STOLEN INNOCENCESTOLEN INNOCENCEMaybe you're wondering why the title is bold,well that is because a story needs to be toldThis isn't your average poem about a personal thing;actually, it's about a subject that makes my heart sting.Picture a girl, no younger than five whose heart is filled with joy and is oh so alive.Think of the teen you may call your best friendwho just might have nearly met a bitter end.Think of the boy, you might have once knownwhose purity was taken before he was grown.Think of the men women stolen awayonly to be tortured and sold another day.What am I referring to? you may ask.Well this poem of explanation, is my next task.They're the victims of pain and despair; whose hearts did breakon the day they were robbed when people their innocence did take.Innocent and unknowing were these people like you and I;those who, today, are often passed by.Without being able to fight back, they were molested and raped,with hands bound tightly and mouth duct taped.
.........Today....I had someone unknown text me.......asking me..."why do you try? what's the point?"......I replied..."the point is located at the end of my razor blade"...................again...they repeated..."what's the point?"....I said..."to draw on my body"........they replied.."your not worth anything"....while I ended with a.."that's one of my pictures I drew on my arm"..........
AugenblickAugenblickDie Haut meiner Seele,so dünn wie Papier-zittrig,verschlossen hinter dicken Türen.Dennoch öffne ich dir.Verborgen im Schwarzen in all seiner Pracht,liegt mein Ich verborgen,mit all seiner Macht.Ich greife verunsichert, schnell deine Hand,lasse dich mich führen,du hast wohl erkannt-wer ich bin.Warum.Du sagst nichts, doch ich sehe es in deinen Augen.Deine Weisheit und mein tiefes Vertrauen,es lässt mich nicht los,doch sag mir-wohin führt das bloß?Du hältst meine Hand,lässt mich dich führen.Öffnest mir deine verschlossenen Türen.Ich hab dich erkannt.
Wer du bist.Warum.Ein Traum der nie endet,Porzellan, das nie bricht.Ein Weg der nie wendet.Das Licht,das nie erlischt.
HealIs this what a recovery looks like?My mind is free but my body is too tightThere's clothes that I can buy but they can't fit me rightSometimes I miss being sick becauseI could measure love with numbers instead of wordsI couldn't sleep butMy grades came in firstMy heart can beat againBut now it can't stop-Living with the cureIs harder than I thought.Is this what a happy ending is?A loss of control and winning againI'm in my dreamworld but inside I'm still aliveThe same girl that has a woman's mind.
............I can't do this anymore.............
A POEM FOR A FRIENDI've got a friend,she's not of this world,Her skin isn't green,her hair isn' curled.She still is amazing,like no other one,her smile is just perfect!She can beam like the sun!And in days when she's sad,I'm down as well,because I can't bear to seewhen life gives her hell.She's truly spiffing!She's cute, funny and bright!And I'm proud to say that,I've got her on my side.Her name is Charlotte,and she's absolutely grand!I love her, because she ismy best friend.
Deshbo.In a world so marred by careless glances,trifling terrors andno second chances -it's hard to live as a romantic,but still I'll ask you for all of thedances.
Hold My Hand Hold my Hand. Hold my hand and let the night drift away , Allow the joy of silence a time to play , Hold my hand , your soul touches me , Allow the freedom of love to comfort thee . Hold my hand and drift to lands afar , Allow our hearts to join and never part , Hold my hand , touch us deep inside , Allow our minds to coincide . Hold my hand and let the day arrive , Allow the light in , and come alive , Hold my hand , the sun is here to stay , Allow all pleasures to start another day .-------------------------//----------------------------- Written by Doodles 15 / 10 /2014 
Being Atheist....Years and years.Slinging accusations against me.For what?Being different!Tears and tears.Since the day of critizicism.For what?Having different opinions!Names.And.Names...."Evil""Malicious""A Nazi""Go fucking kill yourself, ugly goth girl!"(Tempest tears drowning me to death....)Words.And.Words....."You're stupid""You you know nothing""What's wrong with you""Get the fuck out of the world!"(I screamed and shouted in blood and ran way....)Madness and madness.They lecture me.For what?Being faithless!Badness and badness.They torture me.For what?Being atheist............... *sigh*
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