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Sam's Poem17:35 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!
Child Abuse Poem17:34 Feb 02 2008
Times Read: 981
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
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COMMENTS
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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