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Rufus sat and thought. He still had no idea if it really was Amy in the dream, or if he was just wishing it. “I really miss you, Amy,” he sobbed to the room.It was as if he was expecting to get some sort of reply, but nothing came. Sitting with his tea, he wept, thinking of Amy. “Remember the first time we met?” He smiled, “I just about shat myself. Mind you, you were pretty spooked too. I think that’s what brought us tog...

Tears of a Princess

Have you ever seen the tears of a Princess?

Have you ever seen the tears of a Princess? They are pink They are happy, they are sad They are remorseful, they are hurtful, She feels the pain Some she caused, some she nurtured Some is for those that are so dear Some is hers They stain her face for all to see; To wonder why tears are falling. She tells those that can’t be hurt; Those that really can’t help. She will do it on her own She has learned to be strong The abu...

Sentence Passed

Struggles faced by a tortured soul.

Difficult to see the brighter side of life.Hidden away in dimness, feeling strife. Inadequacies, linger in the shadows. Darkness, spearing wits like arrows. Memories of a childhood stolen early.Growing beyond years too fast surely. Guilty thoughts, a child has no choice.Heart, mind debating, without rejoice. Instead of pilfering ones childhood. Life taken completely, they should. Better option than a life sentence passed....

Crying

a victim of corporal punishment, a small story of a child who suffered at hands of its parents.

Don’t you see tiny raised hands in supplication? Don’t you hear my heart rending sobs? Don’t you see my shivering body? Marked with your cruel discipline? Don’t you feel my broken heart? How many times have I suffered brutal slaps? How many times you have marked my fragile skin? Broken bloodied inside out you have, Disciplined me with your anger. Did you hear my screech at yet another mark on my body? Did you ever feel my...

The rivers flow from sunken eyes,No one hears these silent cries,Except the room,But I assume,Even the air,Doesn't give a care.Into my pillow I weep,Can't fall asleep,Until the warm tears,Through the pillow sear,Burning as my eyes,Shed silent cries.Convulsive sobs,Gather in mobs,Flowing upon the sheets,Hysteria is my defeat,No turning back,My eyes close it's black.Then I sleep,Curled up in a heap,My lashes soaked,By thoug...