Broken Childhood

while the tears fell from my eyes while I gave small painfull cries as I saw them hit each other the fighters were my father and mother he would yell and call her bitch he'd raise his hands and he would hit the blood I saw drip from his hands now my mum no longer stands she lied on the floor cold and stiff he looked at her and then said witch he went to the kitchen to grab a beer then I ran to my mummy dear "mummy please get up" I said while I tugged her lifeless head her eyes were cold and opened wide then I knew, then I cried my mummy dear was now dead from a blow to the head her heart no longer took a beat as the blood flowed to her feet you will never know the pain to lie on your bed and call her name and hear silence in the house because your father killed his spouse know now that you must treasure every moment you endeavor with the one whom gave you life give her no pain give her no strife I lost my mum and it's a shame and my father was to blame and it's something I don't understand but that's just me it's who I am why he killed her? I'll never know it is something he won't show but something that I will now say is that I miss her everyday.

Life

Life no one to hold no one to touch no one to look at no one to love empty heart empty soul empty feelings that I hold no one to wait for no one to miss no gentle lips for me to kiss from the outside no one knows the deep secrets that I hold no one notices this mask no one bothers to even ask no one cares if you are well if your sad or if you dwell but then again that's how life is no one cares no one gives

The Wind

The wind swish, swish goes the wind I am blinded, I wish not to see All I want is to listen hear the wind blow, blowing in my ear she quitely sings humming soft tunes gracefully, softly


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