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Lost Childhood

After all these years
Have returned these fears.
The nightmares have come again
And there's no way I can win.
I buried them so long ago
Until HE called on the phone.
Thirteen years I kept him away
And now he just reappears one day.

He hurt me so very bad,
Confussing what mind I had.
Clouding it over with so much dirt,
The man I called "Father" causing me to hurt.
His own daughter he destroyed,
Making my childhood a complete void.
Growing up sooner than I should,
And no chance at a safe childhood.

And even after he went away,
The pain still seemed to stay,
Until after struggling so hard,
I finally, slowly let down my guard.
I was learning to trust again,
Allowing someone to get in.
I spoke my mind with less fear,
Making my life so very clear.

That was until HE walked in,
Acting like such a "friend".
Never admitting to what he's done,
An apology of which he has none.
Wishing so much that he's changed,
That some how it could be arranged
To get past this and move on,
To start over and establish a bond.

I wonder if there's good in him somewhere,
Since he and my mother were once a pair.
Or has it all been lost too,
Leaving the "Monster" I believe is true?
I know that I can never forget,
I'm not ready to forgive him yet.
I just can't find it in my heart
To even want to try or start.

We're never going to be close, I know,
Because I've had time to grow.
I've lost too much to lose more,
Never destroyed again like before.
I am no longer the child with no power.
My strength has blossomed like a flower.
Only it's never going to die or wilt,
I've stopped blaming myself with guilt
.
I now know it wasn't my fault,
Nothing I could do for it to hault.
I was only just a little kid
With nothing wrong that I did.
I've dealt with it the best I can
Even though I will never understand
How "Daddy" can hurt his "little girl",
Crumbling her innocent, whole world.

I want so much to hate my Dad,
But I'm so tired of being so mad.
The time has come to set myself free,
And start living my life just for me.
I'm going to build a stable surrounding,
Keeping both feet on level grounding.
I've got to take it at my own pace,
With so much I still have to face.
But eventually I know I'll be okay
And some scars may fade away.
I'm just happy to be alive
And grateful that I survived.

(5/1994)
© Jamie Ball  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member The Warrior Who Trains

I slash with my sword and I push with my shoulder. Every muscle and every tendon is screaming in agony. I can feel every pressure when my blade makes contact. I’m grunting with passion as I push every extremity to the very breaking point. I let my mind wonder to the past, where my family was butchered and mutilated when I was 10 years old. I lost everything I loved and anything that mattered to me, but my passion. Revenge echoes in my mind over and over, like the rumbling of thunder in the summer storms when they pass. Revenge against those who could do the things I’ve seen, beasts that slaughtered my whole family. I have spent years here, learning the warrior’s way, feeling the grunge and toils from everyday training.

 My sword is now a part of my body, so swift and true. I can draw it sharply and silent to bring it up my enemy. I spin my body and crouch down low, dodging my enemy and thrusting my sword into his chest. My body has become one single weapon for me to use. My mind is sharp and ready for the challenges of all those who oppose me. I will fight for honor and what is right and damnation to those who are evil and selfish. In the distance a voice echoes in my ears, “Piiid!” “Pid!” This sound grows louder as I strain my muscles and sharpen my skills. “PIIIDDD!!!” “HAULT!” and then I realize that master Baracus has been calling me. Turning around, I see Baracus standing there with a puzzled look on his face. He is a tall elder man with a chiseled chin and scars across both cheeks. His skin tone is deep red from the Sun’s scorching heat of the day. His balding head has traces of white hair around each side and the tunic of a trainer is all black with gold trim. His deep blue eyes gaze upon me in frustration, “You must focus on all things around you Pid, you will leave yourself open to attack without it”.  

 Baracus turns to walk towards the shelter as he mumbles various curses at me. “You young bucks have no attention and focus” as he slowly walks to sit down. “I was focused on my training you old goat” I persist. As we both sit down, he makes his brittle response, “Damn young blood makes poor fertilizer for our fields” as we both bellow with laughter. He is my mentor and trainer, but most of all he took me in and called me his son. He has trained me in the way of the warrior and what it means to be honorable and noble.

Images of Doomsday

Bold and strong is the true warrior I portray,
hiding all shudders!
Will another threat or demise rise to awaken fear, 
or frighten the eyes?   
                                                                
Will courage suddenly decrease through sheer defiance,
considering myself weak?
Even the strongest give in: facing a fate that antagonizes,
it denies the sympathy they seek!    
             
Will they stare at the soft, sapphire sky in desperation?
How they long for comfort!
Will the dimming sun to stay warm and stop their shivering?
Vain seems their effort!

No, gusts of cold air will form hoarfrost on their foreheads,
they'll stop their heartbeat!
I hear the mortally wounded crying out to hault the slaughtering,
can madness fend off defeat?
                                                                                                
Surely my endurance can overcome what they could not endure,
being fearless delays death!
They are brave and weeping I am unable to help them,
despair lingers on their breath!
                                                                                                             
And as these images of doomsday appear I evoke the bravery in all,
they fight the enemy harder!
Every loss on the battlefield is a sacrifice of unquestionable duty, 
each soldier aims high to go further!
                                                   
Written on 3/28/2017
Form: Rhyme

It Would Go a Little Like This

If I wrote a suicide note,
It would go a little like this.
I would start it off addressed,
To all of those I would miss

I would say that I was sorry,
That it's none of their faults.
I'd just let them all know,
These thoughts wouldn't hault.

For so long I have lived,
At war inside my own mind.
And that I was tired of living,
In a world that was so unkind.

I would address my family,
And tell them to be mad.
I would want them to yell,
And I would let them be sad.

I know it wouldn't be fair,
To leave them as they are.
Recovering from another death,
May bend them too far.

But after my mother's death,
I just haven't been the same.
I want them to stay strong,
And to not place any blame.

I would tell my friends,
Please don't blame one another.
Go on and live your lives,
Like today was any other.

Please do not mourn, 
for I am now free,
Of every demon I ever let,
Root up and stay inside of me.

I was scared and I was weak.
I was running from my fears.
I should have known better,
But I couldn't see quite clear.

My mind was foggy,
And not entirely my own.
Without seeking any help,
This outcome I should've known.

Know that I'm in a better place.
I'm looking over each of you.
I wish you all the best of luck,
In everything you ever do.

The time has come to say goodbye.
I bid you all farewell.
I am now living in peace,
And not my own personal hell.
Form: Rhyme

Departure

For the one last time we hugged
Whilst tears rolled down our cheeks,
Our heart longs no departure 
Neither choices leave us free.

We were to depart, no spells could hault
For time alone hath come for us.
We walk meters apart only to turn back
For the final embrace, I could feel; hearts sobbing as we embrace firmly.

Our tears could perform no blessings
Neither do our hearts, we let time alone perform all its duties we cannot offend.
We wave our hands bye,heart sings no farewell.

I walk down the road, so does the tears walk down my cheeks I cannot hold,
I turn back, caught her walking up
The road to her winsome hemlet.

On the lofty road side she stood, 
I could see her waving her hands at me,
For one last moment, I got to see her
Then the distance made us blind,
I hope that was not the forever farewell.

The faster we walk, wider the distance grew,
Our smiles bring less charms
And our laughters remained unheard,
Then comes the inner distance with the lapse of time.

Our promises wanted no more shelters in our heart,
It began to walk out and gradually fades away,
Our voices became unheard of which the song of our relationship remain unknown.

Like in a dreams we dwelled 
Not so certain about our promises 
And so was our commitments insecure,
She was true because fate matters
And it isn't our own makings.


Yedar © All copyright reserved.


Life of a Writer (My Secret Sin)

Tear by tear, year to year
Day by day
Memories they all fade away
Tear by tear
Voices in my ears 
Words may lay
Promises are all there’s left to say
I may wade through volcanic vaults 
My peers never picture me painted at a hault 
Jaded memories are tainted, lost and caught
A chance given to blow it 
A new set of balls, just living to grow it 
I’ll never faulter or kneel down to cry at the alter
Through adversity
It seems my surroundings curse at me
And even if I feel an emotional down
I couldn’t bare it in front of you
So much commotion 
Just to share something as blunt as the truth
The withered bed our readers have made for us
Through every line, Scritch, scratch, or mixed up batch
They forever adore us
As if their thank you letters or 
“Congratulations you put together a good poem,”
Could bore us 
What’s worse than being beaten by tabloids? 
Extension cords
Checks with giant letters that say “VOID”
Of course baring the voice of being a lord
For never having more than we could afford
Beef and battles 
Is better than fagots on relief and saddles
The ocean is open and blue 
But nature won’t let you paddle 
And perhaps, we’ll die 
And for us our peers will forget to say goodbye
Never to be remembered 
When we reach those golden gates 
Just pray that we are a member

Needle

The needle scratches against the record
Almost like a tormented screech
The parents whisper that I have nothing left to learn
So, I guess I'll begin to teach
Although this isn't the life I wanted
It is the only one I could reach

The needle scratches the skin
Which makes a popping noise
The friends scream for me to listen
So, I guess I have no choice
I perk up my ears waiting for their voice
to pretend like I care and maybe rejoice

The pine needle falls from the tree
Without a single sound
I run with my dangerous ways
hearing my feet pound
I know what they all want to hear - that I'm happy-
I guess that's why they're always around

The record may screech
It never stops to a direct hault
As the skins gives way
the needle rests in the vein's  vault
Your friend's fingers try to stop it
But their touch might as well be salt

I am a simple pine needle fallen from it's tree
It's soothing to know that I am content
but these uncomforting thoughts won't let me be
I am not upset and I am not angry
I am not hurt and I am not unhappy
I just would like a few people 
to able to see what I see
© Hell Kat  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

God Was Crying Too

One night not too long ago before I went to bed
I got down on my knees to pray and then I bowed my head
I said "Lord I just don't understand some things that have been done
I thought when You died for us the victory had been won
It seems each time I turn around there's tragedy again
Some people say You are mad because of all our sins
On that bright September day when the world came to a hault
Everybody started praying instead of finding fault
Was this event planned by You to bring us to our knees
Was this You way of saying 'Wake up and trust in Me'"
I listened very quietly and then I heard Him say
"I understand the way you feel but on that dreadful day
When all the world was crying I was crying too
I can't make somebody do something they don't want to do
Each person I breathe life into I give them all free will
Sadly there are those who think their purpose is to kill
Whenever you start feeling you're about to loose control
Remember I your Father am the guardian of your soul
I have a place prepared for you; before too long you'll see
I can't wait until the day you come and live with Me!"
Form:

No More

I wish you could see
The weight you put on me 
I cry myself to sleep each night
I cringe, I shake, I close my eyes so tight 
Slowly my heart breaks, there's no way to stop
I feel like you see me as a broken down prop
I no longer know what to do to stay sane 
No matter what I do, bad thoughts still remain
Tears are streaming down my cheeks
They leave nothing but shameful streaks
People tell me to turn my back on what I feel
But I don't know what to believe, I don't know what's real
Pills, needles, cuts, and scrapes
Numbing the pain comes in many shapes
Why do I attract people that don't really care
Maybe I need a sign to tell people to beware
Am I so blind I cannot see
How your actions are slowly killing me
I hate myself for falling for people like you 
You have no idea what you put me through 
You will no longer be the one I call, the one I will trust
My faith in you has been forever crushed 
No more will you make me feel at fault
I'm bringing this relationship to a hault 
So goodbye and to you I bid farewell 
No longer will you put me through this hell
Form: Couplet

Winters Grasp

The armor slides as I undo the clasp
Cold and pained from Winters Grasp.
Dragons yell and fly above,
Falling dead from the strike of love.
A sword in hand and mage in the other,
He casts a spell and releases another.
The pain of miss fire and the sorrow of death,
I can feel the sadness and apologise on his breath.
Anders, sweet and pure,
Sometimes there is no hope for a cure.
Cast your spells, cast away
Cast until I see the end of day.
Mistakes take place all around,
Sometimes the fault should not be found.
Would you be human to not have disaster?
You own your magic, but not always as master.
You have tried your hardest,
Even with this, you heart is the largest.
Let me go, into deaths reach
But kiss my lips soft, like those of a peach.
Let me go, but to not forget
That flame in your heart for me, will always be lit.
I exhale a final breath,
As I slowly slip away to death.
Hold not to blame, twas not your fault,
But now the beatings of my heart will hault.
Maker take me, into the light above,
But always know, I remember your love.
Form: Elegy

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