My name is Sammi
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
या else I'm locked up
All the दिन long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my बोन्स nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With और bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sammi
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
*Not mine*
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
या else I'm locked up
All the दिन long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my बोन्स nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With और bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sammi
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
*Not mine*
(Don't know where this poem came from in my mind...just came to me while listening to The Doors..)
Strange
Is everything strange?
When आप are alone, broken and tired
Your feeling of craziness has grown
Hearing voices that weren't there before
They're coming from the walls and even the floor
Telling आप to enter your brain, come see what's been hiding...
A world where everything is inside out...
Birds flying in the ocean...
मछली swimming in the sky...
कुत्ता barking but they make no sound...
The trees grow with their roots to the heavens...
And the people are a faceless crowd...
What is this world आप have found?
Are आप the only one normal in this world of chaos?
या are आप the strange one?
Strange
Is everything strange?
When आप are alone, broken and tired
Your feeling of craziness has grown
Hearing voices that weren't there before
They're coming from the walls and even the floor
Telling आप to enter your brain, come see what's been hiding...
A world where everything is inside out...
Birds flying in the ocean...
मछली swimming in the sky...
कुत्ता barking but they make no sound...
The trees grow with their roots to the heavens...
And the people are a faceless crowd...
What is this world आप have found?
Are आप the only one normal in this world of chaos?
या are आप the strange one?
If आप knew how I felt?
Would आप have considered a freak?
Would आप have tied me up
If I fought back?
Would आप have nailed me to the wall?
Would आप have kicked me to the floor?
If आप wanted me.
Would I have cried
If आप held me in your arms?
Would I have ran away from you?
Would I have turned down the sick offers
If आप were weak for a change?
Would I have grown up a killer?
Would I have remained this way
If आप were gone?
Would I have still loved you?
To pick on me till my last days this is why i'm so weak
Why can't we live happy in this world
Why do आप have to pick on kids that already cut themselves
WHY
Why do आप pick on kids to the point that the kill themselves
Why do आप pick on kids that they feel worthless to make आप feel stronger
Why do आप pick on kids to make them feel lonely and unapreciative
Why do ou pick on kids that has mental disability
WHY
Your the reason why
Why kids kill themselves
No kid knows
and no adult knows
प्यार is a mystery
people intend to find out
but never do
Some say
its when आप cant live
without a person
others say
is when you'll do
anything for that person
but whose to say its not both
People say प्यार is
when आप want to
take care of someone
for the rest of both of their lives
Or
they will do any thing to
make the others dream
come true
but whose to say its not both
i could be all four but who knows
The truth about love
is that its defined
and emphisized differently
to some
than others
How can आप प्यार someone
is it physical?
NO
its a feeling that everyone gets
sometimes its strong
या still developing
But how do आप know
If your even In love
द्वारा doing things you'd
never do for a person?
what is this feeling
love
it effects our whole lives
we never know how it comes
what it is
all we know is what it feels like
but we never know
until it comes to us
Has it come to you?
I have to write a poem
but I really don't know how.
So maybe I'll just make a rhyme
with something dumb, like "cow."
Okay, I'll write about a cow,
but that's so commonplace.
I think I'll have to make her be...
a cow from outer space!
My cow will need a helmet
and a अंतरिक्ष suit and a ship.
Of course, she'll keep a blaster
in the पिस्तौलदान on her hip.
She'll hurtle through the galaxy
on meteoric flights
to battle monkey aliens
in huge karate fights.
She'll duel with laser sabers
while avoiding lava spray
to vanquish evil emperors
and always save the day.
I hope the teacher likes my tale,
"Amazing Astro Cow."
Yes, that's the poem I will write
as soon as I learn how.
but I really don't know how.
So maybe I'll just make a rhyme
with something dumb, like "cow."
Okay, I'll write about a cow,
but that's so commonplace.
I think I'll have to make her be...
a cow from outer space!
My cow will need a helmet
and a अंतरिक्ष suit and a ship.
Of course, she'll keep a blaster
in the पिस्तौलदान on her hip.
She'll hurtle through the galaxy
on meteoric flights
to battle monkey aliens
in huge karate fights.
She'll duel with laser sabers
while avoiding lava spray
to vanquish evil emperors
and always save the day.
I hope the teacher likes my tale,
"Amazing Astro Cow."
Yes, that's the poem I will write
as soon as I learn how.
I do not own anything. I did not write this, and I do not know the author. I just really like this and wanted to share it.
Who will आप be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will आप run?
Will आप hide?
या will आप hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and आप are the apple.
So who will आप be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will आप cower,
या will आप fight?
Is your दिल made of glass?
या a pure snow white?
Who will आप be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will आप run?
Will आप hide?
या will आप hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and आप are the apple.
So who will आप be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will आप cower,
या will आप fight?
Is your दिल made of glass?
या a pure snow white?
आप have many names
The Doctor, Barty Crouch Jr.
But to me?
You're SO much more
You're a hero
A speck of hope for humanity
And when आप passed the batton
To the 11th Doctor,
आप broke my heart
Better to quite whil you're ahead?
I would fight for you
My beautiful David
When people sy "fake" या "gay
I say
"You don't know"
or
"You wish"
You're amazing
आप are astounding
But आप are also a human
आप are not a Timelord
या a wizard
And I mustn't forget that
आप are just you
आप are beautiful
आप are David Tennant! <3
The Doctor, Barty Crouch Jr.
But to me?
You're SO much more
You're a hero
A speck of hope for humanity
And when आप passed the batton
To the 11th Doctor,
आप broke my heart
Better to quite whil you're ahead?
I would fight for you
My beautiful David
When people sy "fake" या "gay
I say
"You don't know"
or
"You wish"
You're amazing
आप are astounding
But आप are also a human
आप are not a Timelord
या a wizard
And I mustn't forget that
आप are just you
आप are beautiful
आप are David Tennant! <3
When does it stop hurting,
The pain leave,
the hate die?
When will I प्यार आप again,
या आप प्यार me?
Life isn't "if",
it's "when"
When will I...
When will you...
When will we...
And what if "When" never comes?
When will when come?
And one और thing, when will आप realise
That I'm not a toy?
When will आप see,
That my दिल is broken, bleeding over you?
But for now,Before "When" comes,
I must forget, if not forgive.
I'm sorry,
That our "When" never came
That आप shattered my heart,
That I wasted my time on you!
And now, I'm left sking,
When will my prince, my knight, come?
The pain leave,
the hate die?
When will I प्यार आप again,
या आप प्यार me?
Life isn't "if",
it's "when"
When will I...
When will you...
When will we...
And what if "When" never comes?
When will when come?
And one और thing, when will आप realise
That I'm not a toy?
When will आप see,
That my दिल is broken, bleeding over you?
But for now,Before "When" comes,
I must forget, if not forgive.
I'm sorry,
That our "When" never came
That आप shattered my heart,
That I wasted my time on you!
And now, I'm left sking,
When will my prince, my knight, come?