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Comment by Cameron S. on March 3, 2009 at 1:59am

~Rachel I have a feeling that if our past younger versions of ourselves saw us now they would beet us up lol. Actually as nieve as this sounds. a lot of that stuff is very true still today.

~Des your work is very disctiptive. I wish you could fix the structure for I feel like a am reading a journal/story I'm intriged yet I feel like your putting yourself very open and not many people are able to do that. keep up the good work.

~lenore much better very forceful as well I picture somone reading/spoken word on that peace. ^_^ Kinda funny How all it takes in one person to save a life. pfffft and they say we need degrees to help people. Hah hah ha, I laugh at that. I have helped a few people in similar situations...To tell you the truth I am actually surprised that my poem "Dolls" actually stayed. I know it was very hard hitting, and do to the content of what it was about even with the warning I put I'm still a bit surprised it was not deleted. ^^;
~Nicole lol that's the point I liked seeing another side of you :P

Comment by Rachel on March 1, 2009 at 4:42pm

Thank you Cameron.
EVERYONE: I have read all the latest poems. I love and respect all of them. Some are disturbing but true and thoughtful. Others are very interesting and seem like the mere idea of them came from one of those odd silences where you're able to just stare at something and think of the deep meaning of things. Anyway, here's another of mine:

AS FAR AS I KNOW
by: Rachel

As far as I know
The grass is green
The sky is blue
Love is pure
Life is long
Music is full
Childeren are the joy
Art is fine
History is the future
Nature is the Mother
Books are the mind
Sports are the body
Friends are true
Sisters are there
Brothers are the humor
Parents are wise
Pets are the comfort
Earth is whole
School is the knowledge
Truth is the heart
Cuorage is the soul
Pain has a reason
Religion dosn't need one
space is empy
We all should fill it



I wote this when i was 12 and nieve but you know a girl could dream. I'll admit it's not one of my best but it is one of my first so...

Comment by Desfrata on March 1, 2009 at 2:57pm

Forgotten Lord of the timeless whisper!

Timeless tales, unspoken truths, endless whispers flow through timeless dreams echoing throught our hearts and our minds.

As feathers fall from wings, so does the rain fall. As the rain drips off the feathers falling from the sky; The feathers start to looking like petals falling from a tree.

Falling petals of unspoken truth. Whispering truths in the winds as they fall.

I stand before the petals as they dance in the wind, closing my eyes I can hear their whispers,their truths unraveling in my mind.

Forget they whisper,Forget the pain,the sorrow,the lament,the agony.Forget because your already forgotten.

Timeless echos from those who have lost all and not spared a thing. Whispers of their hate start to corrupt the land that which the petals fall.

In the end I found out these whispers are mine from past lives endlessly calling out to me.

-Des

P.S. I wrote this a while back because well all seek unspoken truths. Hope you like it.

Comment by Desfrata on March 1, 2009 at 2:50pm

A Coin tells it's tale.- A coin simple and plane tells every tale. For one side is always in the light, the other side is always in the dark. What of the edge of this coin. I am neither light nor darkness, I am not the edge of this coin. For I am the sphere this coin makes when its fliped. I break down the towers that bring us to the brink. I awaken peoples minds to the reality thats cracking and shattering around them.Till all that remains is pure untained truth beyond understanding and beyond reason. Falling from grace was just the begining I landed on my feet and walked away from the false reality of the worlds passing dreams. To never speak in this world to never reach into this world to leave this world of lies broken and in ruin. Their whispers those innocent whispers of the fallen have not gone unheard in this world of torrmented truths. Looking at the worlds infinity of sorrow , hate,dispear.betryal. I find myself asking whats the point to challange everything if your are left with nothing, the simple fact that I could challange everything. As I sit here at the foot of this tree watching the leaves fall. Not one leaf falls near me but instead all around me like one endless cycle of faith.

I wrote this poem a half a year or so ago I was thinking about the truths of this worlds reality through my eyes.

Sincerly-Des

Comment by Lenore on March 1, 2009 at 10:53am

I rewrote the poem!


Untitled
Lenore

Screams echo within chamber walls
I don't know if i can bear it all.
Vibrations Overbearing
Pain over powering
Doubled over, fists clenched tight
Why won't this end?
Why must i suffer through this?
This Agony?
This pain?
This torture?
This humiliation?
This horrid fate?

Walls pounded to dust
Feelings no more
Memory vanished
They did this
They made me suffer
Just to see me crack
They wanted to see me
Rupture
Break
Fall to nothing

Well they got their wish
They got more than their wish
Something that they didn't bargain for

Even in my deathbed
I'll get my revenge
Somehow
Somewhere

They will suffer
The pain
The agony
The humiliation
The torture
Their horrid fate

They will know
They will feel
They will shatter
Break into a million piece
Fall before Death

They will beg
For Death's cold hand
He will not forsaken them
He will grant no mercy
Straight to the burning sulfur
They'll head

They won't know when
They won't know how
They will know
When it is
Too
Late

Comment by Lenore on March 1, 2009 at 10:45am

Cameron- You put a huge smile on my face... i'm still not real used to everyone being so nice. That is probably my favorite thing about this website, everyone is open and kind and really helpful. Your poems are awesome... still. Your poem Dolls is amazing, and i completely agree. It reminds me of my friend, she was sexually abused twice, she wasn't broadcasted online. It stuck with her, even 5 years later, she even tried to commit suicide. I'm soooooo glad that i met her, and she is to. I talked her out of it. It still amazes me that we only knew each other for a few months and i was able to save her life... Now we are literally like sisters we do everything together and support each other. Actually Forbidden Identity is a book i'm writing about a girl getting raped, she goes back to school, and her teacher tells them to draw the first thing that pops in their mind, for some reason she draws the man who raped her and the teacher looks at the face and asks, 'Why did you draw my son?' Anyway I've dedicated it towards my friend and i've even named the teacher after the women that first abused her. So like i said i completely agree. And i'd love to hear the poem about the rubber duck! :P

Nicole- your poem is beautiful! It makes me think of my aunts abuse, she loved her husband so much and he beat her, she denied it and blew it off. One day however her 2 sons were harmed and that seemed to wake her up, she left and divorced him, he is now i jail.

Comment by Cameron S. on March 1, 2009 at 12:05am

This is about the innocence of child hood friends. lol btw c.p.s. are my initials....is what i did actually a la-git copyright lol hope people like and it helps soften the last one i posted

Child Hood Friends
by
Cameron S.
~shadow

Their once was a child true and fare.
Who traveled the world without a doubt,
and a care.
Always curious, an ever so playful and free.
She loved all things, from the bears
to the bees.

One day she came across something brand new she
found something like her yet…
So different too.
She said who are you and it replied “hello to you”
My name is Lue “it is a pleasure to meet you”.
Who are you?
She said “hello to you too, my name is Sally Sue and
never have I met something close nor
anything like you.”

That’s not surprising, I’m one of a kind it’s true.
I had to say hello to the kind hearted,
Good Sally Sue.
Can we be friends dear Sally Sue? I promise I will play with you here everyday at noon if that’s
ok with you.

So Sally played a lot with Lue. Like playing tag,
hide and seek to. They talked about everything that
they new.
One day Sally had to say goodbye to Lue
His parents got a new job and he had to go move,

Sue and Lue made a pact that day. Their friendship would stay true blue and they’d be friends forever
Sally and Lue

March 8th 2007 copyright C.P.S.
over too Peru

Comment by Cameron S. on February 28, 2009 at 11:45pm

THIS IS FARE WARNING. THIS ONE IS ABOUT A SENSITIVE SUBJECT DO TO WHAT IT IS ABOUT I FEEL IT NECESSARY THAT YOU READ THIS BEFOR THE POEM ITSELF. It's some of my older work, but tends to cut on a deep issue of how sexual abuse is wrong, and the people that get thrills about it are guilty as the ones who did it. I do my best to not judge, though things like this upset me a great deal. especially when they still happen to this very day.

Dolls
By
Cameron S.
~Shadow

As I stare at the walls,
I’m stared at by dolls,
spearing my flesh and searching my soul.

Eyes made of marble never looked so cold.
Seeing all that happens, and knowing it all.
I sit in the corner and am forced to do what I am told.
They get their thrills by abusing a seven year old.
My words are on death ears
And the dolls won’t and can never tell a soul

As I shiver and shake the men grow bolder
They beat me again till my own blood,
stains my clothes and my soul.
While you all you dolls watching online do nothing,
but watch as they forcefully remove all my clothes.
And watch as I’m raped.
Guess no one cares if I’m forever scarred,
I suppose…

Comment by Cameron S. on February 28, 2009 at 11:37pm

This one is not so much in poem format though it felt right to add. Is very vivid I hope (that's what I was going for with this peace ;) Enjoy!

Resurrection of the damned
By
Cameron S.
~Shadow

As I first awaken I feel numb.
Through the scorching hot air I gasp for breath,
only to take in what taste and feels like sand in my lungs.
I look at myself and around me to see what once used to be.
Yet I feel no more then a shell of what I once was.
As I work myself back up I look around to see the area barren.
Neither plants nor any signs of life other then little remains of ruble.
Buildings that I do not recognize, on a land I do not seem to know.
I try and find a purpose of something.
Even though I feel like I can’t obtain, yet I must.
So I travel alone on this cursed land on my own in search not knowing what I must find.
Forever more as an ever wondering lost soul.

Comment by Cameron S. on February 28, 2009 at 11:35pm

This is not my usual type of poem but I felt compelled to put it out here so thus I did. As always I look foreword to hearing peoples thoughts and critique. (lol)

Light My Way
By
Cameron S.
~Shadow

Light my way…
Lead me forward, not astray.
Why do we hurt?
Why do we cry?
Why do these tears, seem
to stay glued in our eyes.

We try smiling,
and showing off a grin.
Though deep down inside,
We feel lost.
Like we can’t win.

How do we tell someone,
exactly what we feel?
When we all have these expectations
Of how we should act.
As well as should feel.
Won’t you light my way?
Let me know everything’s all right.

Won’t you light my way?
Hold me close…
Hold me tight…
Wont you light my way?

Guide me in my times of grief and strife.
For I feel as weak as a candles flame,
Please don’t let me get put out.
Won’t you light my way?
Show me a new path.
Won’t you light my way up from this shady life.
Won’t you Light my way?
Please just take me away,
from this place!
At least for today…

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