Ayden (old)

We call him Buggy for no reason at all,

An enormous voice for someone so small.

Eyes that smile and surfer's blonde hair,

Grass stained clothing only a five-year-old would wear.

His infectious laugh causing me to cry,

Absolutely hilarious without having to try.

The oldest and youngest get along best, I guess,

Except in my room when he makes a huge mess.

My favorite being on this earth,

So lucky to know him since the day of his birth.

And there for him, I'll always be,

To love and hug and laugh with me.

Horror Movie (old)

The whistles and the catcalls

Are burning in her ears.

She pretends to not be listening,

But they are all she hears.

Now let's rewind to the beginning,

When this pretty girl met Him,

He'd been watching her for a while now.

Carefully planning his next sin.

One day he waits in the shadows

For his chance to capture her.

Then when she is finally close enough,

He jumps out and grabs her.

She tries to scream, "Let go of me!"

But nothing escapes through his hand.

She fights to get away once more,

He strikes her and to the ground she lands.

She wakes not knowing where she is,

And is terrified with fear.

He is now looking over her,

Heavy breathing is all she hears.

He rips her shirt and  grabs her breasts,

Then pulls down her jeans.

Forcing his naked body to hers,

Violently sobbing, she screams.

Denial (old)

When things do not go my way

And I feel so fake,

My body is the one who pays

While my soul does ache.

Round and round,

My head does a spin.

There's nothing to be found,

But an empty stomach and a fooling grin.

They say I have a problem,

And that I need to stop.

But I do not believe them,

Until to the floor, I drop.

A visit to the hospital is a wake up call.

But still I am denying,

So weak, I fall,

And wake up crying.

They watch me more carefully now,

But they can't always be there.

They say they understand. How?

They are not aware.

I still cannot comprehend,

What caused me to feel this pain?

The denial making my insides bend,

I'm still not quite the same.

Paper Boat (old)

He reaches for my flat and thin form.

I move in shapes only he decides.

"Ow!" he cries, as I watch the blood trickle down his finger.

It is my fault he hurts.

He finishes molding me and I am a work of his art.

I am held gently in his hand as I am taken outside to the crying sky.

Down I go into the flowing gutter.

I bring him excitement as I quickly swim in the sewer.

I've heard where this leads.

To the ocean I go.

First Kiss (old)

I turn to say goodbye

He stops and looks at me

A chill crawls up my spine

It's happening suddenly

I know what's coming

Our lips somehow meet

I feel my first kiss

And my heart drops to my feet