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Array ( [sid] => 40872 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Highlights of a Faded Existance [time] => 2004-03-29 20:17:30 [hometext] => This poem is a short story about a little girl I'm very familiar with (myself) and the highlights of her life. I start out writing it like a little girl would be talking and slowly as she gets old so does the dialogue (sp?). Please comment. Thanks [bodytext] => This is the legend of a modest girl
About her growing into her skin
So young at two and very cheerful
But this is where the pain begins.

Daddy drinks and Mommy cries
Our little girl is four and confused
While daddy’s gone she tries to help
And kisses where Mommy’s bruised.

Jump ahead, she’s six or seven
Daddy’s yelling and swinging at the air
She crouches further back into the corner
She prays “Please God this isn’t Fair.”

At ten, our girl runs home from school,
Little sister’s hand in hand
Mommy’s waiting on the porch, suitcases are in the car
This may be their only chance.

She cries in defeat as she reaches the house
She’s already knows the consequence for being late
Daddy’s got Mommy by the hair
This is our never-ending fate.

Now She’s twelve- Her Mom and Dad are fighting
And she won’t have any of that
She throws herself at his feet, screaming
That’s when he used his baseball bat.

Spent months and weeks recovering
Mommy by her side
Sister only eight years old
Laid next to her and cried.

That was the summer our little girl
Was freed from her imprisonment
Daddy got caught and was doing time
She went into a foster home, a slight improvement.

At sixteen she bleeds through ink on paper
She tries to cope with her childhood
A magnitude of angry words
But her questions go unanswered and misunderstood.

After a long time of bitterness
And pathetic outbursts for remark
Our little girl is now twenty
A life full of wonder she can now fully embark.
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Highlights of a Faded Existance

Contributed by strange_lindsey on Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 08:17:30 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



This is the legend of a modest girl
About her growing into her skin
So young at two and very cheerful
But this is where the pain begins.

Daddy drinks and Mommy cries
Our little girl is four and confused
While daddy’s gone she tries to help
And kisses where Mommy’s bruised.

Jump ahead, she’s six or seven
Daddy’s yelling and swinging at the air
She crouches further back into the corner
She prays “Please God this isn’t Fair.”

At ten, our girl runs home from school,
Little sister’s hand in hand
Mommy’s waiting on the porch, suitcases are in the car
This may be their only chance.

She cries in defeat as she reaches the house
She’s already knows the consequence for being late
Daddy’s got Mommy by the hair
This is our never-ending fate.

Now She’s twelve- Her Mom and Dad are fighting
And she won’t have any of that
She throws herself at his feet, screaming
That’s when he used his baseball bat.

Spent months and weeks recovering
Mommy by her side
Sister only eight years old
Laid next to her and cried.

That was the summer our little girl
Was freed from her imprisonment
Daddy got caught and was doing time
She went into a foster home, a slight improvement.

At sixteen she bleeds through ink on paper
She tries to cope with her childhood
A magnitude of angry words
But her questions go unanswered and misunderstood.

After a long time of bitterness
And pathetic outbursts for remark
Our little girl is now twenty
A life full of wonder she can now fully embark.




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Re: Highlights of a Faded Existance (User Rating: 1 )
by Mortis-Dark on Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 08:22:10 PM AEST
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This is poem is written very modestly, I love it. So many emotions and feelings get brought from this piece. Your use of imagery wrods were grand and it seemed to keep a Tempo.

Sincerely,
(V)ortis-Dark


Re: Highlights of a Faded Existance (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 08:46:59 PM AEST
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A fabulous poem. I think you did an incredible job on this one. Kie


Re: Highlights of a Faded Existance (User Rating: 1 )
by williamdye on Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 09:05:55 PM AEST
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I am truly sorry you have had to endure this pain. Children are so special and a gift from God. Now you are an adult, why do you think God allowed you to endure this? Maybe when you marry you will no not to marry a drunk or addict. I don't know. But I will pray for you.


Re: Highlights of a Faded Existance (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 10:35:30 PM AEST
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(((((lindsey)))))) ...so beautifully written, so sad but with such a warm loving hopeful ending:) hugs n' love you, nessa

@->>->-


Re: Highlights of a Faded Existance (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Tuesday, 30th March 2004 @ 03:30:32 AM AEST
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Highlights? No ... painful memories that I hope you can deal with better through your writing ... which is a precious gift that hopefully will reward you some day for what pain you have been through ... hugs Jan


Re: Highlights of a Faded Existance (User Rating: 1 )
by ShadowDaughter on Saturday, 3rd April 2004 @ 06:52:39 PM AEST
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Wow.

Powerful, poignant . . . y'know, I'm just gonna hit "submit" and duck out of here before I say something stupid to detract from this poem.

--Nora




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