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your lying sorry guts,
just drives me nuts.
believe you live like this,
your loved ones with your dishonestness!
a liar, cheater & a criminal,
an awful person and terrible irresponsible.
my life, made it feel like hell,
I could only cast a spell,
you feel the pain I have,
to hurt your own bad self.
my legs and hurt my soul,
& faith did catch my fall.
I am standing up again today,
you are a rapist
No matter what you say!
Hobley / 13 Oct 04
surround each night
As soon as
I turn off the light
grief crawl over me
And I ask
he take responsibility?
pictures suddenly appear
spitting out all my fears
And as they
float through the bitter dark
I ask to
stop the pain soaked heart
hurting- just stop to beat
I feel so
and sickness take control
I roll over,
trying to soothe my damaged soul
I need to
breathe, need an escape
I pray for
one beautiful dream
is getting late
But no matter
how I try to lay
I just cannot
forget the terrible day
/ 13 Oct 04
I will never let you have the pleasure
Of knowing that you hurt me.
I turn my head so you cannot see
The tears I cry because of you.
I want it to go away
I wish it would just end.
I want it to be over
So I don't have to pretend.
I will never forget you
Even though I don't want to remember.
All the pain I went through
I know I'll feel forever.
I hope that everyday when you wake
You think of me.
Of the girl that you emotionally and
And broke all of her dreams.
written by N. Williams
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The Pear Tree
Little girl, sleeping underneath the pear tree
In the shade, the lake winds lift your hair.
motionless in the long grass of
Summertime, the sweet birds sing for you.
Timid girl, waking softly as the evening
goes down, and for you paints the sky.
It’s dark now, girl.
With moonlight comes the frost,
your bed now of dead leaves.
cold now, girl.
A lake of ice to swim,
The night-bird sings your song.
You’re here now girl.
the pear tree.
Underneath the pear tree.
Goodnight tattered, moth-eaten Mr. Grizzly,
Scruffy, balding, but loyal with dull black eyes;
threadbare soldier of safety,
Abandoned again; she won't be home tonight.
Left to guard the shadows cast in emptiness,
stands, bedraggled reminder of times past,
And waits for innocence to find some way back.
Goodnight old fuzzy yellow-patchwork blanket
Large enough for warmth, small enough to carry.
found a new world in rich red satin.
Now warm another orphan, Feather, her cat.
The "cuddly-fluffy" feeling fading so
Fight to keep the stitches that made her happy;
Perhaps someday, a wish granted, she'll return.
The water was ice and she missed her blanket
The darkness was thick and her teddy was gone
was cold gray when her body was found
Good morning blackness, today is her birthday
Good afternoon stillness, please
read the inscription
Goodnight silence: "Here lies daughter. We loved her."
The vultures wait in the forbidden
Watching the shadow of El Diablo
His footprints in the sand disappear. She
Cursed by destitution returns by
Prayer whispered in anxious sleep. She too sings
“Thank you God for this step I am alive.”
dies in the desert, Juarez brings
The demons hunting. She asks Him to drive
Away her fear so she can face the night
Watched through midnight shades of ashes
She steals along the path holding hope in
Clenched fists and quick breath.
The vultures take flight -
Fill silence with beating wings. He dashes
Forth and with her tears he commits his sin.
Enter the bent blossoms of summertime,
A nimble ballerina on their stalks,
bow to swirling winds and flying locks,
A race to find courage in lemon thyme.
A crystalline waltz whirls through the
The sylphs’ flowing gowns ease tepidity,
Resting in the grass content to see
The azure backdrop of
the cloud’s still show.
Exeunt breeze to welcome blustering gusts
Who dance with willows and laughter on wings
soaring sparrows and dandelion fluff.
The extras: bumblebees spread pollen dust
On flowers and petticoats and they sing
the fall; the earthen ground is rough.
And thus act two: dried leaves and hills of ants,
A soiled dress, clutching hands of
Ragged breath and flowing maple strength sapped
The beasts bear witness and the dark bird chants.
muddy malice masked by underbrush
The gnomes march; percussionists, toppling trees,
howl through crumbling empires.
The raptor sees
From battlements high above sorrow’s rush.
The thicket with long arms holds their captive
and tears mix with dust; murky water
Brings life to shoots of hops. Encircling vines
Stifle silent screams and the soul
To moss and roots. Now Hespera’s daughter,
The last before the frost of nature’s signs.
Where fires freeze, ice burns the snow white curtain
And ignites the third with slithering
Flickering tongues and coal black eyes that choke
Hope from fennel and give birth to certain
Doom. Over the
shimmering wasteland crawl
The salamanders, twisted with rage and
Blind confusion under Nemesis’ hand,
seek redemption through flames and snowfall
And with crackling shadows, the air is thick.
As charred dreams scatter
the blistered glacier
The serpents writhe beneath glowing embers;
They strike with fury and their poison quick
cold smolders through perverted nature.
Numbness invades to chase the torched members.
Past the Phlegethon lies the fourth where rain
Soaked illusions wash through newborn
To meet the Cocyus.. Clarity hardens
With the tide and upon the Styx all pain
Is gone; at the fork the Lethe
And The Acheron ignored. Listless pools
Of emptiness reflect the waiting ghouls
As they ebb from dying rue.
Chaos melts and nymphs lead the way to dark
Waters; the sun fades into the ocean.
It is dusk and the
arrival of spring
Marks the end and beneath the flood an ark,
Awaiting the players, grinds to motion.
actors, the vessel will bring.
Poetry shared by Christine Schlumbrecht
Being a Child
Being a Child is not what it seems!
A world full of hopes,
A heart full of dreams.
The ice cream parlor, Where every one goes.
The little Secrets that no one knows!
Going to sleep a heart
full of fear!
Wiping away the last little tear!
It’s searching for love,
And no one’s around.
And searching for help that can’t be
It’s going to sleep and wanting to die!
How much more can I cry?
It’s closing you’re eyes and wishing him gone.
It’s minding your heart where it’s
It’s taking a bath to wash it way
Only to find it’s here to stay!
It’s wanting your mother to protect you at night.
It’s wanting her arms to hold to tight!
and cokes and basketball cheers,
Spending the night a heart full of fears!
Laughing playing and having fun,
Where never a part of being young!
A world of lost hopes and shattered
This child’s life is not what it seems!
Today is my Birthday.
No ice cream or cake!
The smile I wear is forced and fake!
Don’t want a birthday this year.
Eight years old
On this sad day.
Full of fear.
Outside in the yard sounds of laughter and play.
Why is everyone so happy on this hated day?
the house, all alone
I only came in to answer the phone!
Too late to hide!
Daddy stumbles and finds his way inside.
He throws me to the floor
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG GIRL”
I have got something I want you to see.
dear god please let me get free!
Closing my eyes this I pray
Daddy please don’t hurt me this way!
With his hand over my mouth,
Daddy why are you touching me this way?
Didn’t anyone tell you it’s my
Please be aware that the language is NOT fitting
Hatred surrounds me wherever I go
all my hope is lost from your little
Hatred for all things mostly for trust
the evil keeps lurking and hides where it must
Each shread of dignity
falls piece by piece
chemical substances are my release
It seems rape is accepted, the victim is wrong
change your mind just takes to damn long
I just try not to think about whats going on
We use violence to fight for a
a victim, a survivor, a liar, a whore
I am sick of these words I have heard all before
those who care for my life more than me
they do what they can to get me to be free
To fight violence with violence just
doesn't seem right
though I may be wrong I think this late at night
I am hopelessly trying to make sense of my thoughts
is nothing to do but you keep doing lots
I just go with the flow and hope for the day
when my memories are erased of
when he had his way
You've all had your say and you've said it out loud
I'm a whore
I'm a slut
I deserved what
I wanted it more than anything else
I could have fought back
I'm stronger than him,
that rapist named Matt
Well fuck all of you
you've made yourselves clear
I've heard your opinions and I don't share
Go fuck yourselves I know that you can
you've done it before and you'll do it again
I sit here and hate
all life around me
I'm hurting enough so just let me be
If I had my way I'd kill each one of you
when I was done
I would kill myself too
Fuck you I wish you had never been born
my heart still beats even though it's been torn
things be easir if I were dead?
It could be arranged
I'll do it myself to erase all the pain
But first I have just
one thing to say
two words to make all the pain go away
Fuck you and fuck you I hope that you die
Fuck you, you know
and I know that you lie
And fuck you, I hope that your happy now
Fuck you, you bastard, just go right to hell
by Sarah Gardner
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You're hurting too?
by Cassandra Holland
You look at me,
I close my eyes,
Releasing my hidden
Light sealed in our hearts,
Waiting to be free,
I tried to love you,
But I couldn't
You held me that night,
I screamed inside,
Anger building up,
I never meant for you,
To feel the pain you did,
Tonight we weep,
Unable to reach each other,
me my heart,
I left you alone and scared,
But you scare me,
The love I should feel,
Turns to sorrow,
through a lot,
But I never hated you,
And I knew you still loved me,
Just forage happiness with me,
We can make
it past this ache,
Hold onto me,
And I'll Hold onto you.
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