Silence A blessing or a curse? Has daddy finally gone to bed With his reeking breath and angry eyes Or is he out there waiting Wanting me to move Another excuse to hit me A beating I enticed My stomach grumbles loudly When was the last time I ate?? Do I d...
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The Boss Worn-out shoes, rejection-blues – she’d felt her share of pain, her time in grade and dues she’d paid – it seemed were all in vain. And then she learned her luck had turned – an offer came her way, a late reply – an HR-guy had read her resumé. Th...
broken home
getting away from abuseBroken home she came from a broken home where the parents at each other would throw stones. every day they would argue, bicker and fight, all the way till the night. not realizing their Childs plight. the child to them in turn would scream but in the batt...
don't be put down
people who love to intimidate othersSome say I’m over weight- while some say I’m fat. I say I’m big boned - my doctor told me that. What does weight matter? - does it mean I can’t love? I was made this way - by GOD up above. My brother is tall and thin- they say he’s bones and skin. Why doe...
Warped Journey
Someone asked me once .... asked the right question .... this was my answer.So you want to know what lurks inside my head I extend to you my hand I warn it is not pretty Come journey with me to the depths within my head This place of loss I dwell welcome to where I dream I know my way quite well my freak show hall of mirrors Here...
Perfection
I just want to be perfect for you.When I feel you moving closer My breath just seems to catch Your eyes refuse to leave mine Trapping me in their depths I don’t know how to act What is right and what is wrong You always seem to know though As my head slams against the wall I cry out, “I’m...
My Home Is My Hell
A poem about the life of a wife with an abusive husband, sadly she has given up and just takes it.How did I get into this messWe used to be so happy togetherNow it's my own blood on my little black dressI will feel my face sting from his slap foreverI am too scared to say how I truly feel and confessThat I hate him but he just keeps yanking my hair. M...
Beaten But Not Broken
Taking a Stand is Not Always Easy......Sitting on the edge of her bed Theresa began to think what was wrong with her? What was going to be her next step? Would she ever be able to get the strength? She knew what had to be done or would she continue to let John break her down. The heartache he...
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“How Many Tears Will It Take”
Please God help me, and mend my broken heart!I thought our love would be infinite past the end of time. I loved you with my whole being and that wasn’t enough. We tried and said; maybe we could do more next time. However, fate dealt us a losing hand and it was rough. I ask myself how may tears will...
For Andres
A Scream from within in memory of an AngelAngel you flew away, to where there is no pain.Just short of two years life,Your mistreatment so profane.Your face was lovely, with precious tears.Hands small and soft, you erased my own fears.Your hair was ever so dark, your eyes quite so bright.Yet your...
Vigilante - Part 1: Primoris Cruor(First Blood)
A man from Hell is more dangerous than an armyHe looked at himself in the mirror. This was who he was, or more what he was; a 29 year old engineer working at one of the largest companies in the country. You could call him successful, and career wise he was. His position paid better than what he could...
09/09/2011That argument was big. Biggest argument they had ever had. It changed everything about them. Changed everything between them. She was sick of him trying to control her, like he knew what was best for her. His last 'command' pushed her over the e...
May....Scenes 2 and 3
The story of an Australian Aboriginal orphan girl.Scene 2 The Next Day May is seen sitting on a stool at her bench, reading her book, a smile upon her face. She now hears approaching footsteps and hides the book down the front of her dress. She then picks up a needle and thread and proceeds to mend a soc...
May....Scene 1
The story of an Australian Aboriginal orphan girl.A One Act Play in Five Scenes.Persons of the Play May Matron Koch Sister Agatha Dr Merriwether Mr. Green Miss White Mrs. Brown ChristianTime : Late summer 1973 Place: Outback South Australia“A hero who forgives is much more touching than one who avenges...
Cold stark black and white and absent of any grayThe edges are no longer blurred and I am as cold as deathWhat I wouldn’t do to feel warm again, to feel safe?My dreams are full of images, too fast to catch hold ofPainful flashes of unfocused memory, polic...