FieryFlame• Show poetry

Here's my, "Hey, there!" I'm no longer new to the website, and I've basically got it all figured out. I was off for quite a while, because I had a long writing block. But, then I had inspiritation, and hurried to write it down. But, anyway, I'm sure you all know how it feels to know what your talking about, and not be able to write it down the way you want. Well, I have some poems I like, other's I don't. But, I can't just really delete them. The better ones, are after..uh..getting, er, better. I appreciate critical comments, and I'm not offended by them (most of the time). Well. I'm a young "poet", if even that. My best friend's on this site, and she's got some pretty good poems (better then mine. XD) Well..bye. (or not)H
mm. What to say now?
Oh! I know...

-PLEASE READ THIS-

My name is Sarah. I am but three, My eyes are swollen. I cannot see, I must be stupid. I must be bad, What else could have made my daddy so mad? I wish I were better. I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all. I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up all the day long When I awake I'm all alone the house is dark My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight! Don't make a sound! I just heard a car. My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls. I press myself Against the wall. I try and hide From his evil eyes. I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more,I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain Again and again. Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor. My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy murdered me.

-I'M AGAINST CHILD ABUSE-

What now? A jokish type thing. Yeah.
One funny thing to do, on a long elevator ride...
#1. Stare at a passenger, and then say.."Your one of THEM!" Move into far corner, of the elevator.

I do enter a lot of contests..ones that sound interesting, and think I have a chance (which is a few) I know I may be a critic, to myself, but...I'm started to shy away, from a lot of competitions. I'm 13, which..I suppose is a young age, to write poetry. I can't help but feel..like I'm not going to win anything, with all these adults, and older kids entering really good poems.
Don't get me wrong.
I do check out all the new competitions. But, if I see a lot of entries, or a couple of really-good ones..don't count on me, entering.
Well..I think I've said enough.
Or have I?




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I know! This might sound..weird.
I LOVE the little, "New System Message: " things..I know. Weird..but hey..I love 'em. Oh, and NSM's too. (New system message), and..well. Ya!