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Walking Backwards
I would trade anything
Not to have lived
The life I have lived
To feel in part
That I had played a part
That was me at least
Not to hit this wall
Not to feel so invisible
Not to look in the mirror
And see this unrecognizable recognizable stranger
Looking back at me
To have lived a life
So unmarked
So ordinary
Where every moment of happiness
Was not stained
In the dark black hole
Of my childhood memories
I would give anything
Not to feel like me
Just be able to turn my back on me
And simply walk away
Not to sense the stolen life
Still reaching out to me
Not to have walked this other
Trickster path of shadows
Confusion
Hurt and sorrow
Where love seems impossible
And life a pale ghost of isolation
Infects with its abused disease
To be able to stand up
And face the troubles of life
With some sense of bravery
Dignity
Confidence
Security
In my ability to cope
I cannot cope
Change these lines
That are engraved in my palms
Won’t you please
To know each and every emotion is true
And not some aberration
Of skewed rejection
Not to hide away the awful truth
And keep myself from feeling ashamed
By other peoples embarrassment
I would like it if people tried to understand
I would like it if my family and friends
Really knew me
Instead of knowing they never will
I would like to feel that there was some hope
Some compassion for me
And those like me
Out there in the world
And not this
Awkward sexual misconstruction
Of silences
They care not to think about
How abused children later become adults
Disconcerted silences
Humiliated innocence
I would like not to be blamed
Any more
But most of all
I would like not to feel like me
I would like to be able
To just turn my back on myself
And simply
Walk
Away
My Life Comes Down To One Word,
Which Is Hell,
Half My Life My Eyes Seemed Blurred,
My Life Seems To Never Want To Get Well,
But It Does Excel,
Growing Up Was Hard Without A Father There All The Time,
My Mother Was There But Wasnt Trying,
My Momma Taught Me How To Be A Man Young,
It Didnt Hurt But It Still Stung,
Half The Time Growing Up I Wasnt A Kid,
I Had My Own Responsibilities,
I Was Young & Reckless,
I Wore My Heart Out Like A Necklace,
I Got Introduced To Drugs,
By The Time I Was 10 I Was Already A Thug,
Got Introduced To The Gang,
Started Commiting Crimes,
I Couldnt Even Tell You How Many Times,
Eventually Drugs Took Over My Life,
Theres So Many Times I Wanted To Turn To The Knife,
Suicide Seemed Like An Option Or A Way Out,
But I Learned Thats Not What Lifes About,
I Learned That Everything Happens For A Reason,
Just As The Sky Changes Because Of The Seasons,
Eventually I Did Time For All That I've Done,
I Did Get One Last Chance To Do Right,
I Took It & I Still Havent Let It Lose My Site,
Now Life Seems Brighter,
My Shoulders Seem Lighter,
I Seem To Be Getting Along Better,
But I Still Have My Doubts In Life,
But I Take Life One Day At A Time,
Im Taking It Slow,
Now Im Going With The Flow,
Staying On The Down Low,
Kicking It With Trevor(My Bro),
I Used To Tell People My Trains On One Track,
Now My Trains On Two & I Feel Brand New,
Now Im Focused On My Music & Gettin Heard,
Im Focused On Finding My True Love,
Now My Life Is A New Word,
Which Is Well,
& Ya Im Doin Swell,
I Hope Yours Is As Well.
A house to live in and a room of my own.
A family to love and a place to call home.
There is no one here that shows they care.
Having a life with nothing or no one to share.
Every night we would bough our heads and say a prayer.
That our life would change and things would be fair.
When I cry the burdens I carry hurt me through my soul.
My faith and hope is to have a life that makes me fill whole.
When I lay my head to sleep the pain I feel doesn't go away.
Before I sleep to our Lord I say please change my life I pray.
My life consist of a mom and brothers,sisters and never a dad.
The life she gave us was all we needed and was all she had.
So my life wasn't the best but it was filled with love.
But as we all grew-up our lives fit like a glove.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Brian Strand's"Any 2011 posted poem 14 lines max"contest
Some kids go through life afraid,
But not because of choices that they made,
More because of the life they are forced to live,
And that Love no one could give,
They have a family and a home,
Yet every day they are alone,
With family some space they share,
But does anyone really care,
No one helps them to understand,
That if we try life can be grand,
Instead they simply muddle through,
With no real idea of what to do,
Never sure where they belong,
Nor do they care what's right or wrong,
All they want to do is fit,
So some false love they can get,
They think any kind of Love is the same,
Others can't see it what a shame,
Their life no one wants to touch,
For them it just be to much,
The insanity they want to stop,
Out of this world they want to drop,
Treated bad to many times before,
They really just don't care any more,
Spent their whole life alone,
Got nothing more then a heart of stone,
With this they can no longer deal,
Next thing they're out to kill,
Life has been a complete strain,
Now it's time to end the pain,
It's to bad no one could see,
That only death could set them free!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2008 unclecharlie
He was my mommy’s addiction and I don’t know why.
I think about his nonexistent guidance as the days are passing by.
His actions towards his seed have caused her soul to cry.
Yet she still tries to find love for her daddy.
He was married to my mommy but treated her so wrong.
I can see her emotions change every time she’ll hear “their song”.
Before they were granted a divorce she endured his physical torture for so long.
But yet she’s still good friends with my daddy.
He walked out of my bothers life but came back as soon as he turned eighteen.
My brother thought the reality of having a daddy could only be a dream.
My granddad who died in ’82 was the only father figure he had seen.
Yet now he’s best friends with our daddy.
He’s not in my life now but he’ll try to be as soon as I become of age.
What I hoped would be a chapter in my life would only become a page.
He’ll suddenly reappear after his estranged daughter has become engaged.
But by then there would be no purpose for my daddy.
…Because he would have lost the privilege of walking me down the aisle.
It used to be so simple,
I was so used to being happy,
Unlike times in childhood,
Things where finely in place,
Pretty soon I had stopped believing,
That I couldn’t be loved.
Upon ponder perhaps because I had felt loved,
It was so easy to be so simple,
I had found joy in believing,
In the intoxication of being happy,
Finding in life finely my place,
Unlike times in childhood.
Unlike times in childhood,
When I felt I couldn’t be loved,
Where I never had a place,
That things where so simple,
Or that made me happy,
It was good to be "believing" .
But as it is and always was - "Believing",
Unlike times in childhood,
Was a child's dream of being happy,
Because he was never loved,
And life is never really ever simple,
In this casting performance I have no place.
Now life itself is just - out of place,
And the things that I'm believing,
Aren't really that simple,
Unlike times of childhood,
When I denied to be loved,
Thumbing the road pretending to be happy.
Form:
A child is born in a world of the unknown.
If only he knew what was really going on.
The cruelty he was shown will haunt his very dreams.
He is hated, and despised, or that’s how it seems.
I’m haunted by the pain of life is what he screams.
No one knows what goes on in and abused mind.
Please don’t look you won’t like what you find.
His heart is still breaking; it won’t go away in this life time.
Haunted, by a child hood that will always make him walk a fine line
He doesn’t want sorrow, or any ones pity.
He already thinks life isn’t pretty.
His spirit may be broken buts it’s not gone.
Haunted? Yes but he’s not alone.
He’ll be haunted until he’s dead and gone.
November 28-2008
By JD Couch
I can admit that my life is not perfect,
I do not always have the respect.
From mom and her beer,
And dad in a different hemisphere.
I always get lots of pity,
From people who are witty.
They think they understand,
But they only get second-hand.
In my life I am lost,
Like I am stuck in a holocaust.
And every ones against me,
And won’t leave me be.
When ever I open up,
I am told to shut up.
I can’t even tell how I feel,
Because there is to much to reveal.
I wonder why I was put here,
I’m far from a souvenir.
Even when I try to look,
Its always in the wrong book.
So if you have the nerve to tell me you know how I feel,
And say that my pain is no big deal.
I will never tell you yakkity-yak,
Mainly because I am a maniac.
My Pen and paper.
Tonight I will hate him
Tonight I will cry
Tonight I will hate every being
I’m not scared to lose myself
Hatred is the love of his life.
I hate him, I hate him
He will never be in my life
My life feels nothing, I feel like nothing
He feels stupid for never knowing me
I’m just not a child with no father
I’m a child who will never have a father.
He hurt me, im so hurt, I cry every night
My mom reminds me of him
They both deserve nothing from me
I owe them nothing
This is my life; I’m going to be happy
My life is this pen and paper
My life is in my words
My life is written on my lips and my mind
My life is when I’m writing my thoughts
My life is happy
I’m a very happy person.
There's nothing more special than a new born birth.
When they come out and take their first breath on earth.
That twinkle in their eye with that innocent face.
As they start their life in the human race.
From that day forward their innocense will change.
With their life ahead there's nothing out of range.
They can become a lawyer, a doctor or even a dentist.
Or there's nothing wrong starting as an apprentice.
No matter what they become you won't love them less.
It's only themselves that they need to impress.
As long as they work real hard every day.
Then you brought them up in the right way.