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Array ( [sid] => 73074 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => HIS SILENT SCREAMS [time] => 2004-11-24 23:57:53 [hometext] => RAPE who would believe him. He's a man. [bodytext] => His silent screams go unheard.
RAPE who would believe
him.
He's a man.

Fear, Terror, Dirty.
Pain, Anger, Hate.
DEATH
and cannot die.

Emptiness, Alone
inside.

She took him
and
RAPE.

His mind, His body.
His soul, His sprit.
His man hood.
She RAPED,
His all.

Where there was once
a man there is nothing.
Not even a child remains.

No respect for himself
afraid of life.
He cut's blood is his
only friend.

Tears many tears.
Who will listen?
Who can I tell?
No one hears him.
Can no one see his pain.

He takes his anger out
upon himself.
Scars many scars inside
and out the scars
inside still fresh.
He can see everything as if
it's still happening.

Still he prays for her
death and his own.
Never shall he give love
to a woman.
Never can he trust a
woman.

Pain, Anger, Hate.
He screams tear of RAPE.
Silent tears.

Be a man they say.
***** you.
It didn't happen to you.

Sadness, Empty, afraid.
Dirty, Unclean, Alone.
Help me no one listens
no one cares.
HELP ME.

Blood is his only relief
and his only friend.
May his soul find peace
someday?
But for today and
tomorrow the
RAPING of his all
is his life.

BY DENNIS LEMMEN

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HIS SILENT SCREAMS

Contributed by lemmen on Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 11:57:53 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief

His silent screams go unheard.
RAPE who would believe
him.
He's a man.

Fear, Terror, Dirty.
Pain, Anger, Hate.
DEATH
and cannot die.

Emptiness, Alone
inside.

She took him
and
RAPE.

His mind, His body.
His soul, His sprit.
His man hood.
She RAPED,
His all.

Where there was once
a man there is nothing.
Not even a child remains.

No respect for himself
afraid of life.
He cut's blood is his
only friend.

Tears many tears.
Who will listen?
Who can I tell?
No one hears him.
Can no one see his pain.

He takes his anger out
upon himself.
Scars many scars inside
and out the scars
inside still fresh.
He can see everything as if
it's still happening.

Still he prays for her
death and his own.
Never shall he give love
to a woman.
Never can he trust a
woman.

Pain, Anger, Hate.
He screams tear of RAPE.
Silent tears.

Be a man they say.
***** you.
It didn't happen to you.

Sadness, Empty, afraid.
Dirty, Unclean, Alone.
Help me no one listens
no one cares.
HELP ME.

Blood is his only relief
and his only friend.
May his soul find peace
someday?
But for today and
tomorrow the
RAPING of his all
is his life.

BY DENNIS LEMMEN

Copyright © lemmen ... [ 2004-11-24 23:57:53]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: HIS SILENT SCREAMS (User Rating: 1 )
by THORN on Thursday, 25th November 2004 @ 01:17:37 AM AEST
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That's great, but remember...
Don't stretch ideas too much, keep it short and sweet ;)

Cheers,
-XRaye

Re: HIS SILENT SCREAMS (User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on Thursday, 25th November 2004 @ 09:14:08 AM AEST
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i strongly ope that ths didn't happen to you!
i'm a girl, but this happened to me...
you're words have hit me hard.
i was nevr believed, until about 1 week ago when he admitted to it 'coz living with it almost drove me to suicide....
good poem.
but very heart-wrenching and Traumatic.

Re: HIS SILENT SCREAMS (User Rating: 1 )
by screwup on Thursday, 25th November 2004 @ 02:14:22 PM AEST
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omigod...if this happened I am so unbelieveably sorry. I know what a hell this is. I have been raped twice. you know that by reading my poetry. you did a great job in this poem, and if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. pm or email me~feel free.
Deanna

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