Abuse: Another Story Georgie Porgie, Puddin' and Pie,He looked the same as every other person on the street. He did not have a scruffy, dangerous look. He did not contain an aura of evil or darkness. The conformity of him never would have attracted a second look. He hid in plain sight. He gained trust of everyone. No one suspected. No ever did. Especially not him. How could he be? He could be trusted. Kissed the girls and made them cry,It always happened in the fringe. Always when no one looked. Always when none would suspect. They came to trust him as all do. He had the patience that spanned months, years even. Countless he took and used. Countless he touched and bruised. Not a word they spoke for the shame and fear crushed them. His ever present shadow terrified them. Even if they dared worked up the courage, his silent threats kept them toeing the invisible line.
Son of IronOh! Son of Iron! How you woo my daughter. Alas for you, just a game this is. Her heart you tear with each flirt and woo. He mind you wrack with each remark and promise. He soul you steal with each moment and look.He with eyes of green envy, more a warrior than most do see you are. With every sight she catches desire flare in her heart. You have cursed her. Tainted her. Why Son of Iron? What have you to gain by this? Her heart you do not desire. Her mind you do not desire. Her soul you do not desire. Her body still you do not want.With chains you have her bound. Her wings clipped. You see, yet you keep do. Words her heart did steal away with. Your words. Nothing those are but sickly sweet syrupy lies that fall from those lips. A fib I do see you spill, just for her. Fibs to bind and shackle do they.Brave may you be. Strong may you be. Nothing you must be. Release my daughter, Enchanter. Her you cannot retain. Not now, not then. Fly she must. Away needs she go. Yet clipped you keep he
PrisonerHer thoughts so wisted.Choices he listedKnife so cruelly twisted.Blood be blood;Pouring as a flood.She didn't mean to.Her he did wooWith roses darkened blue.Shadows be shadows;Hiding all the woes.A word, a promise said.So easy on he ledShe'd rather lay her bed.Gone be gone;Death always did fawn.
Dog TagsMy mother always asks why I wear dog tags. My answer never varies. "Why not?" They believe it is because I am a wanna-be. I have a friend whom I admire greatly and they believe it is me attempting to emulate her. They are wrong. The truth though is actually quite simple.I wear the tags because it reminds me. Reminds me that I will always be a mutt. Nothing but a cheap patchwork o my "friends," most of which would probably be relieved at my absence.I am worthless. I am nothing. I am hideous. I am an idiot. I am a fool. I am nothing but a whole pile of fucked up. I am a mutt. That is why I wear dog tags.But I stay silent. My life is better than most. What right do I have to complain? I live comfortably. I am able to avoid conflict and drama within my family and home. My mental state is stable. I have yet done any physical harm on purpose. (I am a klutz.) I don't need therapy.. . .. . .Truth be told, I am scared of it, therapy. I am scared of what it will do to me. No. I can't. I sa
The TowerSecrets of holds the tower.The dead surrounds; not a flower.Scraggly trees reach high;Only ravens and crows fly.Here do the dark wizard take power.A prisoner he does there keepWhose only wish - to die with a leap.Death holds the only releaseFor which she begs with a please.In grief does she drop in a heap.The tower sits deep in woods, alone.None can hear her screams of forlorn.Cackles loud does he.He only tortures she.Her pain only ends in a moan.
EnigmaEyes of Ice;Hair of Fire.A shadow of the night;A child of the light.Swift as dark;Slow as pain.Death come on wings;For peace we sings.Angel of Death;Devil of Life.A greater Reward to Die;Tell Her a Goodbye.
Lies and TruthLife, Love, LightAll are lies.Death, Hate, DarkAll are truths.All the lightcan't defeatHalf the Dark.Dark swallows light,Light gives to Dark,Hearts bend to Dark,And recedes from light.Forever and ever to Dark.Never for eternity to light.All for darkAlways to.None for light.
MockingbirdYou sit there, mocking meAnd I without the key,Cry out -Cry out to the lost,To those I have costSo high;So, sit there mocking meWhen returns he - he -My love -My love who is gone,Past the giving dawn,I sigh.Keep sitting, mocking meWhat I will do and seeA far -A far, beyond fearMockingbird my dearTa-taYou sit there, mocking meSo, sit there mocking me.Mocking -Keep sitting mocking me.Forever mocking me,Ever been.
CatCrazy-cat; kitty-cat;Oh, but you're my cat,Crazy, kitty-cat.My Kitty-cat.You are mine,Kitty.Mine.