Post by skillzz on Dec 3, 2008 7:47:39 GMT -8
Lonely again with my thoughts on hand.
Only may I speak through the tounge of my pen.
The tounge that fell silent and shall rise again.
Lyrically stumbling along the erge to vent.
Thoughts barricade my brain like a dozen walls of brick.
The truth to my pain is thick.
Like a thorn in my ribs.
But this wind knows only movement and shows only contentment.
The Knee to my stomache made it hard to breathe.
The way he choked me made me weep.
So afraid because I cant leave.
It's late and this house is my sons security.
I see I am only causing agony,
for me and everyone around me.
Why would I want to love someone who can beat me and leave me helpless.
So far from everything that I miss,
just to feel that passionate kiss.
But bliss turns to sour piss.
I dont know how much more I can take of this.
I fear my son will wake one day without a mother.
Falling victem to murder.
A sliced throat while sleeping,
that was the threat that he uttered.
So now im smothered by weeping scared emotions,
that fear only for my child.
Maybe I should send him back to his kidnapping father.
Just till things get better.
I never missed my own mother so much.
As she too has feared a mans touch.
I remember screaming for my "MOMMY" while she took a beating.
Now the pattern is repeating.
"MOMMY" from the lips of my son, he is screaming.
As I lay there having a hard time breathing,
begging and pleading for him to release me.
Showing great resiliance to the power and flame of such pain.
Weilding a higher power to force pain from visibility.
While finding healing through silently yet angrily crying in agony.
Knowingly... Only "ONE' may heed the throughts of my pain.
So there is no gain in sharing my issues.
Only judgemental and critical reviews.
I am NOT a muse.
I am NOT amused.
None can fathom my views.
None can comfort me when i get painful news.
--- And none can bear the extent of bad news from a "muse"
that has mixed up emotions and views.---
None can fathom my pain.
Skillzz
copyrihgt 2008
Only may I speak through the tounge of my pen.
The tounge that fell silent and shall rise again.
Lyrically stumbling along the erge to vent.
Thoughts barricade my brain like a dozen walls of brick.
The truth to my pain is thick.
Like a thorn in my ribs.
But this wind knows only movement and shows only contentment.
The Knee to my stomache made it hard to breathe.
The way he choked me made me weep.
So afraid because I cant leave.
It's late and this house is my sons security.
I see I am only causing agony,
for me and everyone around me.
Why would I want to love someone who can beat me and leave me helpless.
So far from everything that I miss,
just to feel that passionate kiss.
But bliss turns to sour piss.
I dont know how much more I can take of this.
I fear my son will wake one day without a mother.
Falling victem to murder.
A sliced throat while sleeping,
that was the threat that he uttered.
So now im smothered by weeping scared emotions,
that fear only for my child.
Maybe I should send him back to his kidnapping father.
Just till things get better.
I never missed my own mother so much.
As she too has feared a mans touch.
I remember screaming for my "MOMMY" while she took a beating.
Now the pattern is repeating.
"MOMMY" from the lips of my son, he is screaming.
As I lay there having a hard time breathing,
begging and pleading for him to release me.
Showing great resiliance to the power and flame of such pain.
Weilding a higher power to force pain from visibility.
While finding healing through silently yet angrily crying in agony.
Knowingly... Only "ONE' may heed the throughts of my pain.
So there is no gain in sharing my issues.
Only judgemental and critical reviews.
I am NOT a muse.
I am NOT amused.
None can fathom my views.
None can comfort me when i get painful news.
--- And none can bear the extent of bad news from a "muse"
that has mixed up emotions and views.---
None can fathom my pain.
Skillzz
copyrihgt 2008