Caught, Salt and Ashes

[Torn Signs]

“Caught”

Tired and Lone in a world lost to so many.
Wanted to do something, but didn't get around to it.
Needed to suffer to find the solace,
To feel the comfort in the pain.
When the tears drained from their faucets
And the fear shredded the soul from the skin,
The awareness of what agony is, told a soft story.

Quiet and stiff,
Held together by the bounds of fact.
Fiction the illusion that was thrown out the back door.
Happiness the feeling drowned below the new age.
Turning points of one heart to another let the entrance of hope fade into ashes.
When the key was represented to the committees of choice, the burnt out truths went to death under the bloody skies.
Blisters turned to scars when justice led to an utter fate of resolution.
Step by step, it took to see the light give down to the shadows.
Misery crept in like a bloodstain instigated from a silver blade.
Tender touch on the nerves corrupted the cells' processes of life.

Conversed to the heavens only to have received the power to comprehend debilitation.
The drip of envy buried in the sheets of frustration.
Restrained to act by the will of Adam, Eve, and the apple.
Filth applied to every burden thought of.
Cued to see some distant plane of self worth,
But melted to an imbalance instead.

A whisper, a shell, a breath, all the rest.
Stung from a canvas of the cold to be released as a mechanic operated by gesture.
Direction gave by hectic arisen.
Seas illuminated with quarrels swam.
Planted seeds of reign to come.
One sheath released guided this mellow anecdote to an end.


Salt and Ashes

Innocence’s tear,
Falls down the chubby cheek.
Daddy hit me today, made me feel like I should go away.

Down the cheek on the neck,
Down through the waterfalls I cry.
For I couldn’t stop him, couldn’t stop him,
Stop the bad man

To the collar bone, to the breasts,
For through life I’ve had no rest.
It’s salt and ashes combined for a soul dead anyway.
I’m just going on day by day.

From the breasts to the chest,
Hits and yells the more.
As I’m forced won on bed into giving another life to this strife.
I couldn’t stop him, couldn’t stop him,
Stop that bad man.

From the chest to the stomach that expands.
Innocence still, choice gone by power higher.
Control, control nothing as never doing anything leads to this.
Yells, screams the more.
Waterfall I cannot defy,
As the strife comes.

The fight won by that man.
But not to end, not to end,
Never can stop that bad ole man.
Innocence’s tear, falling down the chubby cheek.
I Am, I Am forced by a man,
To give that child the back of my hand.
Innocence bred to life lost before.
Can not defeat,
Can not defeat the power that reigns.

For as the Nile flows,
Hate is relished,
Love stolen,
By that mind,
That so unkind.
That hand,
That hand that could not be stopped,
Of the foul ole man.

Child born to innocence,
Only to be raised Lucifer.
A soul torn away,
By that life cherished everyday.

[creedsister]

Killer Torn

[Aimee]

Whoa, that last one is a masterpeice torn!
I was wondering if I could read them at the next poetry reading I go to?

[Dogstar]

WOW, those are awesome.

Love this:

Misery crept in like a bloodstain instigated from a silver blade.
Tender touch on the nerves corrupted the cells' processes of life.

[MrSeeker]

Wow is right,awesome job Kim!!!!