Misskaoz• Show poetry

Well not sure what you say about me, only that didn't ever think I would be good at poetry and it seems I got a knack for it. May not be the best, but there is something there. How do I write you ask? Well I have no clue. My mind is like a tornado and sometimes I can separate a few words and put them together all nice like. :-) I honestly don't know how I write, just that when my fingers itch, I normally pull about 10 poems out of the air in an hour. It drives me crazy sometimes I could be asleep and wake up wanting to write. I know nothing about the book stuff of poetry, but I am willing to learn. I have no idea about rhyme, prose, meter, free write, free verse, etc. Don't know what any of it is, but I did just recently learn prompt. If you are willing to teach me some book smarts on poetry, feel free to send a message. That's all for now. I will think of more later. I also have noticed that my poetry tends to be mixed up. I lend towards the dark side more, but I also have love poems, erotica, and many different kinds. I haven't figured out what any styles are yet, but I am using new ones every day. I would really love for you to read a few of my poems if you are visiting and give some opinionated opinions. You can't get no better than that. I am looking for a ghost write. I want a poem written about my life I just can't seem to write one my self. Maybe I am too close to the pain. All credit would go to author. I just want to read my life portrayed in a poetic way. If you are interested, let me know. I might be posting a contest for this if I come up with enough points. Already have a contest out there that ate all my points.

I believed the following poem came from Celene's Author Page, which I got from Marshall013004 Author Page. It was asked that you post this on your page to take a stand against child abuse. Not sure who is the author, but all credit goes to them not me.

A poem for dedication:

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.

THIS POEM IS NOT ABOUT ME!
WE NEED TO STOP CHILD ABUSE - PLEASE SUPPORT THIS AND PLACE THIS POEM ON YOUR PROFILE PAGE!!