through the trees, can feel the breeze,
of gentle flapping of butterfly's wings,
its a sight that every child should see,
the beauty of the wonder and discover.

Timely old owls that sound you the hoot,
as gentle as a master playing of a flute,
and when the eagles soar like demons,
the kids are amazed, unlike priest's sermon.

the river flows but its the fountain,
wrap the eyes of a child's like beacon,
the most beautiful of all of nature,
they imagine treasure that's sunken,

Through the trees to mother's embrace,
two little girls remember path they traced,
sweetly hugged around their waists,
the soft saints of a mountain's grace

The one I Iove so very much
Her mind excites me
Her beauty outshines
I didn't know love could be so divine.
So unique and magical
Fulfilling all my dreams
Holding her in my arms
I made her a promise
That I'd always take care
My love is undeniable
Yet i do her such harm
I don't do anything that will make her heart sing
I'm lost in myself
Destructive and misguided
I'm not the someone she needs
Not healthy or strong
She needs things that I no longer provide
She sees the destruction of my mind
I steal her childhood
Day by day
Stuck in my own selfish needs
I made her a promise
That I did not keep
This will forever be what she remembers
Please
Please!
Don't end up like me.

Behind a locked door, there lies a child

You hear the sound of quiet crying as you look at their red face,

Their fever coming to a boil,

Their skin clammy and aching

Their throat so sore it makes no noise

They look into your eyes and
You see defeat,

the wish to scream never coming true

Their eyes turning into a swirl of black nothingness, it almost swallows you hole

Abrupt decline
No pilot driving
Chutes opening
An empty vessel
But your hands are steady
And I feel myself landing

Hardened by times
of neglect,
assault
Years of hostility
I fought
But in your contagious serenity
I feel myself softening

I shouldn’t be here
I am reminded all the time
Constant memories
of it is all my fault
Is it all my fault?
All the gates are closed
But I see your arms opening
And I feel at home

The child inside is terrified
Misshapen intent
Quick to doubt
An injustice
Afraid to feel
A silent crime
Killing her mind
Stop wasting her time
Love and understanding
Vital to her fragile existence

There is a child
Who follows everywhere I go.
Late at night I hear him crying,
Yet my family stirs not.

When he cries,
I’m bound in a straightjacket,
stitched with silence
and the things I don’t know how to say.

I tell him to stop,
But he never listens.
So I muffle his sobs with a pillow
And hide him beneath my blanket

Sometimes he comes out during the day
Wailing for all the world to hear.
I tape his mouth shut
And wait until his tears won't be seen

Mama told me we're just playing hide and seek
with men pretending they're police. I love to play
hide and seek. Don't you too?

We are hiding in my neighbour's closet and
I'm giggling. My mama holds her hand over
both our mouths. I and my

mama sit together quietly but I
am hearing grown-ups yell outside. I ask my
Mama why? No reply.

Then I heard a man and mama's face was ice.
He sounded very angry and he asked me where
we are hid. Then I jumped,

yelled at him: peekaboo!

Now it's my story – and others – you read on the news,
hidden by the oversaturated, gold photo
of the front-man; my miserable life made by him

I remember one birthday
I had 4 presents
in front of me.
Before I would open
I would press down &
feel the wrapping paper.

I sighed as they were all soft,
and every kid knows
That sinking feeling.
I unwrapped nothing but clothes.

I tried to look excited
but it wasn't hard to notice,
something inside of me died.

Then they brought out a large box,
and I knew straight away,
this was going to be a console.

I used to always annoy my brother,
taking over his Atari 2600,
but this time and with glee,
I had the latest, Sega Master System.

Children angrily draw places I dare to crawl,
snapping crayons and enticing dragons,
shifting my blame to a tearful shame,
huffing, puffing, she's always running...
mirror fogged to erase physical flaws

Roping brevity teases and stirs the bees,
fantasy shattered of a ring and knees,
beauty but nor telepathic fiery demon,
pages torn out of today's point-ed sermon.

Huff and puff wishes to break concrete love,
love-birds teasing frantically, annoying above,
sunsets on a beach, not  which crushes,
knots carefully flushed out as mother brushes.

dressed you for the rain
now this snow pelting pain
aww kid ! bad forecast