The Loss Of Innocence

RSena
Rosewingangel
Thank you for participating :)

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Lifting with the mind’s legs
Is incapable for some
Who lives in a fucked up reality,
Captured in perverse thoughts,
Neglecting to grow in mind
And draws strength from insecurities
Through the innocence of the young,
Taking advantage of a naive mind
Destroying her worth
Depriving her of purity
Taking away her safety of home
No longer having a place to be comforted,
Having her now seeking forgiveness
For a sin not committed by her.
By a father who should not have been,
A father.
Like a broken toy
Is left without a child to play,
Having to keep a grown secret
By the littlest of hands,
Her world is now off axis
Trying to tell her story through actions,
She becomes lost.
Unpredictable to acquaintances,
She’s confused with feelings
Showing everyone her secret
But telling no one.
Trying to forget,
Makes her starve for attention
So much more apparent.
Nerves build to tell her story to the only other,
Thinking that closure and rest
From this vicious ordeal
Will soon ease her tire,
She’s wrong.
Again she’s raped of her dignity,
Now certainly for her
There’s no one to hide her from her pains,
Now even more confused,
She cries
While she beats upon her heart
Making it hard enough
So she can’t feel her tears.
Needing to leave
But not wanting to go,
She counts her time by the second
Of years
To make her decision sure,
She’s gone.
Heart hardened by injustice,
Still a child
Forced to become a woman,
Now unsure
What love really is?
She begins to save herself,
By not saving herself.
Not letting anyone hurt her ever again,
Her aggression she keeps close to tongue,
Her bottled passion she keeps hidden
Trying not to spill.
She’s now free in body
Not caring too much in what’s needed to live
But thrives on living her life.
And just as from a script,
She’s founded upon another weakened by truths,
And beaten scars
Terribly wanting to release her beauty.
Chances are taken,
Torrent of feeling and questions reveal itself,
But the truth in this man is different?
She asks herself
And just for short period
She’s opened,
Liberated,
Scared,
He made her forget.
Yet she can’t accept honesty
For it’s not often seen by her,
She leaves.
With questions unexplained,
And answers secret.
But also,
This time with something positive.
Warmly remembering
For once she shares herself,
Completely,
Without regret,
Becoming a little more hopeful,
In HAPPY endings.

Thank you so much wendellramrattan :)

She's lying there confused and lost as any child would be, consumed by everything that he is.  The very thoughts, the mind control, the hatred, the self gratification in knowing that he has convinced a little girl to lust over him. A hurting mother longing for pain relief for her precious child who lost her innocence at a mere age of 15. Helpless to do anything she holds her mother like a fetus cradling its mother's womb, feeding on the love and attention that she so badly needed before the evil over took her existence.

Thank you so much dontforsakeurself

Dedicated to my Father and Mother.
Mr. & Mrs. Healy.
J + J
+My Last Goodbye+

There is a new planet, lighting Gods Universe tonight,
Over it, is two new suns, warming the lands,
One is my Father and the other is my Mum,
A long time ago in the light of a dawn, they met,
Married and had us Kids,
Marion, Eamon, Suzanne & Bernadette,
My Father, came from Co’ mayo in Ireland and it a farming clan,
And my Mother from Cardiff in Wales
They brought us kids up in Oxford, where they lived there lives,
My Father died earlier this year,
And my Mother never got over the shock of his passing,
They both suffered in silent’s most of there lives,
Never admitting or showing there pains to us kids,
But we knew!
We could see it in both of there faces,
Dad & Mum, we will never forget you both,
The things you did for us, and showed us how to do things,
To stand on our own two feet,
And to try to live a decent life.
We Love you Both, & will never forget you,
Thank you for being our parents and for loving us,
Everyone hear today in church, love and miss you both,
Mum, I know that you will soon be with Dad in Heaven,
And that one day everyone hear will see you two again,
So light up the Heavenly Skies with your love forever,
Mum, Your Sisters & Grand children are hear too
Crying as I am inside, we all will miss you,
And we are so very, very sorry your gone,
But deep down we all know that your out of pain at last,
I could write this verse a Million lines long, But I know,
That you and dad can see, what is in all of our hearts,
And you both know the loss that we are suffering,
So I’m going to sign off with a Verse written for you both,
You may remember some of the words mum, but I’ve added -
- some of my own to make it into your verse,
I hope you like it,
Its called,
+ Families never die +
Mum I have you, and Dad,
In a fortress in my heart,
-and there I will keep you both,
Forever yes, forever and a day,
Until the walls of my body crumble,
And the dust from my bones, blows away,
For then I know that I will see you again,
In a Garden in Gods Heavenly sky,
And only on that day,
Will the tears,
Cry.
Hidden behind my eyes,
Forever,
Your only Son,
Eamon.
The Warrior Poet
Eamon John Healy.
Ps
I Love and miss you both,
Good bye.
Christmas
+ 2008 +

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Your participation is much appreciated EamonHealy

the taste of innocence before and after it is betrayed.
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As free as a bird!

Flying Forever up to the stars,

as free as birds! That is what they say we are,

That’s Crap I am sorry to say,

Freedom is only for the birds;

Governments they say do this and that,

But! They start wars! Kill and maim,

Warmongers with so called bright idea's

Idiot's there all the bloody same;

Pitter patter its Acid rain,

Atomic Bombs destroying children,

Governmental crap chat! There all the same;

free as a Bird! I don’t think so,

Imprisoned by the money mad bankers,

It is all Governmental crap!

Tony Blare & George Bush both need a slap.

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the taste of innocence before and after it is betrayed.
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First I want to say that you are all winners! Every piece was written exactly on topic. You all did such a great job.

The three I chose, after much narrowing down, stood out the most to me in the end. It was hard to chose a winner.

Congrats to all three of you!

Awesome.. congats to the winner much much. this was tragically beautiful..

raorrick said:First I want to say that you are all winners! Every piece was written exactly on topic. You all did such a great job.

The three I chose, after much narrowing down, stood out the most to me in the end. It was hard to chose a winner.

Congrats to all three of you!

NO doubt... 4 pages of forceful writing. I'd have to agree with the above comment by Devilish.. "Tragically Beautiful"
Alot to think about in what was displayed, written in this thread by ALL these writers; there's alotta quotables. I'm just glad all these writers who are winners in my view took the time to share. I appreciate the opportunity & the recognition.

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Thank You Rachel
as stated above all these writes were incredible
Congrats to Kriticool
and good job Devilish

empty girl
My mother always said it was okay to say stop.
My father always said i better say stop.
But when i found him i never thought id have to say stop.
He never pushed me, he hugged me tenderly, he never gave me a reason to say stop.
then the night came, our six month anniversary.
he wanted to go all the way and i said i wouldn't.
So he pushed me on the bed, stop.
he pulled off my shirt and i heard it rip, stop.
next came off my pants,and his, stop.
my head was spinning and my heart was racing, stop.
a scream escaped me and he clamped a hand down over my mouth, stop.
the the world went black.
the next thing i knew i was awake and hes lying beside me sleeping.
my mother always said it was okay to say stop.
my father always said i better say stop.
but he never listened when i said
stop, you're hurting me, i dont want this, please dont, i dont want this, I'm begging you,ill tell!
but when a word is said too much it loses its meaning
why should i ever say stop when it doesn't matter
no is not an answer.
They say I'm too young to be so empty but it doesn't matter.
every time i see a man who even resembles him
I begin to relive that night
My head spins, my heart races and my stomach churns
STOP!
But why even say it when it doesn't matter, they never will.