A Good Heart

Broken in half
Rotting inside me
Unwanted
Unusable
Forsaken
A good heart
Wasted
Wounded and bruised
But with every tear
A wound is healed
A scar fades
And the seeds of hope
Sprout love
Suddenly happiness
Is no longer just a dream

Halloween

The eye is full
Its shadow at ease
On this night of all hallows eve
Darkness falls to kill the day
 And even the faithful cease to pray
Yet souls are filled with jubilee
Not you my dear
On part of me
You rattle your chains
You shout and scream
But all it brings is pleasure you see
As I smile at my control
Red tears dripping from my fingers
Only tonight shall i linger
And call my bretheren out of rest
You tried to stop me
You did your best
But i still conquer
And laugh as you squirm
You rule the day
But tonight its our turn
A cloak of darkness will cover your eyes
You will awaken to a great surprise
Bodies pilled high
Blood painting the walls
All are seen
As we answer the call
Tonight is our right
And we claim whats ours
We are the evil within you
And toninght we're incharge.

Scream

I was walking through the woods on my way home. Just trying to forget all that happened. Trying that day when everything came crumbling down so many years ago. I could still feel his gaze on my body, his hands exploring me up and down; ripping away my innocence. I could even smell him, so strongly. I kept walking trying to ignore these bouts of insanity. I tried to ignore the imaginary footsteps i heard behind me and the smell of whiskey that blew on the breeze.  I didnt want to turn around for fear that he might be there. I stopped for a second to catch my breath when a familiar pair of arms wrapped around me and spun me around.  I closed my eyes and let loose the loudest scream humaly possible.  When i opened my eyes he was gone.

Homecoming

Homecoming, a time to get all glammed up and gorgeous, party all night, and have a little one on one time with your sweetheart. Nah, not for me. My personal oppinion is that people have put way too much emphasis on homecoming.  Its the first home game of the football season....nothing more. Why does it need its own court? What's so special about it that it deserves its own Queen, and what's so special about the queen herself? Nothing, that's what. Nothing at all.

Blues Clues Blanket

Blue and purple all over with the adorable little dog and her characteristicly bright shining eyes and happy expression staring you dead on in an attempt to fill your mind with happy innocent thoughts. Its the most precious piece of my sisters childhood that is in my possession.  The day came some months ago when my dear little sister decided she was too old for such childish things.  " Im ten", she said, "I dont need this anymore". She flung it on the couch beside our single father who had done everything in his power to keep us well and contempt and then returned to her room to continue with her " Big girl" activities.  I snatched up the blanket and went to my room where i hid it safe and sound to keep forever.  Christmas came soon after and it changed my and my sisters lives eternally.  For a few months leading up to this moment Catherine's mother had been making a seemingly futile attempt to gain custody of her and through her; revenge on our father for leaving her and taking us to safety. On Christmas day, in the haughty and egotistical countenance that she always bares, she informed our father of his defeat. Immediately upon reception of this awful news i ran to my room and unearthed the blanket that i had come to cherish so much.  As i held the blanket i was transported  into my distant memories. Time ran backwards until i found myself sitting on the couch at our old house with my sister all snuggled up next to me, wrapped in that very blanket. I was reminded of all the days we spent together, cold and alone while our dad worked and her mother left us there in selfish haste to get to an unknown destination.  I was reminded of all the times when in her three year old ignorance Catherine sweetly said to me " Mommy will you make me a sandwich?".  I relived every night when after just falling asleep after cleaning the house, making dinner, and completing my elemtery school homework i was awakend by my little darling who had been frightend by the monsters that roamed her room at night.  I remembered all the sacrifices i made to keep her happy and safe; every day of hunger I went through so that her hunger could be sated; every beating i took from my stepmother to sheild Catherine from her drunken rages;  all that i had willingly suffered for my baby girl. I left the current time of misery for another; a simpler time. I went back to when my sister was my life, my heart, and my world.   My sister was safe then, because she had me.  At a time when she needed me the most; I needed her more.  I would come home every day from school and find her laying on the couch wrapped up in her treasured Blue's Clues blanket dreaming of sweet things waiting for me to return only to find myself on the floor after being tackled by a mysterious blue and purple fuzzy monster.  It was a time when i was the mother that she needed and the only one she had.  My sister, my daughter, was all the joy i had in life.  When i hold the blanket; shes here with me again.  When i hold the blanket; I know my little girl is safe.  When i hold the blanket; I never want to let go.  When i hold the blanket; I hold my life in my arms.