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We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,
Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...
These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken
Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"
~True Story Of Abuse~
Marrying her at an immature age, older by 30 years,
arranged marriage by her father.
Abuse started from day one.
Raped fiercely that night, screamed for hours unable
to move, she dozed off.
Ordering her to get his tray of breakfast, in bed,
once in with the tray, he glared at her,
with ferocious eyes, snatched it, smashed it on her head,
the boiling coffee burning her face, the glass hit her head
strongly, a mortal blow, she lost conscious.
He held her by her hair opened a dark small room
threw her inside, and closed the door. Not knowing
what to do, her face hurting from the burns,
the head bleeding from the glass, so tortured
she dozed off.
A bang the door opens he snatches her from her hair again
take her to the dirty old bed, and begins raping her like
a wild animal. She lost conscious, and woke up again in
the same dark room, dirty, aching, hungry, helpless,
not knowing when someone anyone would come
to her rescue.
After a few nights the same procedure, she started
fainting out of weakness. One dark night he carried
her far in his car, she felt being thrown out,
Awake in the hospital completely blind screamed?
where am I? mother please dad, her mum held her
caressed her, told her what is wrong with her,
due to the abuse of days and nights.
Sorry my child, you will be blind, disfigured, pregnant
but please don't worry, we will take care of you and
Apologizing and crying. They took her home that
day, to her room.They left the room, she never saw
them again, she committed suicide later a knife
right into her heart. Bled to death.
Her true story as an abused newly wed.
Sahrah tends. Sahrah tends the bar at the Inn. The ScourMoueINn. She washes dishes
passes out Ale to the largesse man drinks droughts ever pays. IN the corner passing
unnoticed is the small monkish man with the leer, so eye watch young Sahrah tend. When
approached reproaches some nervous curses foiled. Foible but talented drinking no ale at his
table but soda just impaling his eye upon Sahrah, sure he is never noticed young love never
notices old want. His blemishes fails. She comes laying left on the table near the old mans
soda was a Valentine Heart full of young love twisting it turning it over the old man read
Sahrah loves... but the namme was failing no namme was forthcoming his misunderstanding
was in thinking Sahrah never loves him, she loves everyone just the same as she tends even
him. The largesse man no threat head bent half asleep full of Ale on the table. They soon all
get away. Sahrah came. She stood looking inside like all young women have there own
interest do. Reaching her hand out to touch once the elder mans beard. Then they left the
largesse man there asleep turned the Key to the Door of the Inn. A Valentines Heart will
come true. At the ScourMoueINn. Sarah tends.
change my name
fairly often, I suppose
change my clothes
and Imma' damn gypsy, ya' see
keep it fresh ta' death
speck of blood
ketchup on my attire
got more rhymes
than I got grey hairs
that's an effing lot
because i got my share
hot-fire piece of passionate verse
rare to find
if only poets would
unleash the fury
on their mind...
I must say...
the etc. etc...
would be a less stinky place...
I'd keep my name, and sever ties with
and just go
Read my lips.
With your lips.
They’re saying kiss,
In the rain,
In the back of my car.
Read my lips that are saying,
Don’t break my heart.
s o b e r...
The fuse burns the skin; 'till years disappear in the sear. Those scars allow us to be who we are - - - urging us to bleed truth- - - so we can speed through the blues----- fueling us with the go, the giddy up to show, with each blow we grow,---and we Leggo our Ego -------just so the doubters we encounter shout louder and louder--- tho' they ain't got a clue as to who... or what we're about, or the journey of pain ballooning our veins with insane clout-------- and we wish upon a trouble free time to be near, yet it's far...- - - like the stars in the sky----...---sobering the view...while we drink the abuse------Still, the lit fuse burns the years till our fears cry.-____so hopefully, we learn from the scars when our tears dry.
Every day just this time
I wait for you with full zeal
From my window to look you,
To watch you.
Because your presence
Helps to make a radical change
Within a few minutes in our
The fair beauty.
I became impatient to look you
And you came.
You came like a tuber rose,
Just unfolding her petals.
Your dazzling white teeth
Helps to make much attractive
Your famous bit of smile.
The vernal breeze often
Try to remove the scurf skilfully
From your prominent bosom
And you often try to fix it.
A premature tinny boy
Trying to attract your attention,
See your reddish eyes, seems
You want to stroke his head-quarters.
Uncle John has a peculiar habit
Embrace an young girl.
Your quick depart proves
He is near-by.
There's always an issue with teen pregnancy. And when watching "16 & Pregnant" on MTV,
still on the air, this "wanting-to-be-a-parent-at-an-early-age" thing has gone way too
far. This show's about teen girls, who got pregnant at the ages of 14,15,16,and/or 17.
They had their hopes and dreams in tact, but all of them have been put on hold. One of
those dreams included being a lawyer, doctor, or whatever. MTV's "16 & Pregnant" means the end of
one's so-called "social life." It means no more going to the movies, no more going to the
mall, no more going to exclusive parties, nothing. There was no way that these teen girls
were to be mothers at an early age. They needed to concentrate on getting their high
school diplomas and their college degrees, and then have kids. There was no way that these
teen boys were to be fathers at an early age, either. They needed to focus on their
futures, like going to college. Those teen couples, they should've used condoms. Now I
know why I never became a father at an early age, let alone 13 or 17. Some teen couples
should've waited until both teen parents had finished their education and they were
married. But despite all of the drama and the stress, I still think that all teen moms are
doing a good job, raising their children. And if "16 & Pregnant" were to stay on the MTV
network for at least two (2) more seasons, that would be great, but teen pregnancy has got
to stop. No children until after marriage.
A kiss, a kiss was all I asked for, symbolizing my undying admiration of you as a whole, tainting your lips with ones that have whispered sweet nothings to your ears, ears that I made stand on their toes for the unexpected, becoming more apprehensive, but so much has happened in the past few days, if there's one thing love's taught me, it's that kisses tell a million tales. What if I kissed you right now?.. would it bring us any closer or would we just part like the red sea, would our worlds as is hereafter speak of nothing but the good and our love grow to be as unexplainable as she.. what if I kissed you.. affections expressed in a moment where pet names linger across lips unrelenting. Eyes meet and faces draw together while our minds orbit elliptical periods around one another, deem it a solar system, stop the music like i stole ya rhythm &say we lost ourselves in the heat of our own passion, passing days by enveloped inside ourselves slow dancing to the beat of our hearts. Holding you close like I'd die letting you go, thinking, what if I kissed you right now... Could we make clocks stop till judgment day and be lovers in and out of time like Angelou stated, would be morph to the brink of combustion just being overwhelmed by each others touch, or would we just be? Never afraid of lions tigers and bears, but I cant help but fear becoming so sick, so sick of love sons turned penetrating enomolies like your kisses which obtained keepsake as a copious mannerism in my everyday agenda.. &writing this while you're asleep gives me all the comfort of a fourth wall closure, kissing your forehead as you lay on my shoulder thinking if only i'd done that while you were awake. but she&I were unceasing, so the kisses we'd share were even more memorable than Victoria's best kept secrets...
you keep telling wat you got
but really is what you got true
caused you keep bragging
and say that you smashing
but get over yourself
im not stupid
and im shownuf an`t dumb
so you better coming again
with what you saying
because you out of your mind
you probaly think thats cool
but really its just plain pathic
are you trying to be a player
or are do you think its cute
how will you feel
if the other girl find out
will you be silent or will you deniyit
so what do exspect all of us to think
that is fun am=nd want us to ignore it
and act like nun happened
well you know what
you gonna loose all the girls
that heart you are trying to play with
so you better pray and stop being
you is districting
you is hurting others
so you needs to go and
you will be nomore