Poetry of the Ages, Kaitlin Chenoa Humphries [best contemporary novels txt] 📗

He cut her deep across her heart

With each word that spilled from his lips
a new cut in her heart bled again
she could not stop the pain the hurt
the cruelty of words
and when she spoke to try and soothe
deep searing eyes of hate and pain
would make her cringe and turn away.

But once he saw her tears her pain
he'd try to heal the cuts he gave.
She'd try her best to show him love
to show him that his soothing worked
even though the cut still bled.

Yet not long after he soothed
one foul step she'd cause his hate
and once more he'd cut her deep
the words that spilled from his lips
made her wish she could die in sleep.

She told herself she could change him back
the 9 months past were just a phase
he'd return to her just as he had
the cuts on her heart would start to fade
and they'd be happy like ever was.

But still the next day his words cut more
and nothing could save her from the hurt.
With every word and every look
he cut her heart more and more
till slowly the pieces began to fall
and like a woman not herself
she began to walk a weary trial.

With eyes downcast
and wary steps
she began to watch herself.
No more could she trust for his support
yet the strength to leave him
was not there
and so slave to her own broken heart
she stayed with him to weak to leave
treated like a slave of the olden days
forced to keep her eyes low in case she should enrage
as he cut her deep across her heart
continuously without stop.


Death

The wave of sorrow
hits as though Pandora’s box was open
nothing could keep the wave at bay
as the halls fell silent.

Death
peculiar yet needed
but sometimes unwelcomed.
Those that we know
leave our sides and we grow angry
wish for them to return
to come back and live again.

An unending cycle
and unending pain
and yet nothing can be done to stop it.
Some would say it's the person’s time
while those they tell would curse fate.
Others would speak that it is just chance
and if something had been done different
the pain the loss would have stayed away.

Death
peculiar indeed
and the pain that it brings seems like a horrible thing.
Nothing can stop it once it's found its prey
yet those of us wish to keep it at bay.

The crash it took someone away
and I am forced to sit
and watch as my friends break.
I can't do anything
but sit and watch them cry
for every soothing touch I give
and every soothing word I say
feels like a lie.

Death
a horrible thing
something I wish I could destroy
so if only to see my friends no longer break
and to see the girl that crash took away
come back and smile as though the day never happened.


As children watch

Harsh callused hands
they grip hard to the cool neck of a drink
drunk again
and yet she stayed nearby.

One foul step her body flew
and to the ground she fell
the bruise upon her cheek was harsh
but still she stood
did not depart.

And when his hand it flew again
skillfully this time she ducked
now knowing from experience
that one strike would not be the end.

His cry of rage it shook her
as her little ones they cower
she screams for them to go upstairs,
and in turn loses her concentration
then his fist connects with her side
throwing her against a wall
she slid down and the little ones began to scream.

The angry hiss from his lips
pushed through the hazy blackness.
She pushed quickly to her feet
and grabbed his hand as he went to strike
with one more screech at the children to leave
she winced as she was thrown over the coffee table.

And through the pain she felt relief
as she heard little feet run upstairs
she heard the sounding slam of a door closing and locking
then the grunt as her husband in his drunken rage
once more rounded to do her damage again.

By the nights end she was battered and bruised
yet somehow made it to the stairs
and pulled herself up to check on her little ones there.
She could hear the cries
the terror in ones voice
as she knocked on the door and promised it was only her.

Upon walking in the room
in more of a hobble then the dignified way she meant
she saw the anger in her sons’ eyes
and knew he was no longer too young to relent.

Her daughter she sat on a bed
a teddy bear held tight in white hands
and once she had that one calmed
she kneeled to calm her son as well
only to see the fire his father had held
and at that thought the evil man yelled her name
and kissing her sons’ head she scampered his way.

Finally about 2 in the morn'
he was sound asleep a bottle in his arm
she picked up the 20 some odd drinks
threw them away and slinked up the stairs
to sleep alone and in pain
until the next night when it would start again.


The Crash

She stares upon the white curtains
of the hospital bed where she lay
a girl no more then 17
who lost all that she had to live.

Just one mistake had taken her down
just one moment to ruin her friends’ life
the family so much like her own
now in tears and feeling like they could die.

A fallen CD had caused this sadness
and a moment to late she tried to brake
having bent over to pick it up
she did not see the truck in front.

The car it went head on
the engine crushed into her lap
her best friend flung from the seat
having not worn a seatbelt
his skull was crushed on impact
he ended up in the others car.

By the time the team got there he was dead
but in her head she could still hear his cries of pain
the pain in her legs a fire of its own
and the hot engine slowly burning at her clothes.

Finally they got her out
she passed out from pain as they pulled
but she couldn't move her legs at all
and heard in the voices around her
she would never move again.

They cut off her crushed legs
and so she lay in a hospital bed
staring at the ceiling and instead of crying for herself
she cried for her dead friend
realizing that even with no legs she was lucky
yet she caused his death and wish it had been her instead.


Death A Soldiers Grave

Buried deep beneath the ground,
love doesn't reach,
there is no sound,
happiness has been unfound
nothing left but the ground.

You visit him every day,
the tears you cry they make him ache,
nothing left not a trace.

Flowers left besides his grave,
you cry for the life you gave,
child gone no laughter left,
yet your tears fall,
the grave is dead.

The flowers die,
the ground is dry,
nothing lives above.

Death unwanted,
death unwelcoming,
no longer visiting,
no longer crying.

In the ground is where he stays,
the sky is where his soul aches,
but as long as war will always reign,
the ground is where he will stay,
this is the soldiers’ fate,
the fallen hero's,
final resting place.


Hiding in Darkness

She hides in darkness
slowly wallowing in her own pain
slowly dying
withering into nothing.

He pushed her down
till nothing could bring her up
he showed her how unimportant she was.

He was better
she was trash
she had problems
things were bad.

He pushed her to the bottom
and now she can't climb back
everything was different
no longer can she stand the harsh words.

He bruised her
he hurt her
her emotions were awry
nothing else could bring her alive.

Dead inside is what she has become
no longer does her future seem so bright
no longer does her future seems so right
instead she sees failure
instead she sees nothing but darkness.

He pushed her down
so far into the ground
that no longer can she stand-alone.

She became the joke
the person that could come to nothing
the one that would never reach her dreams.

And so he continued to push her down
if only to shine brighter.
He continued to make her a joke
if only to make her light dimmer.

And so he pushed her so deep
in darkness she hid
till death will become her keep.


Hurt

Years ago
You ruined my life
You took away my childhood.

You were supposed to be there
To care for us when they were gone
But you used the time for wrong.

You touched me
You never got far
Only moved so much.

The memory
It still gives me nightmares
I was forced to grow up so quick.

I hid it
The things you did
Till you had moved
And we could do nothing.

So now no justice will ever come
And so my childhood will forever be gone.

I don't remember your face,
I don't remember your name
All I'll remember is the fear and the game


Field of Flowers

She sits in a field of flowers
butterflies flying past
the smell is absolutely tranquil
and she's at peace.

But then she is shaken awake
stares with fear into blood shot eyes
as a fist is raised
she cringes as it makes contact with her skin.

She falls from the bed
a cry torn from her lips
she didn't understand what she had done
until he approached her and she smelled the rum.

He had drunk himself
into a drunken rage
and so she quivered
as he began again.

He tossed her down the stairs quite hard
broke her back and so she screamed
the pain worse then she could bear.

The hospital was like a dream
but no one knew the secret pain
as he faked his surprise and concern
pretending he was at work when she had "fallen"

The nurse she did not believe him
yet feigned relief that he was there
silently the months went on
and he grew angrier with each day she wasn't home
and three months after her horrible "Fall"
he dragged her out and back home
didn't care of her pain at all.

He was cruel
called her a gimp
for she could barely move
called her an unwanted burden
tore her hopes to shreds
he cheated
he laughed
he didn't care.

But then she ran
far away
changed her name
her hair
and so as long as she is cautious
she sits in a field of flowers
safe as she regains mobility and strength.


Soldier Lost

She lays her head down to sleep
yet dreams do not invade
instead a deep darkness comes to stay.

When she