into her distance
From her future stay
 
To her room she is taken
Her world now torn apart
Scared and visibly shaken
Her past and them apart

Many months have passed
As trauma's fill her years
Happenings so horrific
That left so many fears
 
Deaths became so common
Objects would fly at speed
As all around her panic
She's called the devils seed
 
It's been two decades now
As this place has died it's death
This girl that came so young
Left so many reft

Her life was finally taken
One long cold winters day
In a bath full of water
She let the razor play

This building she called home
Where people passed and talked
This young girl, the devils seed
Still down the corridors she walks

 

http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark.php


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A soldier's daughter

There once was a girl with pale blond hair.
	
	She went with her family one day to a fair.

	They played lots of games and ate lots of food.

	But none of this seemed to brighten the child's mood.

	So they went to the park and swung for a while.

	Her parents silently wishing to see their little girl smile.

	But deep inside she still felt sad.

	For she knew something terrible about her dad.

	Tomorrow her dad would be going far far away.

	To a place that's fighting nearly everyday.

	She knows her dad is a very strong man.

	Still she fears she'll never see him again.

	The years go by and she grows older.

	Living each day the daughter of a fallen soldier.

	There once was a woman with pale blond hair.

	Who found out too early that life doesn't always play fair.


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Darkened Night

On this darkened night...
It's no wonder why the world can't see
This girl they never did meet.
She's running through the alley
She's running and her heart is racing
She knows not of where to hide
from the Pain.
The Pain is chasing after her,
Sucking her life away.
And on this darkened night 
This girl continues to pray,
As she's fighting for the air,
"God hurry and bring upon the day"...
"God please stop the Pain before it's too late!"
The world is so blind
When it's the pain that's chasing her.
It's times like these
That I don't want to understand.
This girl is alone as she pleads
For any helping hand.
And it's things like this that always seem
to happen on a darkened night.
So the world can't see through a beautiful day.
What gives their soul a fright.
Still this girl needs someone
She's running out of places to run.
The pain gets closer and closer
Still she keeps praying for the sun.
And just as the day begins to break through
The pain did exactly what is sought out to do.
On this darkened night
It's no wonder why the world 
would never meet 
This girl who is now unable to breath
There was nobody around to stop the pain
On this darkened night
And to know that the world can't see
Darkness can be so scary 
And everyone gets a turn to be
chased eventually
When my time is-
I don't want to know when
though I wish I did
So I could tell a friend.
I don't want to be alone
On my darkened night
Deep inside I know I'll be on my own
For this fight.
But when it's over
At least I know God will be on the other side
He'll be there to brighten up
What was once 
A darkened night.
And in this place
I'll be able to still breath
In God's world...
What we know as heaven
The pain will never reach me.
And in this world
There will be no wondering why
Why the world can't see
For there's only happiness in heaven-
No pain will ever again
Be chasing me
On a darkened night.


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Piles of Dirt

I’m no one anymore
Just a spirit around
My body has left this earth
My voice is no where to be found

You are looking at my coffin
At this funeral you’re at
A tear falls down, 
And you start getting sad

The first shovel of dirt
Is thrown on top of it
All of the sudden, a memory hit,
You remember the day we first met,
Our eyes were connecting, as we danced and sweat,

Another pile of dirt cover me through,
Memories of us, start rolling to you,
It was the day which you probably miss,
You spent time with me, and our first kiss,

Third pile of dirt makes a thump sound,
Two more tears start rolling down,
Our sour break-up, controls your mind,
When you left me for a girl who was a  waste of your time,

Your heart hurts more as 
the fourth pile comes down
Don’t call me no more were your
Orders to me and I was no where to be found,

The fifth one comes down 
as a really loud bomb,
The day that you came back to me,
yes we were not done,

The sixth one stabs you 
Down to your feet
The day comes where you 
decided to cheat,

The seventh one covers the corner of the hole,
You scream and kneel down, you can’t take it no more,

The tears that I shed, for you my King,
And the ignorance that you repetitively gave me,

The eighth one is the finishing touch at this time, 
As you remember when you were mines,
The kisses, the hugs, the I love you’s
The sacrifices, the battles that I fought for you!

You throw me a Rose and say this out loud,


“A Girl Like You, I’ll Never Find Around!!!”


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New Leaves (but she is sinking)

A girl with hollow eyes 
stares from behind 
foliage rich with greens and yellows 
but she’s in black and white 
no Technicoloring here 
and the leaves are closing in 
spiraling around her face 
pulling her off to the side 
so she can dwindle away 
in peace. 
This shadow of a girl 
who used to exist 
in as much varied splendor 
as that which surrounds her 
is now fading 
lackluster lips 
not even trying now 
to speak out against 
her oncoming disappearance 
though her eyelashes 
lush and thick 
still hold on 
trying not to let the colors 
into the void of white 
not wanting change to enter 
what used to be the center 
steadily silent and solitary 
expanse behind those eyes 
where everything 
was lulled to quiet and inflexible. 
Perfect in every way 
she is humorless 
unsmiling and her only flaws 
are the missing so-called 
windows to her soul 
so that while she is blank 
a clean slate she is not 
her various markings and stains 
are there 
though unseen. 
She accepts her fate 
silently fighting 
all the time 
but her façade stays intact 
even as she suffocates 
and eventually dies 
under thousands 
of overturned 
new leaves.


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Cellophane

There’s no point in hiding things detested
When they return once more, undigested,
  Forcibly ejected from the inside tract
  And flushed away like a guilty act.
When the bones and joints poke and snap,
Lollipop sticks against cellophane wrap,
  They’ll guess what you’ve been trying to hide,
  Eyes will gape and then turn aside.
Diogenes masturbated publicly in Greece,
Debauched like a dog, raddled with disease,
  If only, he mused, amidst ifs and buts,
  I could satisfy hunger by rubbing my guts.
But that’s not the way it works for real,
For the riches of man can never reveal,
  Why the skeleton girl with button moon eyes
  Sees reflection of self she can only despise.
Blood from hands can be washed away
Yet the mental stains will forever stay,
  And the skeleton girl with the zombie grin
  Cannot eat from without, yet is eaten within.


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In a good girls eyes

 In a good girls eyes lies darkness and mischief; Hidden in her disguise she's god but 
without it she's the devil. Caught up with her bible hugging in the morning and her panty 
throwing at night. Though she despises Alchohol it's really the fear that it comes down 
to. Worried that with one gulp she'll lose control and everyone will now she's not an 
angel. So twisted inside her lies to everyone, she desires to be touched forbiddenly  
though she stills a virgin. No one knows the secrets that lies behind the doors of a good 
girls eyes. She is slowly losing momentum seeing that bad girls always have more fun. So 
her legs started to inch apart, the one's she had promised to keep closed. No one knew 
that behind these eyes of a good girl lied a hoe just waiting to explore. Waiting to 
exhale, finally take a bite out of life for her damn self. She realized that good girls 
were too wholesome and she felt she needed to part some if you know what I mean. It 
wasn't until she got out there that she realized there was nothing good about being bad 
and maybe she was being naive but I think it was sad because she had so much to live for 
now she was trapped in a world in a world and she couldn't get back. Even though she 
prayed and prayed and said god please let me back in, he said i'm sorry but to me you 
have learn nothing didn't I always tell you to resist Temptation at all cost? She said 
yeah well what about forgiveness I though you taught that too. I did but your with the 
devil now your playing with different rules and in his world once your tarnished your 
forever his. Tears fell down her eyes as she listened to what he said. Another girl gone 
rotten, it's a shame because you could have been out queen. She said I still will be, and 
god watched as she kissed the devils lips. A tear dropped down his eyes as he reached but 
she was gone.


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I Am Missing My Baby Girl

Everyday I awake to the softness of the sun rays, shining brightly through my window 
panes, I wonder to myself as I wipe the sleep away, from my eyes, before I get on my 
knees to pray. I bow my head and close my eyes, to speak the words that comes from my 
hearts, forming into sentences that goes up toward the skies,
Lord hear me now for I am about to cry,
I am missing my baby girl,Lord I am so tired,
I am missing my baby girl, Lord help me I am feeling a little wired,
I am missing my baby girl, Lord my soul feels like it's on fire.

I feel her soul passing through these rooms, giving life to every flower as I watch them
bloom, I smell her scent past through these walls, like a fire leaving behind it's 
fumes,I see her smiling as if she were in front of me, listening to me, clapping for me, 
as I sing the blues.

I am missing my baby girl Lord, and I don't know what to do,

I am missing my baby girl, Lord I am so confused,

Heavenly father help me, clear my mind so I can just get through,

these terrible times as I lie hear listening to this priest read from the obituary at my

ten year old's funeral.

Lord I am missing my baby girl, oh Lord I need you 

so please, please, hear my prays to help me make it through.

By N. McCoy

(To Maria, In Loving Memory of Markita Weaver)

RIP Baby Girl We Miss You

4/26/1993-1/23/2004


Details | Didactic | |

When God Calls

She sat next to you in school every day.
You sometimes saw her, but never knew her name.
Such a quiet girl lost in her own way.
She cried a lot as the world slept.
Her mind drifting away as her body wept.
Fists of stone may pummel her,
And though no one hears her screams,
She knows her God is watching her.
He sends her the sweetest dreams.
She reaches out to Heaven.
To a love greater than she's ever known.
A small girl who was so early broken
And God looked down and he saw her tears.
He saw the object of all her fears
How God wept at her unjust treatment!
"My angel,"he cried "Come home."


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Revenge of the Zombie

(This is a fictional poem)

A woman showed no mercy when she murdered her daughter.
People were shocked when they learned that this girl was slaughtered.
The mother took a golf club and continuously hit her daughter in the head.
Less than one month later that girl rose from the dead.
She was undead and she was hellbent on getting revenge.
When her mother saw her, she cringed.
As she looked at her undead daughter, she couldn't move because she was so 
scared.
Her daughter grabbed her and threw her down the stairs.
The mother's neck was broken and she was deceased.
Now that justice has been served, that poor girl's soul can rest in peace.


Details | I do not know? | |

Diary of a good girl

         You look at me and think that I am so innocent, but don't you know what your 
really seeing because I think your eyes are tricking you. I can be ms. goody two shoes 
but don't you know what I wanna do? it's impossible to make a blind guy see that good 
girls are really closet freaks. I walk around in jeans and a nice shirt but you only look 
at the girls with short skimpy things and who act like they know. but you know it's the 
quiet ones that really know how to put it down, were not afraid grab my hand and I will 
show you I've been around waiting for this chance.When are guys going to grow some common 
sense you won't get anywhere with a chick who think she been there and done that.  I'm 
serious so if your laughing now then you have learned nothing new because i'm not going 
to be the one to school you unless your with me and then you'll know. I don't need 
attention it's when I want it that I truly get it. Don't need to wear flashy clothes 
because it's inner confidence that will make me grab what I want when I need it. See were 
special and I don't appreciate comments and opinions about how boring we can be? Just 
think all this time I've been restricted wait until I open. You won't be able to stop me 
I will be traveling so fast you might need an advil. This is me and during the day I work 
to get straight A's but just think about what the night can bring. I'm devoted and i'm 
kind and when you need it I will supply. So next time I grin, or a good girl is sitting 
next to you give her a chance she will not disappoint because shy good girls really 
command when it comes to what they know. So before you think a good girl is strictly good 
read this nice handy manual and then you will see what fun a good girl can be... peace 
don't forget this Diary. 


Details | I do not know? | |

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO JEANIE

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO JEANIE?
THE GIRL SO MEEK AND MILED.
THE ONE WHO ALWAYS SMILED AT ME.
THAT YOUNG SWEET CHILD.

SHE LOVED PLAYING AT THE PARK
AND RUNNING AFTER DARK.
SHE LOVED LITTLE KITTENS
AND PLAYING IN THE SNOW IN HER CAP AND MITTENS.

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO JEANIE?
THE GIRL WE ALL USED TO SEE.
THE ONE DOLLED UP IN PIGTAILS.
ANS WHO’S SHOES SANG OF BELLS.

SHE CRIED AT SAD MOVIES
AND ENJOYED CLIMBING TREES.
HER BROTHERS USED TO CALL HER NOBBIE KNEES.
SHE WAS CHILD PERFECT AS SHE COULD BE.

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO JEANIE?
WELL HER DADDY CAME HOME IN A DRUNKEN RAGE, YOU SEE!
SHE GOT IN THE WAY TRYING TO SAVE HER MOMMY.
WHEN THEY FOUND HER SHE WAS GONE.
IT SEEM IT WAS HER SKULL HE POUNDED ON.

SHE USED TO RUN AND PLAY.
SHE USED TO HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY.
WE USED TO SEE HER EVERY DAY.
UNTIL A FATHERS MISTAKE TOOK HER FAR AWAY.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Story

The story begins, life is good
Things occur just as they should
The girl knows nothing she's just a baby
Her future's assured with a simple maybe
As she grows the story progresses
With nail polish and bright pink dresses
She knows of death, her brother has died
She learned of sadness as she cried
Was life that hard, so filled with strife
That he chose to end it with that knife
She's only six but old enough
To be told to toughen up
The story's longer, she's much older
Her spirit becoming colder and colder
In her life there's so much pain
Spread around like a huge dark stain
She's made her choice, an easy decision
But should she make a clean incision
Or some other way that's easy to do
There's hanging and pills and gunshots too
She chooses the gun for she feels it is right
A way to end her life this night
She lays there with the weapon in hand
Nestled in the warm wet sand
As she lays beneath the moon
She knows the time must come soon
She could feel it now, her brother was with her
And with that, she pulled the trigger
The story ended, the girl was gone
Not to be found until the dawn


Details | I do not know? | |

Girl in the mirror

looking in the mirror
what does she see
a girl lost in reality
abandoned by hope, deserted by fate
longing to be in love once again
but only one thing to do
she cant take her self any more
she breaks the mirror and runs away crying
as the girl in the mirror lays broken on the floor 
looking up in hopes someone will come along to pick her up
she felt as if she was the reason
why she ran away
but only the innocence left in the mirror 
could scare the girl, into running away
she didn't like what she has become
a lovesick girl
who thought that giving herself away would keep him
but only made him walk away 
now shes left with broken pieces and one sad story
she feels as if she can never love again 
but as the broken mirror pieces
give her hope, and will help her fly 
because she is the only one who still believes
that love is still just a fairy tale waiting to be read 
so the girl in the mirror will wait for someone she can help keep alive
and put them in the light


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Girl On The Beach

My heart broke for the girl on the beach.
For her innocent repose in the hammock,
For her smiling, dreaming eyes,
For her gentle curves and sweet lips,
For the enthusiasm of her travel,
For the vivacity of her youth,
For her fragile, beauteous soul,
For her bare toes upon the silver sand
For her ankles dipped in the crystal sea.
For her violation and untimely death,
For the pain of her parents,
For the anguish of her travelling companion,
For their dumbfounded devastation,
For pointless, mindless tragedy
For a world that breeds monsters
For her encounter with monsters,
For monsters who destroy life and beauty,
For those who suck the good from this life,
For my own daughter and imagining how I would feel,
For the inconceivable heartache, decimation,
For the sheer pulverising horror,
For myself and my incapacity to help her, or those close to her,
Or say anything that really matters except
My heart broke for the girl on the beach.


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Harpy Girl

Harpy Girl

You girl are a harpy. A woman who steals from those with nothing to take. You always find something to harvest. If you robbed a rich man, you'd leave him in debt. 

How do you do it and why?

Becoming the femme fatal injured beach siren. How many ships have you wrecked? Sailors think you're a cheap whore. You target their basic desires. How smart. Not.

And when you become the pretty air stewardess lady, no one is safe. You slit the pilot's throat and Jumbo jets fall like shot crows. Only you walk away unscathed.

I came across you once. People ask why I'm alive? That's easy. I ran like the wind and am paranoid to hell. I know we'll meet again. Till then dear harpy, the news headlines are full of your work.

Death, mayhem, maiming, destruction.

Even when you sleep it continues. I wonder if you'll ever get bored of this harpy lifestyle? Take time out to talk to my friend. He's a shrink; the best. Hey, he cured me. But back then, I was sane compared to you, the harpy girl.


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A young girl

A young girl lost in a sea of people and an ocean of heartache. The confusion 
plaguing her troubled mind and poisoning heart with anger had finally flooded 
over her entire being. All she could think of was the hatred building up behind 
those deep blue eyes and that fictitious smile. Pretending all the while that she is 
content with the life she despises. Dancing outside the suicide room,  reluctant 
to enter. But running through the door of drugs, like a kid in a candy store. 
Desperately searching for an escape from the chaos dominating her life, but only 
finding temporary relief from her anguish. Everyday she waits patiently for 
someone to rescue her from the pain that is eating away at her insides. As each 
day passes by, she slowly loses her faith that she will ever escape. Night after 
night, she lays awake consuming more and more pills than the night before, 
praying for a way out. Years go by with no relief, and the young girl has lost all 
faith. As she lays awake for the last time, she smiles her fake smile, and flashes 
those deep blue eyes, and her prayer was finally answered with a simple pull of 
the trigger. She escaped.


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I ain't no holla back girl

         I'm just a girl so don't get upset when I don't turn around when you try to 
play your games. 

I can't help not wanting you when you are saying things that make me 
laugh about how desprate you sound I wonder how many girls you have tried to talk to 
today. 

I can see your lingering eyes as I pass by, Don't you know that I won't listen to 
any of your lies. 

I can just pretend that I don't even see you, may even close my eyes just so that you 
will lose interest and if you do that's no surprise.

 I am not trying to hurt your feelings, it's just that i'm not the type of girl who falls 
for stupid lines i've heard them all before.

 Some say that's why i'm still alone but I think that's why my heart hasn't gotten broke.

 Girls who listen to your whispers are just plain foolish, they expect a fairytale and 
next week he'll be preaching to another girl. 

I ain't no holla back girl I won't turn around when your calling because that's just 
playing right into your hands. 

I won't let you dip in the wine just because I have morals don't you understand. You look 
at me and I just smile... Don't you get it? i'm more attracted to a guy who plays hard to 
get.

 I need a challenge in my life and if your going to play easy 
then I guess you should know that i'm not simple.
 
In fact i'm extremly complicated and it doesn't take a few phone calls to get me naked.
 
I aint no holla back girl you have to be persistant to get into my world, I won't give in 
to just the same old game if you are playing me you better have me dazed. 

Have me blind so I can't see I don't want weak game to be played out in front of me.

 Challenge me or get lose, I understand my demands are harsh but it's just because I aint 
no holla back girl but if your worth it I will holla at ya. 

When I fall I do fall hard so I need a strong guy who's real and if they really 
are down  they will catch me.


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The Girl Who Wished She Was Dead

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


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She murdered her parents

(This is a true story)

A sixteen year old girl murdered her father and her mother.
She killed them because they tried to stop her from seeing her lover.
When this happened, an entire nation was horrified and stunned.
How could a teenage girl callously murder her parents with a shotgun?
Blood was splattered on the walls, the floor and in the bed and the bodies were 
in a terrible shape.
She pulled the trigger when she learned they were going to have her boyfriend 
arrested for statutory rape.
Her parents didn't know that their daughter was a threat.
This proves that the world is going to Hell in a hand basket.


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Through The Eyes Of A Child

{verse-1}
I got home last night at four
Found the door open wide
and when I shut and locked the door
I stumbled over something inside
As I searched for the light
I heard my baby girl say
Daddy I'm alone here tonight
Mommy lays there and won't wake up

{verse-2}
Then I felt her little arms
Squeeze tight around my leg
She said Mommy wasn't feeling good
And went to sleep there on the floor
And as the tears fell from eyes
My baby girl said, It's alright Daddy
Mommy will be up soon, I'm sure
That's when I fell to pieces

{Chorus}
Through The eyes of a child
To young to understand
Through the eyes of a child
How can I tell her Mommy's gone

{verse-3}
Then I told her Mommy went to heaven
And that God didn't need her body
She looked at me confused
And said Then Mommy's not up there
Then a hand touched my hand
And a voice said let me try
Then my baby girl turned to me
And said Daddy, I still have you

{chorus}
Through The eyes of a child
To young to understand
Through the eyes of a child
Grew up 'fast when Mommy died


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The Story of the Dumpster Diver

 I asked him what he did?
    As he stood up and opened the lid.
He said some people call me a dumpster diver but hey that’s okay.
     He said I just reuse what people throwaway.
I asked him aren’t you afraid you might catch some incurable disease?
     He said you can do that just breathing the stuff that floats in the breeze.
I said it just seems like you’re taking an awful big chance.
    He did not speak but his eyes met my wandering glance.
I asked him did you choose this life or was it thrust upon you?
    He said I once had a home a really nice one too.
A little girl and a wife every mans dream.
     Everything was perfect like a fairytale theme.
One evening quite late we started home from the park.
     And I saw this car coming and saw flashes in the dark.
It was bullets they were firing that struck us all three.
     One hit my arm and one struck my knee.
One struck my wife they said it went right through her heart.
    The one my little girl caught ripped her apart.
My money all went for paying doctors, and morticians and such.
     In six months time I lost my family, home, and job that’s why now I don’t care 
too much.
I could have drawn unemployment, welfare and stuff.
     But instead I just turned to the streets I’ve just had enough. 
I said man I’m so sorry, I just didn’t know.
     He said that’s okay I catch it everywhere I go.
Well I bid him fair well and silently turned away.
     I often think about that old dumpster diver and the words he had to say.
I guess if this were to have a moral: How about never judge a book by its cover.


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eternal peace

to know this pain
is to know a thousand deaths
a story once told
the story of she
a small girl 
cradled in a corner
single tears shed revealing the pain unseen

cries unheard through these empty halls
a young girl alone once again and forever
the promises of change where made
but they never came
hope and happiness lost at such a young age
a gentle touch 
could it be change finally made
a soft whisper to sooth the pain
"it is time"

could it be a savior found within this haze
or just a hallucination within this daze
with his touch comes the promises of tranquility 
"it is time"

"For"
is all she can say
His immortal whisper is the key to her serenity
"suicide"


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I'm The Girl

I'm the girl you wish weren’t here.
I'm the girl with nothing to lose, 
Yet everything to fear.
I'm the girl you poke fun at when you have nothing to do.
I'm the girl you never knew.
I'm the girl who stood alone.
Who is going to cast the first stone?
I'm the girl that wanted a friend.
I'm the girl you couldn't comprehend.
I'm girl who loved to love.
I'm the girl filled with rage and hate.
I'm the girl no one saw until it was to late.
No one knew suicide I would contemplate.
I'm the girl who had no reason to wait.
I'm the girl who was always left out.
I'm the girl you loved to talk about.
I'm the girl who fell through the cracks.
I'm the girl pulling knives out of my back.
I'm the girl who stuck a bullet in my head.
I'm the girl laying here in a puddle of blood dead.


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sad little face

A lovely little girl With a life so sad
 She lost her mother 
And now lives with her Evil dad,

 Her sad little face
 Swelled up with pain
 Her tear filled eyes
 Cry out to be saved, 

Everday beatings all for no meaning
 Yet the little girl never made a peep
 She'd just lie on the floor And stare at the door
 Till her father went away

, Her sad little face 
Swelled up with pain
 Her tear filled eyes
 Cry out to be saved,

 Now several years have come to pass 
But the beatings still continue
 And her once lovely little face 
Now tells the story of her pain

, Her sad little face 
Swelled up with pain
 Her tear filled eye
s Cry out to be saved,

 Now there she sits so helpless
 Just waiting for that special day 
The day she set aside 
When she will take her life away

 Her sad little face
 Swelled up with pain
 Her tear filled eyes
 Cry out to be saved,

 She will never stop to think 
Of all the people she will miss 
You can call it ignorance
 But ignorance is bliss,

 Her sad little face
 Swelled up with pain 
Her tear filled eyes
 Cry out to be saved

, As she slides the blade across her arm
 She thinks to herself 
Of how the day has come at last
 When all of her struggles will end
 As she takes her life away,

 Her sad little face
 Swelled up with pain 
And all she wanted 
Was to be saved.


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why me

I stand in the door way
 as you walk away
out of my life i promise you will stay
you call my house,in public you yell my name
I still keep my promise till this day
late one night you came bye
you held a gun bye your side
you knock while you yell my name
i slitly open the door
then you say i love you girl with all my heart
I'll love you till death due i part
if you let me in we can start from the beginning
standing there i say i cant be with you i hope your ok
he put the gun to my head
i started to cry and he was yelling
i love you girl i guest you'll Never know
but i'm sorry i could Never let you go
He turned the gun away from my head
he said i'm sorry i really am
then he shot his self in his head
then he fell to the floor
in his hand a ring was found
with that ring a note was found
it said will you Marry me
i love you with all my heart
i want to start a family with you
your the love of my heart
as i sat there i cried
asking myself
why it had to be me
why he shot his self
now today i live my life feeling guilt
was it my fault
if i would have loved him he wouldn't be dead
if i would have loved him he would have lived!!!