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Sam's Poem
17:35 Feb 02 2008
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6/7/06 10:03 A:M

This poem was written by a friend of mine here, Sam. I think it's really beautiful, and wanted to put it here:

Dancing in my dreams,

I'm dancing with death,

a smile on his face &

a blade to my chest,

oh how i've longed for this moment in time

it fills my head with a childhood ryhme....

I've thought of so many ways to greet this creature

but only one springs to mind

that would be with my hands held out high...

i embrass that exact moment when his blade slices me into...

now that i'm dead....what are you to do!?

With no-one to talk to and no-one to care

you remeber the good times, i.e, stroking my hair

Now i'm below you in the hell of all hells

This creature will come for you..ring ring of the big black bell,

I loved you with every inch of my being,

my soul would sing when you were near

I still loved you with my last breath and my last tear!

COMMENTS

4evermortalgrl
00:37 Feb 25 2008

thats utterly amazing...tell ur friend Sam that he should be a writer...i love it!

KamarillaKaine
19:35 Jul 26 2008

your friend is a wonderful poet !!

i would LOVE to read more :)

ImmortalLegacy
21:45 Nov 19 2008

Sam writes very well. I enjoyed reading that.

deathangelsdarkrose
21:01 May 13 2009

very nice

Child Abuse Poem
17:34 Feb 02 2008
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June 1, 2006 11:52 A:M

I was told about this by my friend Sam here on VR. It's from a thread that was posted today ("Child Abuse" in the Sandbox section), and if that thread is not up when you read this, please copy and paste this to your journal - believe me, many other people have, and for good reason. This broke my heart reading it, but it is important. There is no lower creature than one who abuses a child.

She was only five

This is what happened

When she was alive...

Her dad was a drunk

Her mom was an addict

Her parents kept her

Locked in an attic

Her only friend

was a little toy bear

It was old and worn out

And had patches of hair

She always talked to it

When no one's around

She lays there and hugs it

Not a peep of sound

Until her parents

unlock the door

Some more and more pain

She'll have to endore

A bruise on her leg

A scar on her face

Why would she be

In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear

And softly crys

She loves her parents

But they want her to die

She sits in the corner

Quiet but thinking,

"Please God, why is

My life always sinking? "

Such a bad life

For a sad little kid

She'd get beaten and beaten

For anything she did

Then one night

Her mom came home high

And the poor child was beaten

As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly

Grabbed for a blade

It was sharp and pointy

One that she made

She thrusted the blade

Right in her chest,

"You deserve to die

You worthless pest!"

The mom walked out

Leaving the girl slowly dieing

She grabbed her bear

And again started crying

Police showed up

At the small little house

Then quickly barged in

Everything quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly

Opened a door

To find the little girl

Lieing on the floor

It must have been bad

To go through so much harm

But at least she died

With her best friend in her arms

A child dies every day from child abuse. And if you have an ounce of pity in you for little Auroura and you hate child abuse with a passion you will repost this in your journal and help out those abused children and let them know that someone cared for them. It doesn't take that long only about 10 seconds so please just do it