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A beaten slave, pathetic and weak
Broken-hearted and blooded bones
I lay in the cold hollows of your heart
Inhaling your narcissistic stench
As if it were a fragrant rose coming to bloom
Oh how I long to shatter this unspeakable bond
To break free from the shackles of obedience
Such freedom only dwells in dreamsBroken-hearted and blooded bones
Mind distorted beyond perfection
Repulsive, compliant servant
Befitting a tainted King
Literature
A Child Again
I wish I could be a child again.
Where all I had to worry about
Were skinned knees
And cooties from boys.
I wish I would be a child again.
Where boys ran away from girls
And no one lied.
I wish I could be a child again.
Where parents were devoted
In every part of my life.
I wish I could be a child again.
When there was recess,
And fun and games.
I want to be a child again.
I want the child meant wonder.
I want the never ending hope.
I want loyalty.
I want simplicity.
I want to be a child again.
I want my innocence back.
I want to not have to worry.
I want grades that don't matter
I want time outs to be the worse punishme
Literature
Mother
Mother:
The last time that I saw you, I left with bitter words
I never knew how much the things, I said to you would hurt.
And I never wanted to see you; so I tried to shut you out
But a Mother is the one thing that I cannot live without...
I've been to the doctor's room
He tells me I will see you soon
I'm prayin' in the lobby-
Hopin' that you'll be okay...
I never knew that things would be this way...
The first memory I have, is when you used to hold my hand
You taught me how to be a man but I threw it in your face
Still you forgave me and still you believed
But I took your faith and broke it up, like golden autumn leaves...
wh
Literature
Childhood
I am a child again.
I am playing hide-and-go seek under
my bed covers, kissing my pillow and
singing the sweet song of asphyxiation
with a scarf tight around my neck.
I am popping pills like dime-store candy
but getting no sugar high, just a low
low
low
low
low
and chasing it all down with bitter amber.
I am playing Daddy's little girl ("Little Miss
Anorexia", now), writing angry, scrawled
notes instead of carefully drawn birthday
cards and messy pictures.
I am sitting at the table, playing the great
game of life; but my piece has toppled over,
the cardboard world upside do
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this is nice. i like the word choice