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7 entries this month

 

The Child

17:56 Dec 14 2005
Times Read: 576


Pain, terror, hate

I’m stuck scared hurt pain

Far away a child sleeps




A child like I once was

Her innocence sweet and pure

No worry about her family




No worry about beatings at school

Yelling at home

Beatings witnessed during the day

Screams and sobs during the night




Pain, terror, hate

Disappointment at every turn,

I swear that my child will never learn

The lessons I have learned




~Wanita Lund

April 22, 2004

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Anger

17:54 Dec 14 2005
Times Read: 576


Anger is one of the

Emotions I am used to

Feeling helpless against it




Pain is another emotion,

Both Pain and Anger are

Hand in hand, Both are mine




I see so many things,

I feel angry all the time

My pain no one can see




Am I nonexistent? Can’t

You fucking hear me?

My anger is so eager

To be set free




Lost in my pain and

In my anger

Soon I won’t care




Where’s the danger

Why should I care

I’m sick of being there

For people who don’t care




My pain and anger

Threaten to drown me

In their sea of despair




~Wanita Lund

December 29, 2004

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Monday Afternoon Poem

17:52 Dec 14 2005
Times Read: 578


I sit in class writing,

Yawning I’m tired.

The noise in class is a dull murmur

Loud at times




My sense of time is blurring,

My grip on reality slipping

I’m losing this battle fast,

I feel dislocated, unreal




I feel drained, confused,

My life is being spun

Out of control,

I’m left grasping at nothing




I’m alone yet I’m crowded

I’m the little girl lost sitting

In a corner crying, hoping, praying

To be noticed




I want control, I want,

My independence.

I need indifference,

I wish for an end to pain.




~Wanita Lund

February 7, 2005

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Untitled 2

17:50 Dec 14 2005
Times Read: 579


Untitled




I hate you, I love you

Why must I face you everyday?

I stare back accusingly

As you look at me




You hate me, you love me

Why must you face me everyday?

You stare impassively I stare accusingly




My life is empty, without meaning

I glare without emotion

I am what you call apathy

I laugh cruelly, time to put up my

Personality




They will never know

I am both, you and me

I am the same no different

Form anybody else

I am me and

God help me I am you




~Wanita Lund

September 8, 2004

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Untitled

17:48 Dec 14 2005
Times Read: 580


Staring into the trees, the leaves falling with ease

Im reminded of a time, when I was happily running between the trees

I stare now at the sky and Im reminded of days gone by

A time when innocence was new and experiences sweet




When I didn't worry and never feared

When my faith was still and completely intact

When my life was right and good

When I still believed I could and would be accepted for who I was




I stare at the clear gray skies, Wondering why

My pleas and cry's for mercy, and release were never heard

When i would cry out at night in fear and in pain

When the only one who they promised would protect me

Never came?




When i never feared or never worried

When i was safe and sound, never lost or found

When i was still the innocent amongst the dead

When life was still but a sweet secret left unsaid




I would stare for hours at a time during the night

At the sky so endless and eternal, So mocking and final

My crimson tears would seep, denying me the eternal sleep

For peace and paradise is a dream dreamed only by those living in vice

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Pretty Little Lie

17:47 Dec 14 2005
Times Read: 582


Fucking bastard, bringing

my hopes high only to dash them

to the fucking ground




Brought up so high

Dashed to the ground

Shoved down so low

Its all a pretty little fucking lie




Lying at every turn, shooting

my heart full of fucking holes

You make me feel so foolish

Im your dirty trophy




Brought up so high

Dashed to the ground

Shoved down so low

Its all a pretty little fucking lie




Your a dirty fucking whore

Used and damn well fucking abused

Im your dirty little secret

Your...Pretty...Little..Fucking....Lie

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A touch of Ecstasy

17:44 Dec 14 2005
Times Read: 584


Her breathing is erractic and soft

I run my hands softly, reverantly

her back arches as my mouth follows the trail

of my hands, her skin is like silk under me

soft sweet and beautiful




I lick the sweat of her feeling her body arch under my ministrations. I suck lightly as she writhes benath me a siren. I move lower as her breathy moans fill my ears...stopping i nuzzle and sip greedily at her




Pulling away she cries out my beautiful siren

Sweeter than honey and more intoxicating than wine

My lustfull goddess writhes in ecstasy as i return again

to her honey'd lips i dine greedily




As if i'll never taste her sweet flesh

again ahh my aphrodite a purer love I'll never find

pulling away i rise above her and her back arches

as i join with her..her moans push me deeper into her




I am buried deep within her folds moving slowly

langoursly my goddesses hands claw down my back as i fight to keep control she clings to me tightening around me as we cry out tumbling over the edge of ecstasy

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