Updated: Dec 11, 2019
While going through some things I found some poems back from the time when poetry and writing what's my passion. Because I am now more of an artist then a writer, I want to combine these poems with works of art that I've done.
It seems most of my blog post that are most viewed have to do with my story and the art that has been those posts. So here we go laying my heart on my sleeve.
I have four poems about the same time of my life that I want to put into a story and then add art with it.
Poem one mind spell.
Alone and afraid scared bruised and beaten.
When the gut-wrenching pain is happening, I feel like screaming.
Tears roll down my beat red face.
Running, driving anything to get away.
Escaping the memories, the pain last all over again.
Feeling alone in the misery that is called life.
(This is a coloring page that I printed out and then colored with markers.)
Poem two dreams unfold into nightmares.
my dream was peaceful until it and fold it into a nightmare. I felt like the grim reaper was knocking at my door. Why not answer because I am not ready to leave. I still have plenty left to do in this world too much to accomplish.
my dreams are not achieved yet I want to finish them. I still feel like my feet are running and I am staying in place. Take all these hurtful thoughts away before I scream.
I don't want to fall anymore. I'm tired of falling into nothing at all.
(Written by me August 31, 2013)
Poem three: Dark love.
Some people want to be loved, lots of people feel alone.
Lynn knows she has a problem with death.
When has come close to dying before, then she went to the psychiatric hospital where she met Foster.
Foster promised her what she always wanted, a happy relationship, to be a listener for all her problems.
Foster and Lynn both had trust issues but are working on it together.
"I love you Foster!", Said Lynn. "I love you Lynn and want to marry you.", Said Foster.
Lynn was very happy.
(Wrote by me on June 27, 2014)
Poem four: Hello anyone there?
Can anyone hear me when I scream? Does anyone know I am here six feet under below the ground? Do they know I have been buried alive? Will they ever find me!
Does anyone know I am missing? Have they been looking for me? Where are the police probably sitting on their butts! Does anyone notice I am gone?
I heard my mom she is at the end of my grave. She says to someone I heard she killed herself. Jumped off a bridge. They got there too late to stop her.
my mom is lying I was walking home from school and they kidnapped me. Then raped me and buried me alive. I don't remember much other than his words to me "you wanted this".
So, who will save me? I guess no one.
(Written by me September 19, 2014)
(This is a door in the woods done digitally in an app called Recolor. It done with a canvas style filter.)
For a very long time I was under the impression set this guy really loved me. When I fail to see where all the signs. What I fail to see where the arguments but each time escalated. As I sit here and write this post my thoughts are not that I put myself in that position but that I stay in that position.
If he hits you, he will do it again. Don't stay because you think he loves you and don't feel sorry for yourself because their relationship didn't work out. Know that inside your heart the right man is waiting for you.
Love is something that does exist even if sometimes we think it's a fantasy.
The domestic violence abuse hotline number is 1-800-799-7233.
P.s. I am in a very happy and healthy relationship now. I have a child and my mission is to do everything in my power to raise him to be an exceptional young gentleman. This is not about my current EX although he did similar things sure. I grew up in a household where my father wasn't incarcerated it felt like world war 3 daily. I was lucky enough to have my grandparents and family to help me and guide me to the right path.
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