Not a cloud in the sky
And yet its pouring rain
I've been struck by lightning
But I am numb to its pain
There's too much scar tissue
Been burned too many times
Twenty-seven years of hell
Inspiring these rhymes
Scar on my left brow
"Children should be seen, and not heard
I will hit you again
If you say another word"
Children should never know
The pain of cigarette burns
Or press a blade to their wrist
Bleeding as the bayonet turns
I remember when I was five
I just wanted to die
I was beaten everyday
While my "mother" was getting high
Hadn't even started school,
I was touched and groped by fiends
Whispers I hear to this day
When my demons convene
Now I am older, chip on shoulder
Dysfunctional veteran, disturbed
No fuse to speak of, its so short
And I'm dangerously perturbed
No one hurts me anymore for
Dangerous thoughts plague my mind
They know if they hurt me now
I will respond in kind
Its not eye for an eye
I go for the throat
I only swing to put down
Like a vet with a garrote
One man army life created
Towards me- the wrong direction
Wake up strapped down and sedated
Witnessing your own vivisection
That's a live dissection for
Those of you who don't know
The darkness where I grew
My daughters will never know
How did I learn to parent?
My baby sister and brother...
Someone had to take the hits
From a cocaine infused mother
Permanent clouds loom
Everywhere that I walk
And in my shadow I hear talking
As my deadly demons stalk
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
Poem - Nobody Knows What to Say Anymore
My pen is filled with so many tears,
the paper is beginning to look like
a tidal wave of emotion.
Cocaine has kidnapped my daughter
forced her to live a life of naked humiliation,
meth is the monster who lives inside her soul;
she has become a "cracked" egg.
Two days of detox; teases my hope
only to leave me crying again;
A
L
O
N
E
The drive from work becomes
a scary invitation of madness.
I am not afraid to admit
That I'm a coward,
I can't bare to watch her die
S
L
O
W
L
Y
Killing her unborn son
With every sniff and puff.
I'm a mother who screams for
someone to save her.
Nobody knows what to say anymore...
I'm dying inside,
watching addiction
Abduct my baby.
"She's an adult" they say
"There's nothing you can do"
I just have to stand by
Watch her die Slowly,
and when the day comes...
I'll bury her alone
Because nobody knows what to say
the paper is beginning to look like
a tidal wave of emotion.
Cocaine has kidnapped my daughter
forced her to live a life of naked humiliation,
meth is the monster who lives inside her soul;
she has become a "cracked" egg.
Two days of detox; teases my hope
only to leave me crying again;
A
L
O
N
E
The drive from work becomes
a scary invitation of madness.
I am not afraid to admit
That I'm a coward,
I can't bare to watch her die
S
L
O
W
L
Y
Killing her unborn son
With every sniff and puff.
I'm a mother who screams for
someone to save her.
Nobody knows what to say anymore...
I'm dying inside,
watching addiction
Abduct my baby.
"She's an adult" they say
"There's nothing you can do"
I just have to stand by
Watch her die Slowly,
and when the day comes...
I'll bury her alone
Because nobody knows what to say
Poem - Why do I?
I've walked through hell twice,
Thrice I came out unscathed....
Then why must I..
Choose, always, the wrong path?
If the mere scent of danger...
Is enough to pull me in...
At this point I'm no stranger....
To the struggle within.
The turmoil I have inside,
Is mine, alone, to carry,
mistakes are taken in stride...
And Trust's at the cemetery......
Killing all good will in sight...
One action at a time
Sometimes out of spite,
Others for the sake of the crime...
How then can I wonder...
Why they all left...
As i sit here and ponder...
How i failed every test
Thrice I came out unscathed....
Then why must I..
Choose, always, the wrong path?
If the mere scent of danger...
Is enough to pull me in...
At this point I'm no stranger....
To the struggle within.
The turmoil I have inside,
Is mine, alone, to carry,
mistakes are taken in stride...
And Trust's at the cemetery......
Killing all good will in sight...
One action at a time
Sometimes out of spite,
Others for the sake of the crime...
How then can I wonder...
Why they all left...
As i sit here and ponder...
How i failed every test
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Story - Search for Answers (Book One)
I have not wrote in such a long time. I feeling that writing wasn't for me. Now I have been studying my Scriptures and found God is there if I need him for anything. I found myself praying for help and guidance. He led me to believe in my own skills and gifts for writing once more. I found he is guiding me with the help of my guardian angels. Yes I believe in angels. I have seen them and know they exist. I'm a devote Catholic.
This is how I outlined my story and came up with an incredible story-line. I think this story will be fantastic once it's been written. I'll be working on it for the next month and following months to come. I'm not going to rush this one. It's not going to be a nano story either. Watch and learn about my work on this blog. It's dedicated to my writing of poetry and stories alike. I also post stuff I want to share about my life and also other junk too.
Outline
Reaching the age of 13... Brianna Kincaid had just got home from camp for the second time for the summer. She returns home a bit depressed as she noticed she is entering puberty. She doesn't want to confide in her mother right now. all she wants to do is relax in her room. that is her privacy space. little did she know her mother had invited a student into their home. they did have a big five bedroom house, but it was their house, nobody else. why did her mother do this to her? she wanted to find out why this girl was here? Then it was time for a new school year. Brianna wanted to learn more about this student from Ireland. She was curious about why her mother had allowed a girl to enter their home. She preferred it when it was the two of them. How could her mother do this horrid thing to her.
Just as she finds out she is starting her first menstrual cycle, she figures out her is not like no normal 13 yr old girl. She is way different. She could even talk about the things that were happening to her with her own mother. Brianna got the notion to run away and hide from the world. This would solve everything she thought. It wouldn't though was the thing. She was being watched by an angel. the angel was her father. Nobody had told Brianna she was half angel, half human. She found she was growing wings, she slowly learning that she had powers of her own. She began seeing the future by just touching a person. It freaked her out at first. She got it into her head she was going crazy. She wanted to talk with her mother, but with the student always around it was hard to get one on one time with her mother. She began thinking her mother preferred the student to her. She got jealous from time to time.
This is the story of how Brianna Jade Kincaid got her wings and her special powers thanks to her father and God. How she could hear Jesus and God talking to her through the Holy Scriptures.
Excerpt
This is how I outlined my story and came up with an incredible story-line. I think this story will be fantastic once it's been written. I'll be working on it for the next month and following months to come. I'm not going to rush this one. It's not going to be a nano story either. Watch and learn about my work on this blog. It's dedicated to my writing of poetry and stories alike. I also post stuff I want to share about my life and also other junk too.
Outline
Reaching the age of 13... Brianna Kincaid had just got home from camp for the second time for the summer. She returns home a bit depressed as she noticed she is entering puberty. She doesn't want to confide in her mother right now. all she wants to do is relax in her room. that is her privacy space. little did she know her mother had invited a student into their home. they did have a big five bedroom house, but it was their house, nobody else. why did her mother do this to her? she wanted to find out why this girl was here? Then it was time for a new school year. Brianna wanted to learn more about this student from Ireland. She was curious about why her mother had allowed a girl to enter their home. She preferred it when it was the two of them. How could her mother do this horrid thing to her.
Just as she finds out she is starting her first menstrual cycle, she figures out her is not like no normal 13 yr old girl. She is way different. She could even talk about the things that were happening to her with her own mother. Brianna got the notion to run away and hide from the world. This would solve everything she thought. It wouldn't though was the thing. She was being watched by an angel. the angel was her father. Nobody had told Brianna she was half angel, half human. She found she was growing wings, she slowly learning that she had powers of her own. She began seeing the future by just touching a person. It freaked her out at first. She got it into her head she was going crazy. She wanted to talk with her mother, but with the student always around it was hard to get one on one time with her mother. She began thinking her mother preferred the student to her. She got jealous from time to time.
This is the story of how Brianna Jade Kincaid got her wings and her special powers thanks to her father and God. How she could hear Jesus and God talking to her through the Holy Scriptures.
Excerpt
Brianna
needed someone who she could talk about what was happening to her.
She found it hard to get her favorite t-shirt on. This was odd to
her. She knew her mother wasn't going to be home till three in the
afternoon after her morning shift at the cafe Le Harve. It was a nice
restaurant which served French and Italian cuisine. She is walked to
the full length mirror She couldn' see anything out the ordinary till
she turned to look at her back. She wanted to freak out.
The
thought of something growing out her mid to high back. She took a
good look in the mirror it looked like she was growing wings, white
wings at that. She was a freak as it was in school. Now this would
make it major freaking. The popular girls at school always called her
a freak and geek. She was a Pokemon and video game geek, along with
being about to program her own software. She had created her own
website with the software she created to make short change to add to
her allowance.
She
pulled the t-shirt over her head pulling it down. Her small wings
were making it look like she had something on her back. Now this was
not something she wanted happening. She had to call her best friend.
Grabbing her phone, she pressed her speed dial to call Sage
Mitchell's cell. It was something she had to get Sage to meet her
somewhere, not at home for sure. Home was her sacred sanctum. She
knew Sage had sleeped in her room at her house several times over the
years of friendship. Right now Brianna wanted was out the house.
Monday, May 15, 2017
Poem - Who am I?
Who am l
I'm lost within the darkness...
Aimlessly wondering alone
I see a candle burning into the distant
But direction is non-existence
Where is the path to walk on?
I cannot see...
The world is so blinding
Can someone turn on the light for me?
Hold my hand please
Don't let go!
I can't make it on my own
My heart is broken
My mind is a mess
I bleed to feel
How else will I heal?
Scars surround me
Is this even real?
Who am I...
I'll let you decide.
I'm lost within the darkness...
Aimlessly wondering alone
I see a candle burning into the distant
But direction is non-existence
Where is the path to walk on?
I cannot see...
The world is so blinding
Can someone turn on the light for me?
Hold my hand please
Don't let go!
I can't make it on my own
My heart is broken
My mind is a mess
I bleed to feel
How else will I heal?
Scars surround me
Is this even real?
Who am I...
I'll let you decide.
Poem - I'd Have to Deal
All I want to do is breathe
Yet all I ever feel is that I'm suffocating
Sometimes it's unnoticeable
Sometimes I'm fighting to breathe
Feels like my chest is breaking
I cry all the time with no reason
I think of ending it all
All the possible ways of doing so
I'm suffocating I'm trapped
I'm trapped in my body
Yet I feel I'm not living
I feel like I need an escape
Feeling lost and scared all the time
Breathing can be so unbearable
But then holding my breath
Tryin not to breathe
Feeling fate then letting go
I hold my head underwater sometimes
Letting go
But something always pulls me up
The feeling of nearly dying
I feel that all the time even when I'm not even stressing
My anxiety is fine
Yet I'm still fighting to breathe
Holding my chest like it's about to burst
Just burst I yell yet nothing happens
I start breathing again
Then I have this feeling
Dread fear lost confused
I don't understand why I feel this way
Parts of me wants to belong
But then other parts wants me gone!
No one understands
No one knows I feel like this
I can't say it out loud to them
They will change I know it
I'd be bubble wrapped
Though I already feel that way
Controlled by everyone around me
Being told what to do
That alone, is suffocating
That alone, makes me not belong
They say speak tell people how you feel
Words I'm not good with words
I stutter I fall over
If I say how I feel out loud
Then what wud happen
Would I fall to the ground
Would I finally break down
It's easier typing writing down
But no one I care about will read this
I'll hide it away
They can't see me
Deep down how I feel
No to scary
Cause then I'd have to deal
Poem - It's Just A...
I'm tired of the depression that lives inside
I'm tired of all these lies
It's just a cut
It's just a scar but it's more than that
Why can't the whispering just stop
I feel pain inside
Pain that I can't describe
I'm tired of all these lies
It's just a cut
It's just a scar but it's more than that
Why can't the whispering just stop
I feel pain inside
Pain that I can't describe
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