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Brittany is a little girl,
who's starving for attention.
So many things are wrong,
and only few she can mention.
She would go to school,
just trying to et out.
but it never failed cuz every night,
her parents would scream and shout.
her dad barried alot of hatred,
he always had a closed fist.
i guess that's how expressed love.
to his oldest kid.
the house was full of chaos,
arguments,and fights
i have know idea,
how she made it through a night.
her dad was always drunk,
and mother wouldn't listen.
a few years go by.
and there is still no attention.
Brittany is a teen now,
who's getting out of control
if only she was disaplined
then maybe she would know
she really didn't want
to turn down this path
she never had direction though
from the hauntings of her past.
all she ever wanted,
was to be a normal kid
but instead she kept the hurt,
all bottled in.
what really lies beneath,
i guess she'll only know.
but as she got older,
the more she lost control.
her mothers popping pills,
every single day.
Brittany is just asking,
why does it have to be this way.
Does mom love her any,
does she remember that she's there.
why wont she look her in the eye's,
and just tell her that she cares.
So Brittany only assumes,
it'll be this way till the end
so she starts taking pills,
just trying to fit in.
not very many just a few,
here and there
but now her mom noticed her,
and she acted like she cared.
but did she really care,
or just wanting Brittany's drug.
cuz to my recolection,
there wasn't ever a hug.
now another thing was bothering her,
and it drove her half insane.
so she started taking handfuls
just trying to ease the pain.
she spent her whole life trying,
to gain her mothers love
well it gradually got worse
cuz she started shooting up.
but that's what she did,
cuz she thought it'd be best.
then a year later
it lead to her arrest.
Brittanys etting better now,
with a baby on the way.
she still fights addiction though,
every single day.
often she felt empty,
and even all alone
but how can she feel that now,
with her precious son at home.
That little boys an angel,
he has saved her life
Brittany is happy now,
and you can see it in her eye's.
she has made alot of mistakes,
but now she right on track,
this is her step of moving forward,
and never turning back.
Form:
There you are being conceived in your mother's womb.
Before you know it you will be born in this world
real soon.
As you develop; you start to move around. You take in
your first food as your mom gobbles it down.
Your ears start to develop; behold now you can hear!
You start to move around as the sounds you hear are
weird.
You look around to only darkness. So you yawn and fall
asleep. Look at those precious toes that are taking
shape on your little feet!
You hear your mother talking and you react to her voice.
You start to kick. You start to coo. It seems to make
you rejoice.
I can hear the sound of your heart beat, and at hearing
it I fall in love. I take a moment to see what is now
going on in heaven above.
Yah smiles down upon you as a precious baby is starting
to take shape. Everything seems good so far, but hold up
baby...wait!
A pain hits you hard. You're wondering what's the
commotion. You don't even know it, but your mom
is now having an abortion.
You don't deserve this. You're a precious baby. To be
born is the Father's will. But you don't even know it,
because now you are being killed.
The pain is killing you...unbearable pain, but what can
you do. It hurts too much to say this is what your mom
thinks of you.
Some think they know better, but your life began at
conception. Why do some think otherwise? Is it because
they fell victim to the devil's deception?
Look at you torn to pieces. I'm crying at the sight
of you. But it's a relief to your mother, she sees a
different point of view.
Another child dead. Another life gone. I can't control
my emotion. A precious gift from above is now the victim
of another abortion.
Form:
As she lay there in the hospital bed,
All cold and holding onto her life-
She prayed to GOD and asked him,
"Please LORD, keep me alive."
SHE said, "I have a mom who needs me,
To help her around the house.
And a daddy who loves to play with me,
And drive me all around the town.
I have friends at school to play with,
And boys to talk about.
Please dear LORD, don't take me yet,
I have so much life here to learn about."
But, it was her time to go,
And she knew that GOD was right.
She could no longer put up with all the pain,
She knew she could no longer fight.
As the doctor told her mom and dad,
"It is time to say your last good-byes",
They stood there beside their babies bed,
With tears pouring out there eyes.
She held her mother's hand and said,
"It's ok mama, I'll be alright".
She said, "the angels are here to take me now,
To walk along GOD'S side".
Her daddy kissed her forehead
And said that he loved her so.
He said, "I will be okay my little girl,
It's time now for you to go".
But before she reached over
To take her angels hand,
Her parents asked her a question-
To this day they will never understand.
They said to her, "baby, we are so very sorry
We could not take away your pain.
We are sorry you had all this to go through,
Sorry you could not last another day.
If we could not help you keep your life,
Than how can we help you to say good-bye?"
She looked at them, and with a smile she said,
"DON'T SAY IT", and closed her eyes.
8/7/00
Form:
"Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . "
Voices
I'm so sorry mom and dad, it had to end this way
The pain was more then I could stand, the voices every day
Dad, I give you one last hug, to mom I throw a kiss
To not say that I love you, I would be remiss
It started with a single voice, calling me a nerd
Every day I saw him, his insults would be heard
At first I just ignored him, I'd turn and walk away
But too soon others joined him, much to my dismay
Dad you told me that I should stand up for my rights
But the voices are too many, I couldn't win those fights
So I drew into myself, avoiding so called friends
Dying a little more inside, retreating til each day ends
The principle was told about what I was going through
He politely listened, said there's not much he could do
However he'd look into it, monitor my peers
However nothing ever changed, it just fell on deaf ears
The voices just got louder never leaving me alone
I listened to them in the halls, I read them on my phone
There was no place for me to go except of course my room
But I can't spend my life in here, it has become my tomb
So today I have decided that I'm unable to remain
In a place I am not wanted, in a shell that's filled with pain
Mom and dad, don't weep for me, my nightmares going to end
I'm gonna go to sleep now, with these pills, my only friend
Dedicated to Jamie Rodemeyer who, at age 14, took his life to escape the bullying
Bob Quigley
28 Jul 2011
It’s been 5 years since I’ve seen my daddy and he’s going to be here
Here at my 9th birthday party with all my friends and family
I can barely contain the excitement but a little nervous too
So many people waiting for me at the skating rink
All there to celebrate my birthday, everyone there for ME
As I see my daddy I take off running into his arms
And I’m crying and so is he as we embrace each other
We’re both so happy with smiles across our faces
Looking around I see all my friends, their moms and dads
I see my family and for once my mom AND my dad are here too
All waiting for me to blow out my candles and make a wish
But this was my wish to have everyone I love here for me
But then my dad asked to take me to pick out my presents
My mom said no and they both started to yell in front of everyone
Everyone watching and staring at them argue
As I sat in a corner crying because all my dad wanted
Was to take his little girl to get what her heart desired
Mommy whisked me away and daddy never got the chance to say goodbye
Mommy fought to get me in the car as I stared out the back window crying
Wishing I had made that wish when I blew out my candles
I watch from the side line as you walk for the very first time. Tears strolling down my face,
wishing that I could be there watching you. I long to hold you in my arms and never let you
go. It's hard knowing that someone else is raising you, when I am your birth mother. As I
see your sweet little face with a smile so wide that I want to just pick you up and hold you
close. I hear the word moma come out of your mouth and I ache inside. I know that I gave
you up so that you could have a better life, but it still hurts to wake up and know that you are
gone. I love you baby girls and I know that one day mom will be able to see the both of you.
I watch from the side lines as the two of you grow up to be the princesses that you are. I
long to be the one waking up with you in the middle of the night when you're sick or have
had a bad dream. I know it just can't be though. Mom is only 18 and she needs to get her life
together. So I watch from the side line hoping and praying that one day you will understand.
Understand why I gave the two of you up to have a better life then I could have gave you. I
love you Aaliyah and Kierra.
Silent halls
a clock ticks endlessly on the wall
the smell of nothing in the air
nurses far away; they don't care
I'm going crazy. It's too quiet.
I'm in bed. Sterilized needles near it.
I'm scared of needles. Take them away!
Footsteps. My mom comes in. She whispers to me.
I look at her. Something's not right.
It's dark outside. Dusk has passed; it's night.
The calender reads December.
It was morning in August last I remember.
What's going on? Mom picks up a needle. I tense.
She grabs my arm. I want to run, the fear is intense.
I do. I run as fast as I can.
Away away away. I crash into a man.
He looks funny. He's all blurry.
My mom calls my name. I try to run.
The man grabs my wrist and I try to peer
at his face. He's still blurry. I see a leer
on his face. It frightens me. I thrash around
trying to break free of his hold. My mom is there. She found me!
My eyes widen as I see the mans face clearly.
My eyes open as wide as they can, nearly
swallowing my face. White. White. I'm in my room.
My breath comes out in gasps. I look at the clock. It's noon.
It was just a dream.
Just a dream.
Just a dream.
Form:
Dad and Mom are gone
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Dad and Mom are gone
Because they had
earned their wings
to go to Heaven
And after all this time
Many years have
come and gone
And I am still trying
To deal with everything
Because they were the
greatest human beings
That I had ever known
And I have never
felt so loved
By anyone
Like I was
loved by them
Because their love
was
the unconditional kind
And that’s why
I loved them
So much in return
I just wish that I could
have spent
more time with them
Because I really have
missed both of them
since they have been gone