A pred o vile name of dustin wallace some scum that degraded to slime, is in snake river correctional doing two terms for the crime.' He violated to the death i beleive
A girl of only five years or six.? Sahara was
To be his victim, the thought makes me feel so sick.' Judge Garrison gave him the gift, of two life terms inside.' But it could not restore Sahara, to her father..And today
Still bitter tears he cries.' Because the state
Has changed its stance on crimes done by
Felons under eighteen years at time of deed.' And Tyler Saharas devoted dad is down upon his knees.' They have reccomended the slime that is within its prison cell to be released back to the town
Where Tyler Dwight still dwells.' I beleive there is a facebook page where you can leave your thoughts.? And even a petition
If you might care aught.' To help this broken hearted man, maybe thats the thing
To do, i trust this poems staying up or i"m
Getting legal i promise all of you.!!!!
She had no more tears
Crushed ~ fate tore her heart to pieces
They'd taken everything she had
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participated
when we were violated
annihilated
Creepy crawling slimy wiggly thing
Feels eerily strange against my pajama leg
I wake up suddenly
Thinking cobra
or sleazy wet rat
violated by my own imagination
Snatching my explorer hat
out of the clutches of the crocodile
in the swampy forest floor
(Feelings)
Some one told me once
The reason the malpractitioners are doing this because they trying turn my life in to a nightmare.
But of course things works both ways
The nightmare they try to turn my life to be
Nature is giving them twice as much
Can't go around creating problems
To people who does even bother with you.
You try to assume you can predict the future
But yet your doings are a malpractice creating by you and nothing more.
You have a life and family as much as I do.how would you feel when you about to go through the same thing to.
You are not the world, not a god but flesh just like any other
That makes me really wonder who really raised you.
You try to add on top of what I already been through.
But you forgetting what you doing the world gonna destroy you for this is just the beginning and I'm watching.
Violated
My right to sleep
The mosquitos
PENTRATED
STOLEN and TAKEN
Authority was taken over me,
Over my body wrongfully.
PAIN
REGRET
SORROW
Trust was gone
Deep pain settled in
Regret was all that remain
I was stripped of dignity, I was a lost soul.
BOUND and GAG
Where do you go when you feel alone?
Back at the cross, back to the foot of the
CROSS
Paris Violated
By Franklin Price
11/15/2015
Paris violated
On November three and ten
The week-end had just started
Then the violence did begin
There was bombing there was shooting
Many breathing their last breath
Until the cowardly terrorists
Bombed themselves to death
No respect for anyone
No good reason for the gore
Just idiotic radicals
Who are evil to the core
They say it is religion
It's what God says they should do
A twisted way of thinking
In history nothing new
Radicals in the name of God
Have killed throughout all time
They believe their God's the only one
Other beliefs are but a crime
It's time to take real action
Make the radicals rue the day
That they murdered those in Paris
Show they cannot have their way
Take the battle to them
No quarter there to give
Get rid of all that we can find
They have no right to live
People of the World have rights
To believe in many ways
When their beliefs kill others
We need to work to end their days
With the stench of rhum and a play of control, he growls
amid the dark of the darkest evening;
then reaches for his woman.. and in a dash
pushes her growing belly, unrestrained.
She with a child inside a twitched fetus
drowns in haze of murky kitchen light:
her rosy flesh scarred; wrists deformed again, again
praying to Mama Mary, “ Oh grant me relief,”
while his vile laughter spits, as if nothing happened.
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HELP! HELP!
She is sinking,
Sinking into the abyss of despair.
Her brain is striken And her mind is stifled.
She has been enervated.
Her integrity is being manipulated,
Irrationality acts as spring board to moral decadence,
Opacity then entangles her efficiency
While her eminence sleeps.
She became vulnerable.
Poor thing, she is raped, maimed and looted.
Has she not been violated?
Does her plight warrants a revolution?
However, she demonstrated.
She shrilled,
"No!", "No!"
She pleaded with her predators.
All these were to no avail
Her future seems gloomy
As the predators succeeded in orchestrating yet another tragedy.
Engulfed in this evident realm of adversity.
She sits and ponders
With tears flooding her miserable cheeks.
She then cried,
HELP! HELP!
I am sinking,
Sinking into the abyss of despair.
I call upon my Reaper
Only he can save me now.
Watch me fall deeper,
Watch me fall down.
Feeling broken,
Barely breathing
Words re-main unspoken
My body seizing.
Artificial light blinds me,
Criples me.
The sound of the Banshee.
The forgotton bourgeoisie.
My impending sorrow,
My fortitude annihilated.
Is there tomorrow?
Time is violated.
He robbed me of my soul,
without a second thought of the damage he has caused.
So many doubts, fears, screams in the night,
such violence without hesitation, not even a pause.
He ripped my life away,
replaced with fear, sadness, anger and pain.
I want him to realize what he has stolen from me, my body, my mind,
I feel crazy, more like insane.
I didn't want this,
Where the he** was my choice?
I was not given one, he took it,
Did he hear? Was he listening to my voice?
How do I cope?
There's a void, such emptiness inside.
He left me with nothing to build on, to start with,
but all of these tears I have cried.
Violated in the most personal way,
there is one thing he will never take.
In my, this strength I have will never die,
and that he could never break.
I'm grabbing control and taking back my life,
he thought he had me, he was wrong.
I am going to move on, put all of this behind me,
grow and be strong.
The pain is nearly
unbearable. You are
filled with a deep sense of
violation and despair.
Yet you can do nothing
to save yourself,
just as no one else will do
anything to protect you.
Someone found my writings and read them all.
I sat and I cried.
I felt sick and dead inside.
You violated me in unbelievable ways.
I felt I have been raped, taking my body, mind and soul.
I share the writings I wish to share, but you !!!
How dare you!
Those are mine and not for you to touch.
Those are personal thoughts, feelings, fears, triumphs and tears.
How unimaginably undeniably incredibly deceitful and malicious could you be?
Then I stop and think , Yes that is you.
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