Poems...... just thought I would share

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   Posted 12/10/2005 9:53 AM (GMT -6)   
She feels so alone but she’s not, the image laying next to her makes her tremble. She feels the pain as it heightens within her body. But years of practice have taught her to deter it from her mind.
So many nights of torture: feelings of fear and despair.
Who is going to save her? Will anyone ever be there?
Wishing for relief any way it will come. She walks alone in her dreams, the ones where her life has just begun.
She wonders who will be there or will she always have to run?
She doesn’t ask for much, just to feel safe, for the pain and fear to end, just once.
But for now she just lays there, afraid to breathe, who is going to save her, will anyone ever be there or will her life just end this way?


He knows how to hurt her, the exact words to say.
He breaks her down to tiny pieces making sure to do it each and every day.
Get away her mind screams, run and never look back. But the fear takes over as the words she’s heard seeps into her mind like a fast spreading disease.
Hiding within herself is her only way.
A tormented soul that yearns to laugh but knows it won’t happen that day.
One day she’s going to make it, even though it’s going to take all of her strength.
You can beat the disease; the antidote is within yourself, looking deep, find it and let it lead.


Ring around the Rosy a pocket full of dreams, wishing upon a star, life isn’t always just what it seems.
The innocence of the child was taken, he listens as she screams.
He has changed her forever; her life has turned into a horrid dream.
She prays for God to help but he never speaks. She starts to realize life isn’t always as it seems.
A young girl thinks she has fallen in love, he fills her with hopes and soon to be forgotten dreams. The pain he now prevails on her runs so deep.
Her dreams are now gone, replaced with despair. She hides within herself, fear taking over as a daily routine.
Darkness takes over, the pain melts away, and her mind is filled again with her childhood dreams.
The ones that were taken from her, she has finally gotten back to the place where she belongs, somewhere where life is always, as it seems.


How can you hurt the ones you are supposed to love?
Why do you give but never expect to take.
Life can be a lonely road where only the strong will survive.
The weak are stepped on time and time again.
Look me in the eye and tell me it’s not true.
Hold me in your arms and make me believe.
Your words cut like a knife, your hands burn into the flesh.
All that remains is a state of mind no one will ever be able to detect.


The beginning of the end can be seen only if you open your eyes.
A young girl lies in her bed, trusting everyone and no room for hate within her heart.
Within hours her world will be turned upside down. Colors no longer mean what they used to, smells now sicken her stomach. Prayer is her enemy, God never speaks. The pain never seems to end, no matter how loud she screams.
The nightmares are unbearable she wakes up in a bed of sweat.
The tears no longer come; her eyes ache from not being able to release.
Please mommy she screams don’t make me go back, the fear in her eyes should have been a sign but no one bothered to see..
How could this little girl turn so quick? How can those words come from her mouth? Where did she learn those things? They should all ask. Instead they turn away busy with their own lives, letting the little girl’s pain be alone.


All that remains is broken dreams. Pain.. that seems to never end.
Nightmares that wake her up in the wee hours of the morning.
That’s all that remains.
She believed in love, and adventures
All she wanted was to be happy and free.
She would see all of the hate in the world and believed she could change it. Believed she could just hold out her hand and another hand would emerge and the pain would vanish.
But all that really remained was the truth in her eyes, what her heart did not want to accept.
She always believed there was another side of the person that hurt her, a side that could be good, a side that God would forgive.
But reality came knocking on her door and she was faced with the horrifying truth. When Satan emerges it’s in his true form.
Many want to believe that it’s just a fantasy, it just can’t be true.
The evil washes up like a simple wave of the ocean.
It surrounds you, grabs a hold and never let’s go.
After it is done, all that remains is confusion and anger and your broken dreams.


Wandering in the world in magic places. Treasured faces: whispering from the past.
Clouds of memories soaring past: along with her very name.
Nothing ever quite the same as it was so long before, the memories, the dreams, the scheme of all that was and all that would and could have been. And what she once had seen.
Swiftly gone like rain. The laughter: the music: the beauty, and the pain.
The friends, the smiles they left behind.
The memories as soft as dew like satin on her cheek.
A lifetime left to seek a new, what was all so swiftly gone. Gentle treasured winter song.
Wrapped in love’s cocoon.
Life of fire: quickly burned and gone.
So much: to soon.

Don't worry about the world ending,it's already tomorrow in Australia!

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   Posted 1/1/2006 8:16 PM (GMT -6)   
WOW!!!! i really like those! they scream pain...sorry! *Crimson_Angel*

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   Posted 1/2/2006 9:05 AM (GMT -6)   
Thank you,I know they are pretty dark...
Don't worry about the world ending,it's already tomorrow in Australia!

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   Posted 1/2/2006 4:57 PM (GMT -6)   
Lol your too funny. I suck at expressing myself any other way. I'm quite shy and tend to just hang out in the corner ;)
I myself have no talent when it comes to drawing or painting!!
Don't worry about the world ending,it's already tomorrow in Australia!

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   Posted 1/3/2006 8:40 AM (GMT -6)   
My daughter is 18,and my son is 15. Daughter seems to be ok as far as the depression,but my son has adhd.
Anyway,it doesn't matter how great your coloring is,as long as you feel good doing it
Don't worry about the world ending,it's already tomorrow in Australia!

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