Darkness
Darkness circled around her. She couldn't see. The only sound she heard was
the whispering of the wind as it whistled through the house. Not an animal
stirred. It was deathly quite. She was all alone, only the darkness to kept
her company. She was not afraid of it anymore, she welcomed it with open arms.
The darkness comforted her, didn't hurt her.
I can't remeber when i wrote i this but i know i never finished it.
There is so much more i want to write...that i feel i can write but i will
not.
Me
everyones leaves
You left me
He left me
I can't get close
to anyone and
if i do, i get scared.
I need my space.
I can't let them
know my heart,
know of me.
too many people have
come and gone and
left me standing
naked in the storm
brewing in my head
It unleashes its
lashes without mercy
I fall to me kness
I can't take it
The pain in me
is too great for
me to bear
I mark my body
to aviod the pain
if only for a minute
A minute of peace,
serenity.
Wish
I wish i could be a stone
No emotions, no feelings
Just there, watching, observing,
impassive
Just a little un-noticed, un-cared about stone.
Hard to heart......
I never finished this poem but i know what i want to write but i just
can't seem to fins the "right" words for it.
People
Seven people living in a house
A family you could call it
Walking, talking, shouting, fighting
A family of strangers.
I wrote this last year. It's..yes about my family. Things have since
changed as i have but i don't care to speak of the unforgivable changes
that have so turned my life upside down.
My Dad
WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LOVE?
My dad doesn't even care about me
all this time i thought he did
but i thought wrong
Love, hah! he doesn't even know the meaning.
He never visits me or even rings me on my birthday,
not ever Christmas
He doesn't even have the deciency to tell me that my Grandma
has died
He didn't want me their
what a bastard
No one else is upset but me
I started crying but not just over my Grandma, i started
crying because now i know my Dad doesn't care or even love me
He just wants us out of his life.
He hasn't had any contact over the past year and i know he
doesn't love nor care about what happens.
The thing that hurts the most is
THAT MY DAD DOESN'T LOVE ME.
This is my only way of expressing myself without hurting someone i LOVE.
What is the meaning of LOVE? My Dad wouldn't even know how to spell it. It
just makes me so upset that someone i love and still care about doesn't
want us in his life. It really does hurt. I don't know if i'll show anyone
because this is a very touchy subject. No i don't want people telling me
that i spelt something wrong or it doesn't sound right, i'm just sitting
here typing out how i feel and how hurt i am. I only just found out that
my Grandma died on Tuesday and the funeral was on last Friday and my sister's
music teacher for Christ sake asked Jacinta if she knew that someone named
Kost had died as she had read it in the paper.
Unbelievable, my Dad didn't want US there. I still LOVE my Dad but i'll
always hurt inside and know one will ever know how much, but one is for sure
my pain is real.
This was written in 1996.....i can't say anymore..... :(
