spiders - Page 2

how long did you spend on those KG-nonvirgin? there good.

libarata were did you go. were are your writings? what has happened. (says a worried sounding voice)
she has taken time to think cause others have posted on her thread with their writings instead of talking about hers. (Says a calmly bored sounding voice)

about 30 mins to an hour each. there are some of my writings on poetry.com look under christina marie power. Typer in christina power though. they are there. do you write poetry zyphon? I am glad to see you appreciate the fine arts.

How old are you Kg? Your poetry seems much more mature than a 14 year old would write. I like them they are honest.

I know poetry doesn't have to rhyme, but I've just got into a habit.

Two young spirits

Two young spirits flying free,
dancing on a crystal sea,
their laughter breaks upon the shore,
their silver voices rise and soar.

Soon they're leaping over breakers,
rhythmic waves like orchestral shakers
crashing down in perfect time,
the beautiful sound of nature's rhyme.

Now they're playing on the beach,
a simple lesson they can teach,
to just let go all inhibition
is their carefree childhood mission.

Whirling over pebbled dunes
releasing dusty, sandy plumes,
chasing, catching, hiding, finding,
are two young spirits together binding.

Forever sisters, forever friends,
forever in this world of pretend,
where they will share such memories
of summer's fun in sea-blown breeze.

And two together can be one
under the smiling summer's sun,
remembering when times were easy
and childhood games were long and busy.

Then when they are grown and their spirits are low,
their memories will show them where to go,
back to where they had not a care,
where dreams were what two sisters shared.

Sorceress

Sorceress I am truly 14, I suppose I have seen alot and felt alot for such a young age. I feel as if am no longer a pubescent teenager, but a young adult. Here are a few more:

I watched as you walked away ,
I cried when you said it's ok ,
I wished and wished that you could stay
every thing fades away.
I thought I could stay strong .
But here is were you belong
I know you know this but I just gotta say
every thing fades away
you watched as I walked away
you lied when you said it's ok
you cry slowly as you say
everything fades away
To:Susan Thompson

Christina Marie Power

I am hurting, you stabbed my back
I thought you loved me, but I see not,
I thought you cared, as you should
but evidently I see not,
I thought I was your baby that you loved
Obviously I am not,
You think I am unkind just to you
it is true for you are kind not,
I am scarred by you emotionally
I care for your feelings not,
You say I care more for my friends than you
My loyalty lays with you not,
I hope you see soon that
I care for you not

Christina Power

* I like to write about how I feel inside, for noone really knows me as well as myself.
*Like I said I am 14, who really cares about a teenager with problems form her way past that still haunt her dreams?*

back away and try again. it's the tyranny that brings us to hell and back.
we give up so easy, and you give us the embrace to all.
unforgettable for all, yet you walk away and unravel what i work for you!
just to stop when it's all over and walk away from the oblivion you have always sewn with me raveled in.

keep on smuggling your hate right on by me, you just never knew or ever will know.

the pain you smashed into me through your thinking about me. in the diary of the world we are but a speck of ink. its not just with us but all of them and us



there is more coming on this one, but im not going to be able to write much on this, i leave for basic training in a few days and am just writing some stuff for my cousins band to help the m out for a bit.

and i am male btw...

i watched as you walked away
after looking me in the eyes
you had those deep honeysweet eyes
that pulled me in
you looked so full of life
so happy
yet you could never stay
in just one place
you left to go away
to have an adventure
to be free
then one day
you returned
and looked me in the eyes
and all i saw
was pain
cold hard black eyes
with no energy left
not even to cry
no laughter
fealings of uselesness
hopelesness
you just want to be held
to hear the words 'i love you'
to think that these words meant something
that this one person was different
that he would stay beside you
that he cared for you
so many others have said those hollow words
with no meaning
with that gleam in there eye
that makes you feal as if your trapped
you begin to fear, but its to late
he laughed at your worried eyes
he seemed to be excited by your helplesness
could this man
you have come to in one last hope
could he be what he appeared to be
or was he like so many others?

that is what i fear the girl i like will become. she does not seem to have self respect. she looks for attention and gives herself to freely. i am worried.

Zyphon I pour my heart into yours. Wow, may I ask who this Mystery woman is? She certaintly has had it rough. I shall write a poem of my life up till now.

My Unprotected Life

As you sit there watching your children become scarred. You think nothing,
   As I sit there watching your boyfriend touch my baby sister in ways that only married couples should indulge; I fear that you will do nothing.
   Years pass by, clitoral touching then vaginal penatration. 2 years old when he starts and 6 and 1/2 when he is done. You sit there. She is a few months, then when he ends she is 4. Your oldest is 4 when it starts and is 8 when it stops. Your youngest boy is 3 when it begins and is 7 when it stops.

   As I sit there trying to protect her from him, you stand there blinking. I am protecting a your baby as a mere child.

   She is older now. Yes me. She is in Foster Care with your baby girl. She protects her with every ounce of her body. Time passes by you move with your new boyfriend and we are put up fopr adoption. You return quickly just to look good. You get us back.
   I have a physcotic lapse caused by all of the images, memories, and flash backs that have occured. I get suicidal, and homocidal. I go to 2 different hospitals.
   You get married when I am in the there. 2 years pass, all the while he abuses us. He starts touching me. And raping me. I think that it is ok. I tell you. You call me a whore.
   Your youngest boy, threatens and stabs and is rotten. He goes to jail, you let him back out. You blame me for everything.    We don't talk, that is where we are now.

This is all true. Comment on it I don't care. Ask about anything, (Only Zyphon) I will tell you only if I trust you.

i have thought long and hard. i have family whos mothers dated many men. all were cruel and unloving, they would touch and fondle. but the mother would not believe. all of them but one. yet she didnt see what could have been. Family sho have uncles as perverts who enjoy touching young girls. Yet when these young girls told their mother she was more concerned for the man. That was abusice. I have family whos been abused, destroyed by drugs, to the point there brain dead. I have friends whose father has abused her whose mother took her to the street to show her how to hook, when she was only 14. A friend who was forced to watch as men held and light there mothers face on fire. And that friend of mine is usually upbeat happy go lucky. some of my friends are not but can you really blame them? Then i have friends who have it perfect with all their fancy stuff and exspensice toys yet they complain it sickens me to see them with so much and not notice while others would give almost anything to have lived half of their life like these lucky ones. I dont have a hard life, yet i dont have a free-ride. to me i have it easy for a couple reasons.
i ahve a home to come back to
i have food
i have never been touched in disgusting ways by perverts
my dad doesnt beat me (he did use to use a padel)
i have a bed
i have electronics
i have books
i could list pages of stuff i am gratefull for or that i have,
but not now.
when i hear from more friends about how they or there friends have abusive or perverted family. i say how do you feel? they usually say that its a stupid question they feel hatred, fear, loneliness, lost, betrayed. some say depressed, or like theyre a failure that they could lets something like that happen to them. all i can say to them is its not your fault. what else can you say? I always remind them that even though it seams life has screwed them that doent mean they have to be assholes to other people that have to do the same things done to them would be beyond horrid. I have a friend who has cancer, both she and her sister. I have friends who have attempted suicide. One friend whose father comitted suicide. why is life so harsh? why do some cave under and others shine out with all their talent.

KG-nonvirgin, which are you? will you cave or shine? dont let the hate around you pull you down. i someday want to hear a name on the TV that has accomplished great things one who defends others or sets up programs to help those in need. one that works and has helped thousands. i want to know if you will try with all your being or are you going to repeat this behavior to others.

my friend wrote this when he was debating suicide.
those who give in to the monotonous ways who have no flare or spark have died inside

dont be a drone show that those pervs out their that they dont control you, show that they should be the ones that they should
be the ones who feel pathetic because they resort to that kind of enjoyment. you be the one that can say i came through it and kicked their cowardly acts our of my life. if you want to start programs that would give those guys but one choice jail for life.

Shiny Pain

As you sit there and type how you feel it reflect others
You make me tell you deep dark secrets of my world,
I share with them with the world, as you are mine.
I share my talent of unrelenting hurt and pain, and yet you smile
You shine my Zyphon, you shine greater than the Sun.

You make me shine, not cave for that I am in debt
You are the only thing that holds us together
The only thing that helps frive away the pain

Dream-Woman

As she talks to me i ignore her
I see not her face but I hear her voice
Raspy yet sweet her voice coaches me to the other side
If I give in I am gone like the wind
If I stand against she becomes stronger

She is my mind, the bad side
She made me do horrid things
She put in THERE,
If I listen to her i go BACK THERE
If I remain ignorant, she hurts me and I have no choice.
What ami I to do?

I listen to her, but dare not do what she says
I hope one day to be free

*Zypon* I am a shiner, not a caver.
I dedicate the 1st poem to you.
Lurve you very much Zyphon!

show the world your heart
your love
to care and forgive
dont hold hate
revenge inside your heart
a heart turned black from despair
burned upon the flames of life
in cold testimony do watch others
as life is dashed upon the ground again and again
to watch as others give there life to save
while others take life for pleasure
some spit words of wisdom
but are revealed to be
but what they despise
they become hatefull
by trying to do good.

For thine heart cares not of the brain,
Thee heart chooses it's victims,
Thy heart chooses one, and loves or hates,
Thee heart loving is compassionate,
Thy heart hating, shows no mercy,

Love is like a rainbow bright and beautiful
Hate is like the colour black, dark and unrelenting
Sadness is like gray, ever so dreary
Happiness is like white, pure and innocent

The heart that is locked with chains,
shall be set free by love and coaxing
The heart that is slightly wounded,
shall be set free by family
The heart that is shattered,
shall be set free by time, and love only.

among millions
so alone
none to trust
watched by all
looked down upon
looked up at
disappointing all
living were your best
comes no were near the rest
never good enough
no matter how hard you try
yet you pass it off as nothing
in others eyes
im a freak
im a smoker
im crazy
in the eyes of your family
im sickly
not worth their time
not good enough
the one who never fills expectations
why do i try?
nobody expects me to go far. you can see it in their eyes its like they are all hiding something. then you find out and wish you could just store it all away in the back of your head. and forget that you were right its all false. no matter how hard you try you'll never go anywhere. be anything.



Be... somebody, something.

dang sorry about writing all of that everybody.
been kind of gloomy lately.

if one is happy
then who is sad
if there is light
were is the dark
if you can see the sun
then were is the moon
if i am here.....
.....then were are you?

loved by many
loves but one
just out of reach
just this one
who lights the day
whose loving glance
you have no chance
to seee
those eyes gazing
at another
i feel like the brother
of the most honorated
yet still never quite there

happy thoughts to you all!

So much anguish
So much pain
Hearts are broken
But love remains
How destructive man can be
To molest so callously.

And to a soul whose spirit's crushed
And adulthood has been so rushed
Do not forget your innocence
Do not be dragged through life
For time rewards with recompense
All demons' acts of strife.

And though the knife is plunged so deep
And devil hands will twist the hilt
The love in you is yours to keep
Your heart so strong in love is built
Love is patient, love is kind
To acts of evil we remind...

That love protects and is not proud
And shines on through the darkest cloud
And even when the body's marred
And faith and hope have both been scarred
In love remains such dignity
And God will bless you endlessly.

For through your courage and your tears
On wings of love throughout the years
You are carried and nursed in spirit
With comfort, peace and joy within it
I pray that through your trials and tribulation
Your heart will sing in jubilation

And remember just how strong you are
To live and love another day
Your strength of heart will take you far
So with encouragement I say
Be strong and blessed by God above
But most of all remember love.

Love and light to all who have suffered at the hands of another.
Sorceress