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[aid] => mick
[title] => Childhood Memories
[time] => 2006-03-20 23:03:40
[hometext] => This was my childhood.....
[bodytext] => I search for the meaning of love All my life, my only example has been A kick, a push, and a shove Cigarettes burning into the back Smelling of charred flesh Sounds of a knife ripping through material While my mother slept on the couch Blood droplets in the hall My Dad screaming at Mom Mom crying 'I hate you all!' The cold, hard floor of my brother's room Was the only comfort I knew. Never safe So afraid... Screams would wake me Mom breaking my door to make me see Dad sauntering down the hall Baseball bat in hand Towards my brother's room In slow motion The door opened. He charged in and swung his weapon A deafening 'thump' followed by a tragic wail 'Dad stop! What'd I do now?!' My Dad screamed And then kicked him out. He slowly turned And there I was That look on his face told me all I needed to know. I saw through the mask No longer his alabi To escape From all the prying eyes. Thundering crashes In the dead of night Frightened yells as Dad grabbed me Taking me to safety Away from teh psychopath Possessing my mother's body. Sirens rang out, The neighbor hood came to watch Mother tore out, And never came back. Years later A thump under the car wheels It's her body But not her heart. Stevie in the hospital Police take away my protector Dad leaves in handcuffs. I find my release My angel In the shape of a girl 3 years older 328 miles farther 300% better Than anyone I had met. The dead woman Constantly hating My reason for living. Head lights rush towards me Tears stream down Someone screams 'WATCH OUT!' And I realize it's me- It's too late for me I've already grown Why can't you see I'm better off alone? After everything you put me through, Destroying everything I thought I knew, You try to be there But I don't care Anymore. My brother just sits tehre Laughing He touches me wrong Laughing Telling me so many things A 5 year old shouldn't hear I haven't yet had practice To learn not to care Even still Somehow I'm not there. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Dierna [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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