Sad Reality

Close your eyes,
Gently bite your lip,
Try not to scream,
We don't want to wake anyone,
It will all be over soon,
Just like before I snuck in,
Like always,
Through your window,
It is a small climb,
But it is worth it,
Remember not a peep,
This is our private time,
No one else needs to know,
Your best friend does not,
Your parents do not,
Just close your eyes,
Gently bite your lip,
Try not to scream,
We don't want to wake anyone,
It will all be over soon,
You really should not play,
Hard to get is not nice,
I know you want me,
You may say no,
But I know you really mean yes,
Everynight through your window,
It is a small climb,
But it is worth it,
You really do like it,
Otherwise you would speak,
Tell your mother,
Or your friends,
You know you want me.

Ah, such a nice poem. Wouldn't you agree? Well, I am certain you know what the poem is about, and if not, just keep reading. This poem is about a girl, who is raped by a boy. Simple as that. She is afriad and embarrased of what happened. So she never tells anyone. She was in 9th grade when this started, and the guy was in 11th grade. This went on for about a year, and a few months. They met towards the end of her 9th grade year, and she thought he was nice and sweet. The first time was after an end of the school year party. There was alcoholic beverages, but she didn't have any. He had offered her once, but she turned it down. It was late into the night, and she asked him to take her home. As they drove they talked a bit, about what they were going to do durring the summer. When he got her home, all the lights were out, and the door was locked. She had forgotten her key. He asked her if she had a way to get in. She told him that her window can't lock and it opens up from the outside really easy. She went to climb it, although she was wearing a skirt, he didn't look. She thought that was really sweet of him, and she was still wide awake, so she invited him to come up and talk. Right in the middle of a sentance, he leaned in and gently kissed her. She blushed, but kissed him back, and then pulled away. He advanced on her. She was too scared to scream.

This is where your imagination takes over, I am not going to describe this. It really was horrible.

Well, afte the one year and few months of being raped. She never really trusted a guy again. The only ones that could actually talk to her would be her parents. They didn't know what happened of course. She made it to the age of 23, a week and two days before she turned 24. Her parents went out of town for the week to go on a vacation. When they returned, they found the house cleaned and everything in order as she promised she would keep it. They went upstairs, because they didn't see her downstairs to thank her for keeping the house cleaned.

Now this is another horrible thing. I am not going to even begin to explain what was beyond her door. It gives me chills just thinking about it. Needless to say, she took her life the morning before they got home.

Here is the other side of this story. He is now 27 or 28 years old. And he is living just fine. He has married, and has a few kids. He refuses to remember what happened over that year. He is nice to his wife, and treats her right. His children are happy and love him, they aren't scared of him. He has a nice little house, with a steady job. He isn't rich, but he isn't broke, he manages to make ends meet and still have money left over for a bit of fun with the family.

*places his paper that he is reading from down* Isn't this a lovely story? Feel free to leave your comments on this. While this is something different, it still has a poem. Think of the story as just a little added bonus.

Through the times

Hello my friend,
It seems to be that time again,
You have comforted me so much before,
So please comfort me again,
You seem to be the one,
Which has always been there for me,
The only one who really understands,
No matter where or how,
You have been there for me,
Through the bad times,
I could always press on you,
While in the good times,
I always enjoyed,
But they never lasted long,
So I have spent much time with you,
Although time has done its part,
You have dulled a bit,
But you are still sharp,
You have gained your age,
Which has brought wisdom,
You really are old,
You have grown rusted,
This is the last time,
That you will comfort me,
You know you will leave your mark,
The thing that spreads,
The one that stays till I die,
This is when we say goodbye,
For you have grown old,
While I am still young,
So this is the last time,
That I ask for your comfort,
Because I won't need it after this,
This is how I thank you,
Thanks for being there.

Interesting three

Feelings,
Emotions,
These signify a human,
So in a sense,
Human isn't a physical state,
But an emotional state,
Why else would heartless,
Feelingless,
Emotionless,
Beings be called inhuman,
Are they not male or female,
Have four limbs and a head,
They look no different than you,
Yet they are inhuman,
They may have brutally murdered a three year old child,
They are called a monster,
They are called inhuman,
Why is that,
Then the simple deffinition for a human,
Would be feelings and emotion,
And it is in this since,
I would consider msyelf not all human.

Ah, *nods* another heart filled peice, it is quite nice isn't it. *nods again* Just leaves you thinking right....no, wrong. I am sure most of you have already thought about this at least once or twice.*shakes his head and begins reciting again*

When the world stops spinning,
Over the screams of them all,
Reasons that you couldn't understand,
The plane of earth will be covered,
Hell on earth will have arrived,
Lesser demons with pore through the holes,
Everyone will die,
Still the heaven will rain down on the earth,
Souls will cry in the eternal torment.

Interesting *bows* what one can type when he puts his mind to it. Well, this little piece isn't about me, so please don't tell me i am not. I simply find choosing words helps to write poems. Here would be another example...*begins reciting again*

Heaven can call those to it,
And some of us will follow,
People that accept it will be saved,
People who deny it will be damned,
In this little world of ours,
Neither me nor my soul can be saved,
Eternal torment is what rests in my after life,
Somtimes I wish I believe,
Someone wished I believed too.

Ah three lovely pieces, *bows* i hope you all enjoyed them. Now, my children, i must be off to that little place called no where. *bows one last time and begins to walk of stage...as you see me off the stage and can see no more, there is a gunshot...then a loud yell* HERETIC.....*laughter from me...*Better believe it....*laughter ends in a gourgle....followed by a small thud of something landing on the ground*

Humans...

Zombies that come from my dreams,
After the cold sweat wakes me,
Causing insomnia to take it's hold,
Hence there is the pain that I have lost you.


Grind your heart,
Rip it apart,
Over the one you lost,
Wither away and die.


Until the pain that will never ease,
Passes the hurt that will always bleed.

I really doubt they will.....*shrugs* but what can you do. Just let them be them....confused? Good, means that i am good at getting the point across to people with out them realizing it...*bows and takes his leave*