Mei 4h
She hums a few nursery rhymes
Tiny tender  stomps
Swinging forward, swaying sideward
In her womb randomly, gracefully.

Little feet listen as her heart
Drum rolls the beat.
In tranquil nights, sudden kicks
Danced her to sleep.
Lexus 1d
Those malicious words were infinitely worse than any punch or kick
I lay in bed
My pillow wet
I think I might be sick
His spiteful tongue goes on and on and doesn’t know when to quit
He speaks some truth
But he’s bad too
My stomach is a pit
This night will surely end in apology like they always do
I’ll say “It’s fine”
We’ll hug goodbye
Those words are never true
This is something you should never force upon a kid
The damage lasts
The trauma’s vast
He never hit me but I wish he did
In dream God spoke when I was nine
Advise I cherish gave so kind
Mom asked what did he say
Her look I see today
Making my bed a waste of time
Wind blows through my hair
Happy dance under tall trees
Dandelions dance
Another poem about my deep wish to be a child again
But hey, I'm happy! ^-^
Lyn xxx
Willow 2d
I recently watched a YouTube video, they asked all ages, "If you could change one thing about you, what would you change?"
The elders said, "Nothing because you learn to love yourself,"  the middle ages people stated features. The young children said, " I want a mermaid tail" or "I want shark teeth." It's so fascinating on how little children who are innocent as a baby cub, they are so carefree and don't have to worry as much, they have their own little imagination. Which just tells you, growing up changes your innocent mind.

Emily 3d
Miraculous is a father’s love
When his child’s screaming in his ear

Exceptional how he can bear
High decibels without complaint.

His behavior emulates a saint:
But instead of changing water into wine

He does something much more divine—
Transforms frustration into joy.

How simple is his ploy
Gently covering intermittently
The source of high-volume sound

His sense of timing is profound
Creating novel, unique rhythms
By interrupting the one-note noise
With silence, not violence

Amazing is his patience
As the magic of complexity
Distracts his progeny from overwhelming woes
And produces giggles in its wake.

Sometimes life’s trials we can take
To create beauty from chaos and
Complex rhythms from discordant noise.

Yet friends will often speed our choice
Distracting us from life’s turmoil and
Helping us see the wondrous possibilities.
Inspired by a recently observed father-child interaction.
Ollie 3d
When she is old enough to remember
I will tell the girl that there is plenty worth treasuring in this world
And though one of the items in the chest may be the fact that her father has stopped drinking
She must be reminded of his personality
So I will tell the ace of hearts that above all she is to treasure kindness
And damn
I hope she believes me
a love that is new
is unexpected
is unplanned
never a mistake, but an embraced surprise

caught in the middle
was something so innocent
not to be touched
not to be heard
not to be seen
only felt

a love that is pure
is fresh
is unpolluted
never parting from origin
a secret so hard to keep

but your burden is too heavy,
my shoulders too weak
i have to let go

he cries
he kisses goodbye
he touches you for the first and last time
i pray on my knees
holding you

the most precious of gifts in my hands
diligently made into perfect form
he and i stroke your delicate skin
knowing this is the end

a love that is forever
is strong
is unconditional
my love could not keep you with me
my strength could not keep you with me
you slipped away

love was not enough
love is never enough
Pyrrha 4d
They say I am too young to understand the way the world works.
They say it as if I'm not already aware of the wars in foreign lands or violence in our homes.
As if I don't know of the fear of death.
The price of freedom.
The cost of living.

They say it as if I don't know about the shootings or the homicides.
As if I'm unaware of those making a living off of selling poisons to others
Or of the ones who sell themselves to stay alive.
They think I don't know about sex, drugs, death, fear, pain, or life itself.

Nothing is hidden in this world.
Your children grow up knowing about horror and crime.
Its ridiculous to shelter them from what they already know.
You believe they are innocent until they turn 18,
But little girls and boys grow up with pain.
There are no thoughts that you can contain.
They will find answers to the questions even if you dont want them to be found.
I have never understood why people these days are so reserved and offened by the truth. My parents raised me to be informed not to be afraid of the truth or speaking my mind.
Confused and in pain
She cries into her pillow
Never to be the same
She looks around her room
Her bears and dolls
Witnesses to her pain
Innocence lost
Only her to blame
She tries for help
But is turned away
She cries herself to sleep
Just to be awaken by It the next day
The monster of her dreams
She fights and screams
She already knows such pain
Never to be the same again
With no one on her side
She tries to commit suicide
Her little body hanging from a
Jumping rope
Because at the age of six
She had no hope
That friend of the family
Finally caught and put away
She was able to breathe and live to see another day
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