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Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Free verse | |

My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell


Details | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







Details | Rhyme | |

" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
 
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
 
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
 
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
 
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
 
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
 
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's  Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
 
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
 
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
 
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
 
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces

Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day

In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see. 
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave 
Back up north, where my futures to be 
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost 
And that was my aim, no matter the cost

see page 2 of 2, ty..


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


Details | Narrative | |

He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know


____________________________________________________________
Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.


Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Details | Lyric | |

I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to take another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


______________________________________________________________________
Placed 8th in Poet Destroyer A's  2013 "PINKTOBER" Contest

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Details | Free verse | |

Nimisha

In her layette, she looked fair.
‘Nimisha’,the parents called her.
When aged five,the polio plucked
The strings that her legs moved.
As a string less violin, her legs rest.
In the wheelchair, she grows up,
Along with her mother’s tension,
And the father’s anxiety.

The rustic children wish her,
But nobody takes her
To the festival
In a shrine rural.
She wears new dress,
But as the butterflies in her frock,
She also cannot flit
To the shrine yard.

Cough waves, today also, 
Shake her lungs so.
The distant drumbeats and the holy music
Move her fingers in the wind rhythmic.
The clarion does resonate and ripple
The divine thoughts in her ears.
She never knew 
Pneumonia packing her soul.

Serenity of the twilight collapses,
As,again, the drum storm develops.
Few knew Nimisha swooned.
Later,the people intoned,
“Being holy, 
An apt day it is.”
In emptiness infinite,
Her parents knew her truly.

FABIYAS M V


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


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 | Free verse | |

If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


Details | Rhyme | |

Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids

Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids…

I know of someone living a lifestyle that the Bible forbids.
He told me; “how dare anyone tell me how I should live!”

He added; “what I do is no one else’s business but my own.”
“No one can ever tell me what I do in my home!”

When given scripture that clearly forbids what he’s doing…
It’s the backward kind of life… That he’s choosing!

He claims Jesus is his lord, in spite of his moral depravity.
It’s like he has, in his body, an “infected cavity.”

God gave to us his word, with his holy instructions!
If we don’t obey, it’ll lead to our spiritual destruction!

It doesn’t matter if 10,000 churches say that it’s o.k. to do!
God requires a righteous and holy way of living, for me and YOU!

There are choices we all have, that are to be made!
Are you going to be victorious in Christ?  Or sin’s slave???

Have you thought about living for Jesus?  And what it cost?
If we’re not sacrificing our lives for him, we’re forever lost!

If you’re one who’s caught up into a life filled with perversion…
May I introduce you to the blood of Jesus?  And a righteous conversion?

God gave to each of us, HIS rules and commandments to live by!
It’s either God’s rules, or man’s, that you’ll either live or die by!

Won’t you choose a life that God has chosen to give you?
He created mankind!  It’s no secret how much he loves you!

The opportunity is here!  It may never come again!
Won’t you let the power of Jesus break the bondage of sin?

Jesus can set you free!   Won’t you let him help you?
He’s patiently waiting…   Just because he wants to!

By Jim Pemberton   10/07/13


Details | Lyric | |

Forever Changed

June 18, 2013 our world was Forever Changed
We where over halfway home
When we got the call from our baby sister

Said we need to get back home
We need to come as fast as we can drive
Mom really needs us
Something’s wrong with Daddy
The whole way we drove 80
Hoping & Praying we’d make it in time

Our Family & Friends were weeping 
By the time we got to his side
We knew our Daddy had been taking
And our hearts they were breaking
We never got to say Goodbye
We each softly kissed that man
We four sisters climbed in his bed 
We laid down beside him 
And cried just like babies
For our world was Forever Changed 
 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.


Details | Free verse | |

A Little Angel

A little angel came to Earth one day. but he didn't come here to stay. Three years was his time limit. His parents did not know it then, but God for him, had a plan. The day he was born, to everyone he brought joy. His parents loved him from the start. Manuel Zachary was his name. He grew up pretty quick. While he was here, he spread smiles, love and star dust everywhere. His family loved him very much. He was their little Angel from above. Three years he was here to spread his love and joy. One day he heard a call. It was God calling him home. His parents couldn't understand - why with them - he couldn't stay. Now he is back where he belongs and from there he watches over them. Every now and than he gives them a sign. He spreads some star dust, to let them know that he is still around... 08/14/2012 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo Comments: This did happened. I was asked to write this poem. Hope you like it.


Details | I do not know? | |

Audry and Michael

Audry: I love you so much, we are destined to be together
People will envy our love. I have told my parents i met the man i will marry.

Will you ever cheat on me?
Michael: If you stopped loving me, listening to me, being my friend: Probably.

Were you sexually abused? Why won’t you answer me?
Audry: Don’t worry about me, let’s just worry about ourselves. 
The key to happiness is selfishness.
Michael: No it isn’t, that’s ridiculous! It is in giving to others, and the other virtues!

Tell me how you feel, I can tell you are hurting.
Audry: I don’t believe in negativity! 
Michael: You are hiding from your past demons, your true self.
Audry: No I am not, I just do not give them attention!
I live in the moment and am a joyologist, the past is over.
My future is created by the present moment.
Don’t try to change me and I will not try to change you! 
Michael: I want you to encourage me to be more loving, giving and patient. 
Help me be a better person, change me, encourage me to be my best. 
Audry: No, because you want me to express my emotions, and I don’t believe in that!
Michael: Then you will hand your emotional demons down to our child, if you don’t heal them 
in you.
Audry: You are a mean cold hearted man, I would never hurt my child!
I do not love you anymore, stay away from me. 
I want nothing to do with you, I am moving away with my child.
Michael: You would take my child away from me?
Audry: I am not even giving it your last name!
Michael: You said we were destined to be together!
I would not have risked getting you pregnant if I knew!
We can work through this, at least for the first couple years. The child needs us both. 
Audry: I will not stay in a relationship for a child! my parents did that and my 
mother was a depressed, cold and unloving mother. My father cheated on her! I will not do 
that to my child! 
Michael: That isn’t why she couldn’t love you, 
It is because she refused to express her emotions honestly to her husband and probably her 
history of sexual abuse that she needed to heal. 
She believes the key to happiness is selfishness, you cant love or be loved by anyone with 
that belief.
The same things you do that cause your depression! 
Audry: Screw off, and never contact me again……


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Death of Laci Rocha-Peterson

It's been almost ten years to December 2002 since Laci Rocha-Peterson and her unborn son were killed by her loser husband, Scott Peterson. This case has haunted the lives of all of the citizens of a California town called Modesto; just outside of San Francisco. It seems that Laci's life was ended permanently too soon, especially when she had planned on giving birth to Scott's first born son, Connor. Both of her parents (her mom and step-dad) were angry, her brother was also angry and dismayed, the people were shocked and disgusted, and so on. Scott Peterson was afraid to be a father, that he never wanted to spend the rest of his so-called "life" with his late wife, and, on top of all that, Mr. Peterson was also afraid that his late wife, Laci, would find about his love affair with another woman named Amber Frey, so he killed her as a cowardly act. Laci Rocha-Peterson and her first born son really didn't deserve to die by the hands of her own husband, their own flesh and blood. She and her son had a whole life ahead of them, especially when her son, Connor, was about to begin the first day of school and stuff. But now that baby Connor and her mother are not on planet Earth and in heaven now, their family members, especially her parents and his grandparents, are still in a depressive mode. What kind of human being would want to dump his or her spouse in a body of water, let alone the San Francisco Bay? Who does that? The media, including the CBS Network, Nancy Grace, and the San Francisco Post were all over the Laci Peterson case, especially when everybody knew that Scott Peterson Selfishly killed his own wife and unborn son. What a coward he is and/or was. Scott may have had all of the ones he loved fooled, but when he walks into the death chamber and is executed by lethal injection, God will decide his punishment. And when He does, Scott Peterson will pay for what he did to his wife and own son, his own flesh and blood. The spirits of Laci Rocha-Peterson and her son will live on in their relatives' lives and through the hearts of the ones who knew her. May she and her son rest in peace.


Details | I do not know? | |

What Ifs Strike

Yesterday in school,
Some What Ifs got into my head,
Because I accidentally fell asleep,
This is what they said.

What If I miss the school bus?
What If my parents die?
What If I get 0% on the math test?
What If I poke a needle in my eye?

What If my parents leave me?
What If I miss a school day?
What If people hate me?
What If I mess up the school play?

What If I don’t memorize my lines?
What If I get a hard kick?
What If I miss a soccer game?
What If I get terribly sick?

What If I have a heart attack?
What If I miss a ball?
What If I stay very small?
What If I have a terrible fall?

Then someone woke me,
And I was glad not to be dead.
I found myself not in school,
But at home in my own bed.


Details | Quatrain | |

Living with Mother Nature's Bruise

We turned to each other when we heard on the news
Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise
She worked on an island now swamped with wrath
To her we now travel to retrace her last path

To go there blind never knowing if she breathes
Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve
Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart
Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart

To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full
Thinking back to her young years, learning in school
This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean
Our minds picture, her love to live notions

We step of the plane into a world far from home
Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam
To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name
Is this where we find her, with no one to blame

We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home
Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed
We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving
Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing

Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost
Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust
Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve
Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please

Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears
A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears
Lady lady, please please, come with me please
To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease

To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher
As she is led away by the hospital preacher
We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death
The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft

The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying
Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying
Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run
In broken English, is she the one, is she the one

The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens
Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping
Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul
The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole

Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears
Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears
Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived
As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved

Words we will remember until the day we are gone
That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one


Details | Narrative | |

What I Pray

Walking down the hallway.
People look at me.
Clinging to my books.

Starring straight ahead;
focusing on the door.
Dodging dirty looks.

Standing at my locker.
I make no eye contact.
She whispers" Your such a freak"

Run to the door;
Make my way to the bus.
They throw stuff at me.

Keep forward,
finally get home.
I silently go to my room.

Fall to my bed;
break completely down.
So lost and hurt and gloom.

My parents go out,
Alone with the T.V on.
They say I'll be all right.

Make my way to kitchen.
Tears swell in my eyes.
The Chef Knife shines bright.

Afraid and alone;
with a sinking heart.
Hold it, shaking in my fist.

Slowly move it to my arm.
Pale white it runs;
from my forearm to wrist.

Blood on the white tile.
My legs are cold.
All my limbs heavy.

The door opens.
My parents are home.
My mother holds me.

Closing my eyes,
breathing slowly.
I sleep...

and if I die before I wake.
I pray to God.
My soul to take.


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Let's Party With the Wicked

The first big party of the year
Right after the pre-season game
A bunch of juniors and seniors take off
Driving around down the highway.
Pulling up to the designated house
Where the parents aren't at home
They don't know about the party
Their "honor student" has thrown.
Music is blasting from speakers all around
As people shove away couches to dance
Furniture's broken, but nobody cares
The party's a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
Things start to heat up
As guys bring in kegs of beer
Even freshmen took a drink, thinking,
"Total freedom; there are no parents here!"
Pretty soon, every thing's trashed,
And the people leave to go home
Late at night, right after that party,
People pull out onto the road.
Pandemonium wreaks havoc 
Twenty minutes after they leave
As all across the small town,
Cars begin to weave.
Cars crash like dominoes
In a simultaneous effect
Parents are in a panic
Wondering where their children have been left.
Bodies are splayed out all over the road
As metal tears and glass breaks
All of this, because of one little party
And because some students chose to drink.
Their best friends are in body bags
And their parents are engulfed in grief
And all because of that one party
And that stupid choice to drink.
Honor students now lay dead
Choir members in bags
Band players are gone forever
The other stories are just as bad.
Alcohol checks are administered
And even young ones are to blame
"It's not my fault, I was drugged!"
One sophmore dares to claim.
"It was just a little alcohol," they say,
As it rages through their system
"I didn't mean to kill anybody,
But now, I wish I were with them."
The nickname for this awful crash
And this tragic night
Truly lives up to its name:
"The Wicked has take flight."
Drinking and driving don't mix
And these students learned the hard way
It was just a little fun,
But their friends won't be back Monday.
Some say it wasn't their fault
And that everbody did it,
But really, everyone's to blame
For thinking, "Let's party with the Wicked."


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Regret

Regret. We are born into an imperfect world to loving parents that would sacrifice their lives and dreams to watch us succeed. When we are young our parents try their best to shield us from any evil, harmful thing that maybe waiting out in the world. They slowly let little problems through the walls of defense to help us learn and experiment with things of adulthood. They later serve as crutch to lean on when we have bitten off more than we could chew. When we break under the pressures of this world they are there to counteract what would otherwise be an inevitable doom. Then our lives continue and we grow strong and grow further and further away from our parents. We start to forget about how much they have helped us through hard times. We convince ourselves that we did this by ourselves and discredit them. We start to disrespect them. We abandon them in their later years when they are most vulnerable. When they pass on we realize what an egotistical, self-absorbed child we were, but it is too late.


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an awful day

trees everywhere i look never looking back have to keep my eyes on the track i am a 16
year old girl who has seen and dealt with the worst the blood of my parents  all over my
hands strange men chasing me leaving everything behind my friends relatives i can not even
have contact with them i am scared to death i cant feel my legs i swear my feet are
covered in blood from the glass on the streets about two hours ago i saw my parents get
shot in the head i am never going to have a normal senior year i don't have a mom to lay
with a dad to protect me all i have is a picture of them and the clothes on my back  these
men are shooting to scare me and saying "get her kill her now" om running then all of a
sudden a rock  trips me and i look up  right then and there he was going to shoot me and
then i hear a bang but i was still alive the cops saw and took me to the hospital they
said there going to have me live with my grandparents and i will be going home in a couple
of weeks but i will never forget this day all i got was a broken arm and a broken ankle
but what happened to my parents was the worst and i will never forget them and if i ever
so see the man who got a way he will see the darkside come out of me i will do the deed
that my father should have


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Generation WHY?

(This poem was in no way written in my feelings I was thinking about how the 
children that perform these acts of violence in todays society may fee being an 
outcast myself I understand some emotions that can be caused by cruel youth 
however no child deserve this)

I forgot my books today but remembered my gun,
   Not thinking twice about taking your son,
I am tired of being the outcast  the pain followed by giggles at my expense,
  Now they'll know why in my head this makes sense.
My incurable feelings incurable thoughts,
  My custody fighting parents and the gun they bought.
The top shelf in the closet buried deep within a box,
  Along with the despair as classmates words bruise like rocks.
You could blame parents, the media, the music, politics, the walls,
  But on this day I am blaming the kids falling in the halls.
Inside I scream for help but only laughter answers my cries,
  Darkness inside can be seen in my eyes.
My should understands that this is sadistic,
  Now your children are becoming a statistic.
No one will win this popularity contest,
  as there is only grieving parents left to contest.
Last generation listed as X, 
  This one is whY no room to express.
My final note written in a shaking hand,
  Will Death be forgotten in time with sand?


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Angel With A Gold Bow

The boys sit down in the park under the tree,
Praying that their parents could look down and see.
The beautiful angel on top with the pretty gold bow,
And all of the gifts that lay wrapped below.
Christmas at their house had been full of smiles,
Now a smile can't be seen for miles.
When their dad went away everything went wrong,
It's been one month but it's seemed so long.
A woman walked by and saw the boys,
And handed them two carefully wrapped toys.
On Christmas Eve she adopted the boys,
And took them home to see all the toys.
Soon their parents would surely see,
The angel with the gold bow on top of their tree. 

 


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What I Fear The Most In Life.

I was thinking last night, i was covered in tears. I had this 
fear of losing my parents. My parents mean the world to 
me. My parents know who I am. I would be lost with out my 
parents, I love my parents.


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Behind Closed Doors-Seung-Hui and the Vir. Tech Massacre

To all those who have every sat back and watched a bully, to all those who KNEW 
the parents were abusive and did nothing, I pray you think twice.  I will forever 
remember that I had a choice once and did nothing.  I do not aggree with what 
happened, I am sorry for the lives that were needlessly taken away, and we may 
never know what makes a certain individual "snap" while others are able to cope.


Behind closed doors and across the street
Lived a Korean family we never did meet
Their son was a loner, quite and shy
But never, not once, did I see the boy cry

And all through school he sat from the rest
I looked over one day; saw an “A” on his test
The kids would all tease, throw things in his hair
But never, not once, did I show him I cared

His parents weren’t rich, they did what they could
I think that they loved him, like good parents would
They must have seen the path he was walking
But never, not once, did they stop and start talking

Now he lies dead on the Norris Hall floor
Shot himself once when he came through the door
Thirty one people are dead in his wake
But never, not once, did he stop for their sake

Found a gun in the dorm, was not hard to miss
A letter he left quoting “You made me do this”
I wish I had answers, and I now start to pace
And never, not once, will I erase his young face

If I just made them stop, back in grade school
Told them they’re wrong and Seung was cool
My choices now ripping, tearing my seams
Because never, not once, will I wake from this dream


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Why

This has been an awful year
I've cried way to many tears
I've seen my life flash before my eyes
and felt as if I wanted to die

My dog got sick and later he died
All I could do was cry and cry
My friend won't speak to me anymore
So I went home and cry somemore
Kids at school pick on me
Why can't they just let me be?

My parents yell, my parents fight
I try to keep them together with all my might
I'd try and run but theirs no where to go
I want to cry and be alone

Why can't everyone be friends?
Why do lives have to come to an end?
Why can't the world be a perfect place,
Where no one fights and no one hates?


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Story of my Life

Yesterday my parents got drunk and wasted like every night but my dad did not 
Have the right to say the things that were said and did now we all have tears to 
Shed. The story is simple it just goes like this my dad left the room with blood on 
His fist mumbling words witch were unknown but his voice had a very awkward 
tone 
Then he collapsed on the floor and I rushed into the open door. When I saw my 
Mom lying on the floor I grasped her tight and said, " I can’t take much more". 
Then she opened her eyes and not thinking right pushed me away and grabbed 
A knife she said her life was bad and that it was only getting worse and now she 
Was gonna brake this awful curse. She said she wasn’t meant to live with tears 
Running from her eyes but the sad part is she never said good bye with fear and 
Anger bestowed upon her face she happily cut herself out of the human race. 
She 
Grasped the knife tight as I pleaded not this way and she stabbed it through her 
Heart and with excruciating pain I grabbed her tight and never let go. But what 
Really caught my ears was when she told me please don’t cry, I was meant to 
die 
I’m happy and now I’m free. But how could she do this awful thing to me I loved 
Her so much but now all I can do is say be kind and helpful to your parents love 
Them more the anyone else and hold them tight cause it could only that one 
night 
For something to go wrong them they will be gone so please for me hold them 
Tight and even give them a kiss good night. My parents were drunk as usual and 
I 
Don’t believe they meant the things they said to me, my mom was sad and 
beaten 
By my dad, you see it can only take one stupid mistake from someone else to 
Cause so much pain, and tears will be shed and my story will go on till everyone 
Is dead. I love my mom so much but now all I can do is pray that she is happy 
And that I can see her again but I hope deep and within that she will be my 
Guardian angel my blessing from above but all I need now is a parent with love.


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The Fear of a Young Boy

He lived in a world of pure destruction,
of hate and deplore.
He sat locked in his room,
staring at the dark.

The bruises on his arms were aching,
the cuts on his face were ranking,
the feeling in his heart was sinking.
He knew his parents had gone out,
to party and have a good time,
and when they got home,
they’d be ready to pummel and thrash him.

He’d sit there and wait,
until they were done,
then he’d cry to himself,
all night long.
His grades were dropping,
his friends were disappearing,
his voice was lost.

One day his parents returned,
ready to harm,
but more harshly than usual.

They smashed his windows,
and beat his walls,
they threw and hit him,
with blood smearing everywhere.
They stuck the glass through his arms.
They hammered his head.
They damaged his eyes.
They pounded his chest.
And then they stabbed him a few times in the heart.

When they overlooked what they had done,
they ran far away.
When the police finally came,
it was too late to save him.
The police officer said to his partner:
"So sad how a boy of such young age had to go through what most adults fear."


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She was my best friend.


I met her in 5th grade.
After school we played.
We were inseparable back then.
When we played tag she’s always when.
She was so much shorter than me.
I filled out before she.
She was my best friend.
She was always my best friend.
My dad always hit me.
Hers tried to save me.
My dad was as drunk as he could be.
So to her house I would flee.
Then my world came apart.
Secrets came out barried in my heart.
Then there was the night I tried to take my life.
She rushed to my side.
She was my best friend. 
She was always my best friend.
Then thru the trial.
My body was so easy to defile.
I starved and purge
Almost until there was no return.
I went to a treatment center.
She always went to visit there.
She was my best friend. 
She was always my best friend.
My sister died.
Once again she came to my side.
I lost faith and consumed rage.
She tried to tell me it was only a stage.
I yelled and told her to get away.
Later I regret what I had to say.
She understood me.
She forgave me.
She was my best friend. 
She was always my best friend.
Now she has come out of the closet.
Her parents see it the way they call it.
She says she has always known it.
She was tired of hiding it.
She was gay.
For once I did not know what to say.
She has AIDS.
Eventually her life will fade.
Her parents turned there back.
I lived up to our 5th grade pack.
She was my best friend. 
She was always my best friend.
She lives her life a different way
But I love her anyway.
Thru this fight I stay
We fight it together day to day.
Because She was my best friend.
She was always my best friend.

Jeanette Hedglin
Age 25


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thinking of writing a book

I am thinking of putting all of my poems in a book.  I have around 80-90 of them.  
This is what I have come up with so far for an intro.  Your comments will be 
greatly appreciated.  This may take two entries so be sure to check.  Thank you.

My life has always been a little different.  My parents divorced when I was 4 years 
old so that meant every other weekend and for a month in the summer I was with 
my dad, other than that I was living with my mom.  The atmospheres at each 
house were quite different.  Now, not o say that both parents didn’t love me 
because I know they did, but they were two completely different environments.  My 
dad liked to drink and there was usually quite a shindig at his house, my mom’s 
was always a little more relaxed and “family oriented” so to speak.  We went to 
church with my mom every Sunday and it wasn’t always so with my dad.  My dad 
remarried for the first time when I was about 6 or 7.  He and this woman had a 
baby and shortly after divorced.  After the divorce my half-sister and her mom 
moved to Michigan, we didn’t get to se a lot of her and eventually my dad let her 
step-dad adopt her and that changed a lot of things.  My dad remarried again 
when I was about 8 or 9.  He and this woman, Sheila, had two children.  She was 
the love of his life and she is an amazing woman.  My mom remarried for the first 
time when I was 11.  The marriage lasted for about 7 years. He was very 
controlling and they divorced, it was probably the best thing for all of us.  My mom 
remarried again when I was 19.  He is a wonderful man; I have never seen my 
mom as happy as she is now.  His name is Don.  I now have a total of 9 siblings, 
I don’t get to see all of them very often, but it’s always interesting.
	When I was 15 is when my world was turned completely upside 
down.


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Before I Die Young

My parents were both cut in two,
my mother head to torso, laterally bisected
into equal parts, my father cut slightly off center
into unequal parts, his heart bisected, his head intact.

My parents were cut in two, as if
giant shards of sharp glass
were free falling in the universe.
She happened to be in the wrong place
at the wrong time, he standing next to her,
they were both cut in pieces.

When I look at this picture carefully,
I notice their only daughter so close
by her mother's side, pierced through
at an angel, my viscera partially exposed.

These are my addictions,
this my disorderly conduct,
here is my gore, mixed
with the coffee stains
on the cluttered table.

I go on living like this,
cut almost through,
remembering my parents,
her vacant eyes, his neck wrenched
sideways, wracked with pain,
how they died a thousand deaths
before they both died young.

This is the shard of glass that fell
out of the universe through me.
I go on living like this, hoping
someday I'll meet a surgeon
or discover a way to dissolve glass
before I die young, too.


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The Boy 3

when the land calmed down
and its tears left town,
the boy’s story went on…

his tale continued:

“ Now the boy bottled up with fear
as tears were put into gear…
He closed is eyes in hope
that everything was a joke…

Morning approached
and the boy’s eyes weakly opened
to see he was in a room that’s dimmed 
preventing light to be entered…

The boy slowly stood up 
looking for some sup…
Quietly, he ran away, 
hoping to find his parents on his way…
His search never stopped
even when the night knocked
on the day’s door…

One day, the boy found a piece of land
that was peaceful and out of sand…
It was across bays coated daily
with people walking nearby
There he sat below
the shades and the wind’s beautiful blow…

For days he sat there so sad,
engulfed with memories that weren’t so glad…
For his memories where the loss of his parents
in the wild storm accident…
By then, he feared to look at the sky,
for he’d remember the days of the ship’s sail lifted so high,
and the days he spent with the crew and his parents by his side…

Years passed…
The boy was never found…
But on a stormy and cold night,
news told about the boy’s fight…
The boy continued searching for some hope across an alley,
but all he found was a green valley,
that rest with serenity…
Yet, on a night like any night,
the boy closed his eyes and lost his sight…
For he died in the peaceful hands of nature 
that embraced him with warmth and composure…”

now not only the land began to cry
but also the tale itself stop its cry…
and thus, the story of the young boy remains in the land’s breeze,
as they try to remember the times he sat near…
    


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DEVASTED BY THE DEATH OF THEIR YOUNGEST

All parents are devastated
by the death of their youngest;
did strange behavior or premonition
pique their curiosity at all?



They got out of hand at the neighbor's party too wild and intense,
and without supervision, they binged and laughed hysterically;
blasting music, making obscene gestures, dancing madly and cursing loudly,
and they felt too powerful with those drinks in their irresponsible hands!   



Actions aren't justified when they are premeditated so perfectly,
killers make plans to murder someone, then claim insanity;
kids tell their parent lies to do things that are harmful and shameful,
down the road across Lisa's house, four kids barely seventeen drove into a light pole!



Their blood is still there, and thousands of flowers can't cover those stains,
unconsolable mothers kneel by their angels' beautiful pictures;
friends sob and hold back their tears, fearing they would be next!
Why trust kids fully, when a cautious word can definetly put some sense into them?



All parents are devastated by the death and tormented by the demise of their youngest:
when agony rips apart their wailing chest for not having done enough;
and to carry that guilt inside is a costly price: to have seen a young life wasted and lost!
Let's learn from these tragedies, and do more to prevent more fatalities!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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KATIE

THEY WERE SO EXCITED ABOUT GETTING A FOSTER CHILD.
CHILDREN CAN BE MILD OR  A LITTLE WILD.
FOR HER THEY LONGED,
BUT IN SO MANY WAYS SHE DIDN’T BELONG.
SHE WAS SAD ALL THE TIME
AND THEY DIDN’T KNOW WHY.
SHE WAS ALWAYS QUIET SO THE THOUGHT SHE WAS SHY.
KATIE COULDN’T LOOK THEM IN THE EYE.
EVERY NIGHT THEY HEARD HER CRY.
THEY DIDN’T REALIZE DEEP DOWN SHE WANTED TO DIE.
SHE WOULDN’T BATHE OF BRUSH HER HAIRE.
TRULY, SHE DIDN’T CARE.
SHE’D SIT BY HERSELF AND OFF IN SPACE SHE WOULD STARE.
SHE DIDN’T HAVE FRIENDS AND KIDS CALLED HER NAMES.
SHE WAS A VICTIM THE FIST DAY SHE CAME.
HER PARENTS DIDN’T KNOW WHO TO BLAME.
THEY BARRIED THEIR HEADS IN SHAME.
THEY DID EVERTHING THEY COULD TO BRING HER OUT,
BUT THEY DIDN’T KNOW WHAT THE DISTANCE WAS ABOUT.
THEY TALKED ABOUT TAKING HER BACK TO THE HOME,
AND THEN SHE FELT EVEN MORE ALONE.
SHE WORE LONG SLEEVE SHIRTS TO HIDE WHERE SHE CUT HER ARMS,
AND CAUSED SO MUCH HARM.
KATIE WAS FAILING EITH GRADE AND MOSTLY WENT ASTRAY.
SHE WENT TO THE HOSPITAL BECAUSE SHE WOULDN’T EAT.
SHE WAS BONES ALL THE WAY TO HER FEET.
AT FOURTEEN HER PARENTS FOUND HER DEAD.
SHE USED HER DADS GUN 
AND PUT A BULLET IN HER HEAD.
IT WASN’T TILL LATER THEY FOUND OUT
WHAT HER SUICIDE WAS TRULY ABOUT.
KATIE WAS RAPED BY HER FATHER TILL SHE WAS TEN,
SHE WAS DEAD BEFORE SHE COULD BEGIN.
HER MOTHER WAS AN ACHOLIC DRUGGIE WHO LOVED WITH HER FIST
AND ENDED UP SLITTING HER WRIST.
KATIE WAS FOUND UNDERWEIGHT
AND ALMOST AT HER FINAL FATE.
SHE HAD TORN CLOTHES AN NAPPY HAIRE.
THE SOCIAL WORKER SAID LIFE JUST WASN’T FAIR.
SO BEFORE YOU JUDGE A PERSON ON HOW THEY APEAR TO BE,
REMEMBER KATIE.
EVERYONE HAS A STORY INCLUDING ME.


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sad to say

I fill for the parents as they dry there tears,
another husband,boyfriend, or offender ended young years,
every day a father holds a mother as she cries for they lost a child,
another day searching for the missing covering miles,

Welcome to the world out side,
no where is safe and there is no where to hide,
you teach them, tell them all that is evil and wrong,
now you sit trying to find the right funeral service song,
you as parents did nothing wrong and your kids they did evry thing right,
it was all evil that took an innocent life that night,

The war over sea's has left many to cry,
but back home it seams more and more of our young die,
there live's taken to soon by the worlds trash,
we live love and forgive now memories are all we have,
the news will move on to another missing child,
2,6,10,14,23 they only remember them for a while,
but me my heart won't heal for every time another child dies,
my heart rips as I watch grieving parents cry.


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Growing Old

Mom holds my hand as i throw pennies to make a wish
Dad fixes my rod to teach me how to fish
High school my fist true love kiss 
Now i am in collage and my parents i miss
A seven hour journey so my parents can see the gran baby
We take turns driving me and my lady
Were all dressed up dads funeral's today
Words written down on paper so i know what to say
Another seven hour journey back home 
To pick up mom so shes not alone 
Mom was with us a year before her time 
Didn't know she was sick she said she was fine 
A new gran baby is shortly to arrive 
I have a three hour trip i get in my car and drive
Made it in time a new bundle of joy
Wish ma was here to see how he looks like are boy


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Memories

The memories of John
All came back to me
Just last night when I was having tea

A childhood trust
As sweet as can be
So very young
His love was my key.

My parents where angry
But I didn’t care
I defied them all
And kept seeing him there.

I hid him downstairs
With no-one around
I believed all he told me
Why wouldn’t I have?

My parents and siblings
They all cut me out
Wouldn’t talk to me
I wanted to shout!!

They wanted John out, 
Right out of my life
What they didn’t know 
In my lonely plight

I needed him then
More than ever before
To fill that dark hole
That they didn’t explore

My friends thought him too old
When they did meet
But I didn’t care
I wanted to be 

But then came a time
When all of that changed
His stories became lies
And nothing was the same

The cops came told me
Of crimes in the past
A murder committed
His girlfriend on ice

I wanted it over
But then came the threats
My life he endangered
With talk of my death

I was so terribly frightened
I was only thirteen
I had so much going on
He was thirty three.

He pleaded and begged me
And threatened me some more
But it was over I knew
The trust was no more.

My parents they hid me 
Twelve months as I speak
I worked as a nanny
To pay for my keep.

I look back there now
And wonder at me
Did I really do that
I’m meek as can be