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One Last Day

The second I see the final day,
the moment I breath my beats away
my heart growing slower 
by each second I stay
with each less breath 
I have one thing to say,

this is't suicide
this isn't shame
this is one way
to remember my name
my story and how I became
your unloved child
on Earths deadly terrain

I would look 
into your lying eyes
and beg to see the man
that I despise
I would ask of you
the honest truth
on how and why
you killed your
daughters youth
hopes and dreams
for nothing I've seen
is what it seems

Father if I just lived one more day
I would make your life Hell,
I would make you pay
for I am a child 
whos voice was stolen
and didn't have a choice

I'm not the happy poet
everyone wants me to be
I just wish for you to know
the things in which I see

I would tell the world 
with my final breath
To stop this deadly game
for I am a child of envy
and my father delivered the pain
with my last beat
I brought an end to his game

here lies me,
a child driven
insane

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Abuse

I'm bound by a secret 
and it's so hard not to tell
I'm bound by my regrets
The things I've done
or things I never will,
   It's like a constant push and pull
how pain made me a fool
how time elapsed
my heart clasped
and you destroyed everything
everything I stood for
and everything I had,
everything I fought for
and then made me look bad
    I tried to play the victim
but I was far to strong
you tried to plead innocent
because you said your never wrong,
they let you walk, a thousand miles
and stomp up to my door
but with two bullets and my gun
we wont fight anymore.

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Our First Valentines

I opened up my box of chocolates,
I could tell you that dropped them
you handed me my flowers
that got crushed by your hands
and my ear rings didn't fit just right
your work called you into tonight 
   but that's okay, I wouldn't want it
any other way, to tell you the truth
I like to watch you stumble, 
but I don't want you to fall
  You forgot to wear the watch that I
just bought you, and when you woke up
all you did was want to fight too.
But that's okay I wouldn't want it any other way.
    I like to watch you stumble in your over sized shoes
knowing that you try so hard to impress me with everything you do.
but you don't have to, all I want, all I need is you.


        So I tossed out the chocolates
and threw the flowers on the bed, I put in my ear rings and this is what I said.
"I like to watch you stumble, but never see you fall, I like to watch you wake up
and yell than not see you at all, I wouldn't have it any other way. Happy Valentines Day."

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According To My Parents,

my name is..

Whore,  slut, skank, worthless, never should of been born,
get out, go die, why does anyone bother with you, get out of my way,
stupid, moron, retard, dumb ass 

I never knew one person could have to many names,

accodind to my parents, my birthday is...

A waste of time, shouldn't have happpened, a big mistake, your alive?, 
your not getting anything from me, was the day you should have died

I am glad  to know they know of my birthday,

according to my parents, I am....

only good to please men, should be prostiute

yes tell that to your sixteen year old daughter,

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A Cowboy Is

A sweet reality, The cowboy image
A laborer wore what he could get
ready- to - wear,
would make city men quit
hand me downs
and second hand clothes
discarded garments
by men who stuck up their nose,

in a ranch or range
they'd stay the same
so Still, so proud, 
this typical cowboy
could easily fit in with a crowd
but their sense of self dignity
kept them off the ground
where as city men
always fell down,

filled to the brim
in honesty
a cowboy 
suits were for the rich
and poor hearted
the origins of the cowboy
was never truly started,

for in my mind 
this wonderful man
so moral and true
has to be a dream
This cavalry issued
every silent night
where he fights to stay awake
while city men turn out the lights

The cowboy needed to know how to ride,
rope, saddle, and bronc'
then they had to use their bare hands
like a real man to build shelter
for the animals in which they keep
then as the sun rises 
the cowboy catches sleep

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The Unexpected

Living is another way the devil keeps ahold of me
on every line of this page, I sink deeper into 
vast open spaces
Empty, lies my minds blankness
 
In every word I express
sounds another voice, depressed

Help me in my slumber
eating away my breathe
let mercy have me
let this bring me closer to death.

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Hopeless

she said it never happened
it's all in your head
well tell me mommy 
why do I want him dead?
because for years 
he has used me,abused me and I 
have shown no signs of wanting to die
but I'm done pretending 
begging for a so called happy ending
for him to die in a burnt out rage
as my own father he sent me in a daze
my minds racing an I stay stuck in a maze
he's the happy father that was never called crazed
it's more then the past
it's my everyday life
do you know he touches me mommy
when you sleep at night
well you said just to lock the door
but he picks it
put something infront of it
and he kicks it
So tell me it never happened
as he fails the test
what side of daddy did you like best?
the sweet heart that rapped me
the cunning mind that hates me
the hands that take me
or the smile that violates me
because mommy you said for years 
anyone would be lucky to have a man like him
so every man would be luckly to have thoughts so dim?
I'll tell you mommy 
he's just a fake
he is one of the most fatal and flawed mistakes

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Here Lies Judgement Day

H-e whispers in the dead of night
e-very word was woven tight
r-ight into a web of lies
e-very act to hide the despise

L-ustful thinking
i-n a deadly man
e-ats away at a familys plan
s-weet salvation died away

J-ustice never had a chance
u-nderneath his painful trance
d-eep into the empty mind
g-rounded into a broken line
e-at away at my trusting heart
m-end me back to just restart
e-veryday it one more stitch
n-o morphine could 
t-ake away this twitch

D-riven out of my own home
a-nother new house and another day alone
y-et where does his judgement lie, by his side.

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He Lies

I cling to my ignorance
and stay close to my ways
for what I write will never change
my heart is unable to set me free
to become the child I wish to be
my innocents was stolen
and I never had a choice
but now I am ready,
so this is my voice

Picture this,
early morning wake up
to see your father by your side
seven years old 
your fears come to life
you see an image
of a monster in your sleep

two years later 
and not much wiser
your now seeing 
a monster with a lighter
his voice is known
but still not placed

twelve years old
and you finally 
place that face
you father
lights up another cigarette
and burns it to your skin
your eyes start to shut
from the drugs
he's fed you again

thirteen years of age
and your acting strange
you know the things
that only brings shame
how do you tell them
what he did
he was your father
you were only a kid
you'd be outcasted
and he doesn't do it 
that often anymore
only every other night
because it makes you sore

fourteen and you finally say
no longer will he have his way
for here comes the judgement day
and I have won
my life no longer
will come undone

I finally let the secret slip
and to the hell I'm in now
I drink another sip
of toxic to my life of lies
the drugs I take 
are better each time
but they still aren't enough 
to keep you out of my head

you come back each time
with more and more thread
to stitch  the web you weave so well
but I still watch as you burn in Hell,

you be the judge of my childhood strife
would you be honest and say
you'd keep your life
I am sixteen now
and can't stand the crowds
I watch my back and
write poems like these
my dad was a killer of dreams
and a lustful theif

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You and I Forever

Your voice holds tightly to my heart
Onto the void you filled from the start 
Until wounds stop my lungs from breathing 

Always will our hearts be beating 
Never to see the two souls less than one
Down past the memories that can not be undone

Intertwined within hope and love

Free to be more than what was expected
Other memories were detected 
Rest your weary eyes and see
Everything that we are to be
Vast pictures come to mind
Enter the silence that leave none blind 
Re-enter the life within the hands of time,