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 Oct 2014 Ruthie
Katlyn Orthman
Little one
A few years old
Arms bound, soul chained
Auctioned off and sold

A picture on the news
This girls been gone four days
Death is almost certain
The murderer escapes

A man with a cross
Settled proudly on his chest
Victimized for evil deeds
A rusted blade tugging against his flesh

Young girl
She walks alone
***** and beaten
On her way home

Poor child
Holes in his shoes
His stomach growls
It's nothing new

Tears mean nothing
If you turn a blind eye
Every minute we're silent
Someone else will die

We lost hope in humanity
Brought down by brutality
This worlds reached insanity
Our hate is our own fatality
I turned on the news tonight, the world has gone to ****.
 Oct 2014 Ruthie
mandy rigby
please give to me a proper job
otherwise I'm on the rob
me tummy hearts n me eyes are poppin
as around the shop i go hoppin
gonna steal new shoes, leave the old ones behind
security .... I'll blow ya mind
aberdeen angus, 21 day steak
come on tesco's give me a break
gonna nick whiskey, and fine wine
I'll be popular come tea time
gonna get the dress of my dreams
a vivien westwood, with tailored seams
lingerie, make up, and perfume
i'll get some attention .. in my living room

(c) msrigs 07/10/2014
 Oct 2014 Ruthie
SøułSurvivør
~~~





i'm simple

appease me!
For the id in us all.
 Oct 2014 Ruthie
Ocean Blue
I want to run with you
On the roof of the world
Through a misty forest
To break through
And at dawn wake up the deers.
I want to dry up your tears
When you are sad
I want to convince you
To give up your fears
And to tell you that
Never, never I've been mad
Or angry at you.
I want us to look in the same direction
And to have a common horizon.
I want to walk next to you
For a while, if life allows,
My heart melting your arrows.
Now I want to tell you
That if for you this is a burden,
You can, all of a sudden,
Tell me to stop these public wish lists
And, promised,
I will not insist.
 Oct 2014 Ruthie
AFJ
Natalya.
 Oct 2014 Ruthie
AFJ
She never met her father,
And barely knew her mom..
Double shifts and nights out made it seem like she was gone..
So Natalya became Mom&Dad; at sixteen.
This is the story of a child and a mother turned a fiend.

I met her, whilst I was out skipping rocks.
But we don't have a creek, it was the sewers by the park.

I was younger then, naive & a bit cowardly..
But the sense that this girl needed somebody just clouded me,

So i asked her why she came around these parts when it was midnight,
where danger tends to lurk....
She thought about it for a second. Then looked up at me confused yet gave out a little smirk.....

All she said was You. You.?

She said she saw me last week, I probably didn't recall.
She was begging for some change by a bus stop in the mall.

I remembered...

But this time she looked awfully pale, hadn't eaten for weeks,
At least I could treat her out for a feast.

or so I thought...

She suddenly asked me if I could spare some change..
On some she needed to get home before it started to rain.
I said Natalya its 1 am, there's no buses or trains?
But i certainly don't mind walking you to the apartments by Main.

she said she had moved, and i'd be frightened if she took me.
I told her, trust me I had been to hoods that hadn't shook me,

Then she asked me if I had been to a cemetery before?
Looked down towards her feet and they weren't touching the floor.



-afj
We live in our corners
in our moments of existance
in our persistence of everyday word

But what would I give
for at this moment
to be dancing all alone with you

To hold you to my chest
as we sway listening
to the charms of the music

Under shooting stars
we make dearest our wishes
Oh ! how silly we are

And for a moment
to bend down to kiss
warm wet lips you have

How can your cheek
be so soft to my touch
I must claim this find as my own

Come dance in my arms
and kiss with your charms
as we simply float away
metaphor oh metaphor
where are you
metaphor oh metaphor
I can't find you
metaphor oh metaphor
you vagabond figure of speech
metaphor oh metaphor
why are you out of reach

despairing is my pen
without you pouring from its nib
you've taken leave
not thinking of the writing crib

a return of yourself
will be greeted with much mirth
your absence hath wrought
such an unhappy dearth

metaphor oh metaphor
the skies shall ne'er be sun filled again
now that you've sauntered off
all my scribing days are dull with rain

metaphor oh metaphor
I eagerly implore you
to not keep me waiting
on an expression from you
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