Last Commented Childhood Poems (355)

Thinking of the colour pink, of the pigtails on the ribbons of her hair, of the candles on her cake , of her twelfth birthday and the last breath of innocence that will see it all taken away.

DEAR LORD,
I NEED TO KNOW THIS FOR SURE,
WAT IS IT YOU WANT ME TO DO,
AND HOW WILL I KNOW THAT ITS TRUE,
THAT THIS CALLING IS FROM YOU,
COS IVE CLIMBED THE MOUNTAINS
TO THE SKIES
CROSSED THE RIVERS WIDE
FROM THE RIVERS TO THE SEAS,
EVEN THROUGH THE DEEP,
WEN I SEARCHED HIGH AND BELOW
AND LEFT NO STONES UNTURNED
FOUND IT WAS ALWAYS IN YOUR WORD.

The Screaming'

Piercing ! shrill is this sound corrupting the unbreakable silent stare,
of unmatched tormented bonds ,incarceration of the consciousness.
Blood soaked and razor edged barbs confining any visions of a futuristic glance,
yet still able to echo through winding ,dark chasms of reminiscence and helplessness.

I chance to dare my self some utterance in embroilment of my fears
though within this void am I cognizant of that which is forged of leather shackles
beyond starvation of love and banished to secluded worlds.
Hardly enough content in the isolation of numerous ,timeless and repetitious tears.

Blemish of scars that have scrolled they're torment deeply since long past flesh,
by one who would defy all of worth of me,and brandish the name of 'Father',but still
purchase a need to reinforce in me as of being nothing more than that of a 'Bastard'.
Holding me fast with bone crushing will, in so much fury, I dare not look into his face.

In violence of thunderous storms,strike upon bone,whilst under lightning flashed
rage.
Crawling on the crimson blood stained surface of which I am strewn aimlessly
across a broken and uncertain promise in shattered glass.
My archaic,self indulgent, chaotic task master throws me to an unforeseeable cage.
Without locks upon doors, are these walls without chains to abandon the physical
manifestations.

With all that has passed, my mind will seek a price for solace,but then should
solace afford of such a price within anguish of guilt.
In raptured cries of night unto which I release to all, who bear witness of torturous,
unrecognizable and unsighted revenge.
So then to my trust,not even to whom that may trespass against nightmare or dream,
Faulting the hurt of my own visitations of deeds that to me have been done.
I convene my search for reason ,but inwardly the soulless self will be in knowledge
that 'Forever will I scream'

'Why'

Why is it so that I must feel such pain,
Why is it so that my tears should fall as rain.
Why is it so that I am so emotionally blind,
Why is it so that voices torment me in my mind,
Why is it in this world that I feel so scared,
Why is it nobody saw me ,or even showed that they cared.
Why is it that I feel so defiled,
Why is it a crime for me to just want to be a child.!!!

Perhaps the odderman
floats on his back
a world above and below
in the middle he rows
taking life as he goes
air and sea,
breath air and see
the odder man is me
equilibrium is where I lie
sinking when I dive
for food is what we strive
only to add to the hive
odderman yes the odder man
I can Ican
even is for steven
Not the otterman

A baby is born, what do you see?
A baby dolphin swimming in our sea
Swimming and swimming day by day
After a few months comes time to play.

Playing and playing day by day
After a few months the babe puts on display,
Jumping and diving day by day!
What fun it is to see such array.

After a few months the babe has grown all bold and strong.
Swimming, diving, hunting with joy, living life day by day.

After a few months all settled and alone exploring the world is what should be done.
Meeting others and being with friends is life and how it could be done.
One day or more the time will come a baby is now something more
A parent, an entertainer, maybe a hunter too, in the end we find our purpose so they say and by then we do what our hearts have to say living life and living it proud.

When i was 3,
I had my dreams taken away from me.
My dad was gone, everything was wrong,
The only one I had was my struggling mom.
I came from a home with a sister and two brothers,
All we had was Top Ramon for supper.
How could something that felt so right turn so bad,
This is my past, falling down hill so fast.
My life was turned upside down,
Then my step dad came around.
Because of my shame, i caused him so much pain.
Now that my heart has slowly healed,
I regret the things i made him feel.
Now, in my heart, he'll always have a special place,
I really did miss his smiling face.

Could there be a caveat
Instructing little girls
To stay close to their protectors
Or to find a sentinel?
Little girls do not know
What spurious means,
That a man can appear
Immaculate;
Yet, really be pernicious.
If I knew what a spurious person was,
Or was given a caveat,
Or was provided with a sentinel,
Would my life had gone differently?
Now my heart has been stained,
All I see
Is spurious
Written on every person.
I still look
For a sentinel
To protect me even today.
In my torpid modes,
I lye on my bed
Praying for strength
To one day be free,
And no longer doubt
The goodness of people.

crawl up on the couch
with grunting effort
reaching....
for every precious inch

achieving a small victory
then one deep breath
standing on the arm
balance precarious


suddenly
a volume increasing
rebel, indian, viking berzerker
scream erupts from his chest

as he launches
superman like
into the air
fearless


that his uncles arms
will always be there
then again, again,
and again

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.