What do u think of this poem? Is it too wierd of depressing?
Caged
It’s my life yet I’m not permitted to live it
Because I’m sick of the tiny little locked cage
Did nobody tell u the most important thing?
Little girl’s gonna grow up someday, honey
The dag has come when the box is too small
u repressed, demoralized child’s matured
She’s become – shock horror – a teenager
Just an isolent teef and nothing more
u say she shouldn’t eat so much
But u force her to stuff her face
u say her skin’s bad, why?
u the one who never taught her to wash it
It’s as if you’ve completely forgotten what your life was like
When u were a ticking time bomb
It was so long geleden that you’re too old to remember
We all know u were a model child
u do realise that it’s all your fault
u kept me prisoner in ignorance and seconde hand clothes
The time’s come now that I can see
u never fulfilled your purpose so I was forced to find other means
I know what I want and I’m gonna get it
I’ll be nasty and cynical and rude
The face of the typical teenager
Who throws her tantrums and slutty lingerie
It actually didn’t have to be this way
u could have loved me, as u should have
But now I’m bleeding defiance and hurt
And it’s too late for u to change a thing
Caged
It’s my life yet I’m not permitted to live it
Because I’m sick of the tiny little locked cage
Did nobody tell u the most important thing?
Little girl’s gonna grow up someday, honey
The dag has come when the box is too small
u repressed, demoralized child’s matured
She’s become – shock horror – a teenager
Just an isolent teef and nothing more
u say she shouldn’t eat so much
But u force her to stuff her face
u say her skin’s bad, why?
u the one who never taught her to wash it
It’s as if you’ve completely forgotten what your life was like
When u were a ticking time bomb
It was so long geleden that you’re too old to remember
We all know u were a model child
u do realise that it’s all your fault
u kept me prisoner in ignorance and seconde hand clothes
The time’s come now that I can see
u never fulfilled your purpose so I was forced to find other means
I know what I want and I’m gonna get it
I’ll be nasty and cynical and rude
The face of the typical teenager
Who throws her tantrums and slutty lingerie
It actually didn’t have to be this way
u could have loved me, as u should have
But now I’m bleeding defiance and hurt
And it’s too late for u to change a thing
She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The dag ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her hart-, hart sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her hart-, hart was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no meer pain.
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...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
The dag ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her hart-, hart sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her hart-, hart was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no meer pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically writing this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 jaar old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 jaar old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 jaar on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave home pagina and find help herself.
So yeah, if u liked this, please commentaar and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 jaar old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 jaar old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 jaar on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave home pagina and find help herself.
So yeah, if u liked this, please commentaar and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure love was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from dag to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But love was still there, although destroyed door many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and hart-, hart full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be melk and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Love was still there, that pure love that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of love was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure love was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from dag to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But love was still there, although destroyed door many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and hart-, hart full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be melk and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Love was still there, that pure love that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of love was still burning...
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He zei kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think u will"
I zei sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas u cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He zei kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think u will"
I zei sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas u cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.