Some poems for sexy_school_girl...and others.

After talking with you on messenger...and hearing of your pain and misery, from your past and your present. I thought I'd share with you some poems that I wrote...many years ago.

They might not be relevant to you...but I thought of them while we were speaking.

It is hard to meet on here with someone for the first time and share with them some very deep and personal matters, but I am happy to be your friend and assist you where I can.

If you need anyone i'm here too hunni.

xx

Stop. Please. Don't.

Move those clenched fists away from me
Take that evil gleam from your eye
Do not hurt me with your words
I am fragile I can break with such a serpent tongue
I have been broken too many times to count
Do not cause me to falter I have endured enough
Where are my companions when I need their words
Their strong arms around me, their presence felt.....
The mind games have gone on for the longest time
Why did I not speak when I had the chance?
I need my friends around me
Yet similarily they too are overburdened
By dark clouds called human life
Each day we chip away at the darkness
Enveloped by love and care
Stronger as a group
While that trains whistles and blows
Sending chills deep within me
I fear the sound of the train
For when it stops at the station
It is one step close to bringing me
Home to my nightmare

November 28th, 2004.

Fading

Fading slowly whispering death
Almost camouflaged from view
I am honoured to be
Surrounded by loving friends
Almost family the bond is strong
I think to myself why things are
As they are in my life
Why such tests of endurance
And strength and anguish
I falter and smile weakly
I think upon my new family
A smile and ray of hope
Peaks through for
My ultimate salvation
I pray that I shall never fail them
As they shall not fail me
We stick together
Bound by trust and love
Almost as strong as blood
Fading from what I once knew
Still enduring the pain
But with my darlings
By my very side
I feel that I do not walk
This treacherous road alone

I love you guys *hug*

November 30th, 2004.

Damage

The damage has been done
Victory has been won
At what cost is this!
For thing to be like they are
I do not want him to hurt me
But for the sake of personal pride
He must suffocate me
Suppress the angelic light
To which I once found
For when light shatters the dark
It cannot all be in its purest form
Life crumbles and creaks under the strain
When one should be at their highest moment
They are belittled and ridiculed
Tormented and thrown
I thought the blood would stop
The pain would cease
But no, he is my tormentor
Money means nothing to him
Personal vendetta against his
Blood family why is it so
Why does one have to suffer
When a family is supposed
To envelop you in its arms
Keeping you safe from the
Injustices of the world.

November 21st, 2004

Falling From Grace

I wish to sleep the sleep of one thousand years
Let my lids fall and succumb to the numbness
Feeling absolutely nothing
I wish to fly, fly from the binds that constrict me
Collapse at the feet of angels at their mercy.

26 November 2004

Please Stop

I stare at your aging face
Wondering where all the wisdom went?
What happened these months to make you
Wish to destroy my dreams......
I cannot describe......
What you are doing.....
Does to me.......
The pain you cause me......
Fights we have......
I will you with my heart to threaten me
With that hunting knife you have
And do it for real this time
The bruises fade, the memory stays
Suppressed in my little chamber of horrors
That I dub my vault
I cannot speak anymore
This prose is over

November 2004.




Hmmm....November 2004, seemed to be a hell of a month for me...

So intense. I was drawn into your world as I read, if only for a fleeting moment in time. Thankyou so much for sharing part of who you are.

Heaven and hell. Pleasure and pain. It is indeed a fine line. You inspire me.

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Originally Posted by Gregsta

So intense. I was drawn into your world as I read, if only for a fleeting moment in time. Thankyou so much for sharing part of who you are.

Heaven and hell. Pleasure and pain. It is indeed a fine line. You inspire me.

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*smiles* Gregsta thankyou.

At times when I speak with people, i remember old poems I have written. Also when we spoke on messenger earlier I said I was inspired to write based on what we were talking about. Well I am writing a poem now, although that poem will be placed in the Erotic Section *weg*