TrippedUpRed
Bluelighter
Give me the Pain, scorch my
thoughts.......surrounded in
Ashes....They become Pure...
Laying on the bed
.....face down
Plaster walls curving around us
so thin
My nose is running
I wiped it on my sleeve
By and by.......hoping to do
better (to please)
Cruel
just cruel they say now
My purple turtle neck was clinging
to me
Wrapped around my neck
thrown up more
Exposing my gentile back
.......face down
But she's smiling
her cheeks turning red
as she.....
I just want to play with....
the other kids
Smile like they do
You know, its ok to have a grass stain
on your knee
or
Drop your panda bear sweater
on the ground
No
your Wrong
I just wanted to play with....
Please
don't show others my pain
Time to run and hide
But where to?
Red pepper on my tongue
Sitting on that grassy hill
You know
the one in backyard near the swing-set?
Light is so striking to an
8 year old's wet hazel eyes
The Abyss swallowed it all
Those Plaster Walls shouted
back at me
Reflecting my silent cries
Just as mean
becoming iron to the touch
of little hands
Never discovered till the
sweet younger innocent
saw those iron plaster walls too......
most of my firiends think these are the short words of molestation...guess in a way they are. But they are from a time in my life when i had no where to turn....when i was much younger and actually getting tourtured by the "wicked" stepmother..... almost all of it is behind me, but thought I should start sharing the words i write.
~ReD
thoughts.......surrounded in
Ashes....They become Pure...
Laying on the bed
.....face down
Plaster walls curving around us
so thin
My nose is running
I wiped it on my sleeve
By and by.......hoping to do
better (to please)
Cruel
just cruel they say now
My purple turtle neck was clinging
to me
Wrapped around my neck
thrown up more
Exposing my gentile back
.......face down
But she's smiling
her cheeks turning red
as she.....
I just want to play with....
the other kids
Smile like they do
You know, its ok to have a grass stain
on your knee
or
Drop your panda bear sweater
on the ground
No
your Wrong
I just wanted to play with....
Please
don't show others my pain
Time to run and hide
But where to?
Red pepper on my tongue
Sitting on that grassy hill
You know
the one in backyard near the swing-set?
Light is so striking to an
8 year old's wet hazel eyes
The Abyss swallowed it all
Those Plaster Walls shouted
back at me
Reflecting my silent cries
Just as mean
becoming iron to the touch
of little hands
Never discovered till the
sweet younger innocent
saw those iron plaster walls too......
most of my firiends think these are the short words of molestation...guess in a way they are. But they are from a time in my life when i had no where to turn....when i was much younger and actually getting tourtured by the "wicked" stepmother..... almost all of it is behind me, but thought I should start sharing the words i write.
~ReD
