Rotting corpses, a skeleton of a flower haunting her happy dreams.
She's just a child, why must she face this?
It grows darker, filled with unknown terror,
her imagination feeding on the fear and pain.
She doesn't deserve this.
Her dream becomes her worst nightmare, filled with twisted reality and mutilated happiness.
Clowns smiling their haunting smiles, glowing red eyes of kitty, the twisted and tortured world she loves.
She smiles as she take in this demented and distorted story.
Dolls filled which pins, wings of a butterfly strewn across the floor, skeletons of flowers, fragile and haunting.
She picks one up and breathes in the scent of death and blood.
The flower turns to ash, blowing into her eyes and blinding her to all that might have been.
Broken mirrors, her teddy with a knife through his heart, torn and stained dresses.
A world forbidden to her; all beauty betrayed.
Betrayed to tears that turn to blood which soak her hands, pressed against her heart trying to remember how to forget.
Story books ripped and torn from her hands, shining jewelry shattered before her eyes could close, train tracks to death.
All before her smiling face.
Smiling, laughing, cutting up her memories into broken hearts.
Obsessed with this numbless horror.
Dancing with voodoo dolls, kissing faceless shadows, singing her tortured lullabies. She's just a little girl.
She doesn't deserve this.
And the worst part is,
she loves it.
Author notes
me and a friend wrote this poem over the thanksgiving holiday.
we tryed to use a variety of vocabulary and feelings. hmm, so tell me what you think.
Written December 8th, 2003
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What a great bit of writing. This is just hypnotic.
david -
Another intense write..I'm glad I decided to check out your work. Your imagery in this poem is beautiful and haunting. I can just picture this girl in her totured world, yet living as happily as she is able. MadamOzzy also made a good point--you do have to cope with the bad things (in whatever way you choose), or they truly will devour you entirely. I love this.
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Excellent
This poem was very beautiful, though many people wont understand it unless they've lives through it, it is a good ending, but I think its better that she enjoys it, for as long as your happy, why does it matter what makes you happy, and sometimes, you have to cope with bad things, or they will kill you -
Unfortunately I can relate to this all too well. When pain is the only part of life that you know it is the thing you become most comfortable with. I am not sure if anyone actually comes to enjoy the pain as much as it just comes to make them feel real. You captured the soul of an abused child and brought it to life with such a vivd image to see. An image most people don't want to see but is such a sad reality. The use of metaphors in here was perfect as well.
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Well, I am certainly surprised with it...
The whole poem is so sad and so painful and she enjoys it...that's a wicked ending...I love it
Really, it's absolutely WOW! Totally awesome twist, though that may be even more sad that she does enjoy such pain as is brought unto her...Beautiful pain...
Much thanks for sharing
Cheerios!!
Meg
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great
Dancing with voodoo dolls, kissing faceless shadows, singing her tortured lullabies.
^ thats awesome. very descriptive and inviting. its like dancing with the devil straight into hell.
And the worst part is,
she loves it.
^that part suprised me. it sounds so horrible for the poor child, then it turns out shes twisted it that way. great work. -
The imagery is really good in this... I like how she's trying to remember how to forget, I can totally relate to that. The last line is really good too, about the way you learn to love the pain... I think that everyone who reads this will get something different out of it but it's really good.
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