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Hiding in my closet
With my doll in my arms
I close my eyes and
Cover my ears, and
Pretend that nothings happened
Usually daddy just hits
Mommy once or twice,
But I keep hearing her
Screaming and she begs
Him to stop, I
Hear him say that he
Hates her and he
Wants her to pay
I whisper a prayer for mommy
Because I don't know
What to do, suddenly
I start to cry and
Hope God helps her soon
I hear mommy give a scream so loud
Then it's silent....quiet as a mouse
I slowly come out of my closet
And start looking around the house
There I see mommy
On the kitchen floor,
Lying face down with
Blood all around her
I cry so

::+Away From The World+::_written poem

Lying here in anguish and pain with no relief
Holding on to memories of love
That no longer exist but my own defeat
I cry black tears and
They stain my cheeks
The only thing that
Is keeping me alive
Is the air I breathe inside
But I remember love and
The joy it gave me
I remember laughter and happiness...
But it all disappeared along
With all those I loved long ago
My memory of "my friends" is vague
But it doesn't matter they never truly liked me
For who I was anyways
I thought I would find love
In a best friend of my own,
But that just added more grief
Because in the end that person left me
To face my sorrow alone
I do

+Defeated+_written story

In the dark I hide
Under the bed
As I watch his
Shadow go by
He's looking for me
So he shuts the bedroom door
He doesn't want me
To escape like I did before
These chills running
Up my spine, are
Causing me to panic
And cry at the same time
Daddy said he
Would stop drinking
Daddy promised that
He would try, but
I guess everything Daddy said
Was nothing more then a lie
When Daddy gets drunk
He goes crazy and
Hits and screams
He beats mommy
Until she's unconscious
Then he goes looking for me
I hear his footsteps
Throughout my room
He looks through my closet
While screaming,
"EMMA WHERE ARE YOU!?"
He's staggering

The Evanescence Poem

I want to lose control, like you do when you're missing yourself. I'm haunted day and night without myself. Someone, bring me to life and give me a tourniquet to hold my heart and veins together again. Hopefully I'll be good enough for someone, I'm frightened of going under the surface like I did before. With my last breath, and until I breathe no more, I will stay a surfaced. You made me hurt and weep when you were drunken with hate. Now you whisper my name for your selfish needs? Call me when you're sober, then I'll see, til' then you're everybody's fool and an imaginary lover. You are the only one I know that hurts

.::+Alone+::._written story

There once was a girl
Who was all alone
She used to be happy
Until taken out of
Her comfort zone
She built up walls
They were so tall,
They could reach the sky
She didn't want
To hear the world
And all of its lies
Every day was the same
Tears in the morning and
Tears at night
What was there for her
Besides unhappiness and spite?
She hated the world
She hated herself
She hated everything alive
She just wanted the
Pain to stop, she
Just wanted to die
What future did she have
Nothing but tears and sorrow
Every day would be the same
Because every day was tomorrow
But in her heart
There is still a little
Drop of hope

I Will Never Love You Again_written story

"Why can't you do anything right? You're always screwing up and making everyone hate you! You say one thing then you do another! You always lie to yourself and put on a front, when really you're just alone and cold-hearted. What's the point of living when no one even wants you around? I don't love you and no one else ever will! You're pathetic and I can't stand the sight of you...I wish you were never born..." The girl then picked up a stone and threw it at her reflection, breaking the mirror. Then she whispered with tears in her eyes, "I will never love you again..."

+Tommy+_written poem

He is only 5 years old
This is the story of Tommy
And his story needs to be told
Tommy went to school
Like any other child
He had many friends
And he always seemed to smile
He didn't do his homework sometimes
But the teachers thought
He was a good boy,
Tommy was a sweet little kid
He was a parent's greatest joy
One thing about Tommy
That the teachers didn't understand
Was he would come to school
With bruises on his arms and legs
The teachers would pull him aside
And ask him what was wrong
Tommy would just say
It was falling from playing
Too much kick-ball...
When Tommy got home from school each day
He would run to his r

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+::Beholder::+

by ~missEyez, Oct 13, 2012, 5:28:32 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Each bubble seeps through my mouth
as they lift themselves
breaking free of binding air.
I am sinking deeper
into the shadow of the sea.
Eyes half alive, as they
lift themselves towards untouchable sky.
Glistening light touches once more
and dances on the water.
Beams of the sun wander through,
but I can not reach their abundant light.
This invisible anchor weighs
down on my soul restlessly.
I am lost...
hope has vanished...
faith whispers quietly, softly...
Suddenly an awakening touch
grabs hold of my hand.
Light becomes grander, my soul
lifts towards the surface.
I feel a gust of air,
I breathe in heavily.
Looking up I see my beholder.
My hand clamped in theirs,
like a clam holding
its beloved pearl...
I look into the eyes
of my savior and I see
the beacon of light within them...
Our stares collide as time caresses
us slowly with patience.
You look at me and I know.
You understand my fears,
my hopes, secrets untold.
Understanding yours are hard to unfold.
I am grasping, but you
are gently letting go.
Your fingers slip gently
away from mine as the ocean
devours me once more.
Light is getting dimer...
Blinded by tears as your face
blurs from this sorrow.
I let go sinking back into shadow.
Anchor pulling down remaining
pieces of what's left of this lifeless being.
Eyes closing and calm...
I will drift back into clouded thoughts
hoping on dreams that will never
be born except in my failing heart.
I will never forget you, my beloved beholder.