I sat down a little faster than I should have and my tie flew into my pudding cup. GRRRRRRR
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a poem about rape. it goes in to some detail so if you are reall young, DON’T READ!?
NO I WAS NEVER RAPED!
i know some of you most likely have read or seen or heard things about it. i got some insperation from watching “special victims unit” and i read a book where this happened to a little girl.
title-the shadow of his hand
The shadow of his hand
Hovers over my path
It’s impossible to avoid it
I’m a victim of his wrath
Every mark he’s made on me
On my body and deep inside
Are reasons on top of reasons
For why I envied those who died
I wasn’t the first and I won’t be the last
His terror will reign free
For I, like others, am not brave enough
To make known what he did to me
He waited in the darkness
Of my home, safe in my bed
And the moment I came into the room
He hit me over the head
It must have been a long time
Before I finally came to
And the sight that met my eyes then
Would last forever, that, I knew
I struggled to avoid the blade
He was pulling from his pocket
But my hands and legs were tied tightly
And when I strained I hurt the sockets
His smiling face was closer now
There was nothing I could do
His foul, disgusting breath reached my face
As he sliced my belt in two
By now I knew what would come next
But I my head wouldn’t let me believe
That he could do such a horrid thing
That he wouldn’t just leave
Tossing away the belt, he returned
And started zipping down my fly
And to my greatest horrors
He gave a satisfied sigh
My three older sisters
Had fallen to him like this
The first two had died and the third left home
Away from his want of sexual bliss
I had heard tell of it happening
And how the terrors grew
But I never accepted a word of it
That these stories could have been true
I was still a virgin
But that was soon to change
As he pulled my jeans completely off
I began feeling awfully strange
A cool breeze touched my skin
As he rolled up my top
And cut it across the centre
He didn?t intend to stop
My skin began to prickle
Wearing just my underwear
Without any possible escape
And a torturer who didn?t care
His cold steel knife ran over my chest
As he slid it under my bra
And in one flick, broke the strap
Revealing my breasts to the stars
But he wasn’t finished yet, oh no
The bad stuff had just begun
As he patiently moved below my waist
I could see he was having fun
He enjoyed every wriggle
And every squirm he got from me
And he guided his little pocketknife
As I lay there helplessly
Inch by inch towards my hip
Gliding across my skin
He was quick to strip my undies
Revealing the secrets within
So I began to save my strength
As I lay there motionless
Vulnerable, but I couldn’t do much
He was going to make me a mess
It wasn’t long before I saw
That my suspicions had been right
He now returned to where I could see
Standing exposed in the night
He began to climb onto the bed
Placing one leg on either side of me
He lowered his body onto mine
And began to caress gently
But then all at once he entered
And I felt a terrible pain
One that lasted the whole time
That I wish never to feel again
I thrashed about, but he held me fixed
Overpowering was his will
He touched me all over my body
Until I was almost physically ill
Then I saw two watching eyes
And I screamed out desperately
Mommy, can’t you do something
To get Daddy off of me!?
comments? concerns? criticism?
i’m 13
and this never happened to me!
A Bee for a Pet??
Is this true? To get a pet bee, all you have to do is find a big fat one flying lazily around then spray it with the spray you can buy that freezes chewing gum (so you can get it off of clothes – I think it’s probably liquid nitrogen spray). Once frozen, tie a piece of thread around the bee’s middle then wait for him to defrost. When he does, he’ll still be alive and will start to fly about again. Of course, you have him on his new ‘lead’ so he’ll go with you where ever you go! Does anyone think this is true? Have you done it? Don’t you think it is a bit cruel?
How come only the crazy people are doing all the work here? We want something in return. Write us a Dorsimbra.
Like so…1 stanza English Sonnet, 1 stanza free form, 1 stanza non-rhyming iambic pentameter. Don’t make me go get Todd and Dondi…
*****
Time
Upon my watch, three hands tell me the time,
The mirror shows a different degree,
Forgotten thoughts with words that do not rhyme,
Meander down the road to lunacy.
Shine your shoes up!
Put on your tie!
Let’s go outside…
And find a place to fly!
Come and gone for me to see, believed,
The ocean tides, rivers wide, crimson sky,
How will I know when God has called to me?
Upon my watch, three hands tell me the time.
*****
Oh, yeah, it also must start and finish with the same line.
Do you realize how much of my work is directly because of you?
At least a dozen good poems about the instistoogtions of government and entertainment.
You missed many of them whilst trying to create new accounts.
If I ever say anything bad, it is never at you…maybe right next to you…
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Don’t you hate it when your tie falls in your pudding cup?
I sat down a little faster than I should have and my tie flew into my pudding cup. GRRRRRRR