"What baby?" I said still in shock.
"Your baby girl. You should see her she's beautiful. She's 3." I couldn't say anything then I heard a tiny child voice in the back. A baby. Crying for her mother.
"mama? Mama?!" the baby cried.
"Caroline. Let me talk to her." I whispered my voice returning to me.
"ok. Baby it's daddy. Dada"
"Dada?" The baby girls voice so smooth, delicate, like velvet. I smiled at the voice. I tried repling but nothing came out.
"Daddy?" She said again.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Poems: Dead? Or Stress?
I'm frustrated.
Trapped by 4 walls. No where to venture to no where to hide.
Just 4 walls that make an empty room full of shame.
You sit and ponder thinking
"Why me?"
Then those walls start closing in and you feel like your dieing.
Frustration is like that you start off stressed but by the end...
Your dead.
Whether it's murder. Or suicide. Or natural causes.
But your dead
Trapped by 4 walls. No where to venture to no where to hide.
Just 4 walls that make an empty room full of shame.
You sit and ponder thinking
"Why me?"
Then those walls start closing in and you feel like your dieing.
Frustration is like that you start off stressed but by the end...
Your dead.
Whether it's murder. Or suicide. Or natural causes.
But your dead
Monday, November 14, 2011
The truth hurts pt9
So she does like me. She's toying me and I don't think I like it. She wants me to chase her but I don't know if that will happen. She wants me to want her and I do I just don't know if I should.
"Hello?" I answered my phone.
"Hey Johnny. How have you been?" Caroline.
"Caro how did you get my number? Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?"
"But bab--"
"Don't call me that Caroline." She giggled. Her giggle like Natalies.
"Goodbye Caroline.."
"John don't you want to know how your baby is?"
I froze. What? I thought she aborted it.
"Hello?" I answered my phone.
"Hey Johnny. How have you been?" Caroline.
"Caro how did you get my number? Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?"
"But bab--"
"Don't call me that Caroline." She giggled. Her giggle like Natalies.
"Goodbye Caroline.."
"John don't you want to know how your baby is?"
I froze. What? I thought she aborted it.
poem: masks
Smiles don't mean anything anymore....... Neither do frowns or any other expressions.......
They're just masks you hide behind.
But what about when someone rips your mask off?
Then what?
You stand there.
In shock.
Identity-less......
Don't be what other people want you to be.
DON'T hide behind your masks.
The masks you make to hide behind
They're just masks you hide behind.
But what about when someone rips your mask off?
Then what?
You stand there.
In shock.
Identity-less......
Don't be what other people want you to be.
DON'T hide behind your masks.
The masks you make to hide behind
Sunday, November 13, 2011
poem: payback
Revenge.
What is it?
It's their just desserts.
It's your happiness and stress relieved.
Revenge is never the answer.....
Well....
Sometimes it is....
:)
What is it?
It's their just desserts.
It's your happiness and stress relieved.
Revenge is never the answer.....
Well....
Sometimes it is....
:)
Saturday, November 5, 2011
The truth hurts pt 8
"No. I didn't. He killed me." She replied.
"Please elaborate on this phrase." I said pushing feelings aside.
"Which phrase?" She was toying with me.
"The phrase 'No. I didn't. He killed me.' That phrase Natalie." She was getting in my head.
"Well I don't know what you want me to say. No means like I did not. I is me. Didn't is like did not. He is--"
"Natalie no. You know thats NOT what I meant." She smiled very devishly and my heart started racing.
* * * *
He looked uneasy. I laughed and he trembled. This man feared me, I've done no wrong though.
"John if you want to know how he killed me you could just ask." I smiled and tried to reassure him I did no wrong.
"Yes, Natalie if you must tell me I'd be more than happy to hear your story." He replied, recollecting his thoughts.
"Well let's see. Maybe it was because he abused me. Or maybe it was how he cheated on me. Or I don't know the constant cursing and fighting." I felt tears rising and I looked down and swallowed my tears and lost my voice by then.
"Natalie how come you didn't call the police?" He continued without hesitation.
I had had enough for one day. I got up and tried opening the door. John nodded and butthead Diaz opened the door with his big gun. I turned got handcuffed and then I was escorted home with 3 guards. 2 males and 1 female to watch over me.
"Bye Johnny." I whispered on my way out.
"Bye..." He said
** **
"Please elaborate on this phrase." I said pushing feelings aside.
"Which phrase?" She was toying with me.
"The phrase 'No. I didn't. He killed me.' That phrase Natalie." She was getting in my head.
"Well I don't know what you want me to say. No means like I did not. I is me. Didn't is like did not. He is--"
"Natalie no. You know thats NOT what I meant." She smiled very devishly and my heart started racing.
* * * *
He looked uneasy. I laughed and he trembled. This man feared me, I've done no wrong though.
"John if you want to know how he killed me you could just ask." I smiled and tried to reassure him I did no wrong.
"Yes, Natalie if you must tell me I'd be more than happy to hear your story." He replied, recollecting his thoughts.
"Well let's see. Maybe it was because he abused me. Or maybe it was how he cheated on me. Or I don't know the constant cursing and fighting." I felt tears rising and I looked down and swallowed my tears and lost my voice by then.
"Natalie how come you didn't call the police?" He continued without hesitation.
I had had enough for one day. I got up and tried opening the door. John nodded and butthead Diaz opened the door with his big gun. I turned got handcuffed and then I was escorted home with 3 guards. 2 males and 1 female to watch over me.
"Bye Johnny." I whispered on my way out.
"Bye..." He said
** **
Poem: Pain
Blood, Sweat, Tears, Bruises
Just some of the things you go through.
It takes hardwork and dedication.
You put a smile on even when you want to cry.
You suck it up pop the bone back into place and continue.
That.
Is.
Dance.
Dance. Is. My. Life.
I live pain
Just some of the things you go through.
It takes hardwork and dedication.
You put a smile on even when you want to cry.
You suck it up pop the bone back into place and continue.
That.
Is.
Dance.
Dance. Is. My. Life.
I live pain
Poem: Hugs and Kisses
Hugs are people's way of saying I feel sorry for you.
Your a sorry self person.
Kisses are people's way of saying my hugs aren't working.
So I'm making your life less pathetic.
Your welcome.
Next time tell them this.
YOUR a pathetic sorry selfed person.
Thank you very much.
Then you win. No hugs no kisses, no pity.
But they can kiss it. ;)
Your a sorry self person.
Kisses are people's way of saying my hugs aren't working.
So I'm making your life less pathetic.
Your welcome.
Next time tell them this.
YOUR a pathetic sorry selfed person.
Thank you very much.
Then you win. No hugs no kisses, no pity.
But they can kiss it. ;)
Poem: Hearts?
Is it true what they say?
With everyheartbreak your closer to your happily ever after.
I doon't believe that.
We live in the real world.
There is NO happily ever after!
There's always fighting and arguing. Tears and screams.
So those of you who believe your prince charming will come.
I'm sorry to say.....
HE WON'T
With everyheartbreak your closer to your happily ever after.
I doon't believe that.
We live in the real world.
There is NO happily ever after!
There's always fighting and arguing. Tears and screams.
So those of you who believe your prince charming will come.
I'm sorry to say.....
HE WON'T
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