Poems by Maria

I still sit up in my bed and think what did I do.
I remember the hurt I've seen
The pain I felt
I tried to tell
I tried to yell
I tried to tell about those bruises
Those scars
Those cuts

I went to school
& lied
They asked
But I didn't tell
No I didn't tell about
Those cuts I was forced to make
Those bruises that I had pounded into me
Those scars that she carved into my body

Every time she came near
I screamed
She came near with a knife
She came near with a fist
She came near with a stick

I tried to hide
I tried to run
But
She still found me
She still hurt me
She still thrust pain upon me
She still forced me to carve my own pain

She made me sick
When I saw my own blood drop
She made that laugh
Ring through my ears

I tried to save them
She came near them

She tried to harm them
I tried to protect them

Each time she punched
I yelped out of pain
Out of agony
Out of hurt

My heart throbbed of hurt
Of pain

I lost my trust
&
Gained my pain
Because of her
I lost my trust
I still tried to tell
I tried to tell of what she did to me
I tried to tell of what she did to them
I tried to protect them
I gained my pain
Because each time she sliced
I screamed
My screams, their screams
Where full of hatred
I lost my trust
They lost their trust
Because of her
We don't trust

SMACK!
PLOP!
SMACK!

Over and over
My head hurts
It throbs
From being
Smashed into the wood
To many times
Its furnishing
Of blood
Is up my nose

That sweet but very salty
Taste is stuck
In my mouth

I try so hard
To drag myself
Up and fight
But each time
I stand
I fall
For that pattern
Of SMACK PLOP SMACK!!!
Goes over
Again and again

Now I don't even try
Nope
I sure don't

I don't have
The strength or power
To stand up

I'm making myself fall
My legs shake and creek
Each time
I stand

I can't cry
Cause there's
No more tears
To come

My face is streaked with tears
My shirt was to
Before it got covered soaked
In blood
My blood
It's such a pure color
Solid red

I'm a doll
Really I am
I can't do anything

As she hovers
Over me with
Her fist
Clenched
They're solid red
GOOD LORD
My blood
My pure blood
Covers her fist

Why can't she stop
Her fist and feet
Stomp out my life
A little at a time

One
Two
Three
BAM!!

Four
Five
Six
POW!!

Seven
Eight
Nine
SLAP!!

That goes over
In my head

My lungs scream
AIR AIR!!
But I don't want
Any
my blood will
Drown me

Finally my lungs win
As I hear them
Quiver with victory
I shake
my life
Shouldn't be like
This with a big
Scary monster
Hovering over me

Than it stops
Silence at last
I can't hear anything

YES she's done
I roll over
I feel no pain

So strange
She still stands
Beating my chest
MAN I must be dead
For I can't feel
But no I'm in shock
I must be

My bloods still on her
She's still pounding
There's fire in her eyes
It's fierce like a pouncing lion

She slowly stops
I see her slow down
With each punch
Her energy weakens

Now she's just spitting
On me
It's disgusting
But refreshing
Her spit
Her slobber
Brings coolness
Back to my body
And takes me out of shock
Out to death

But brings me to reality
Now I do wish I'm dead
I'm sore everywhere
I have got a killer headache
and the smell of bleach is everywhere
why?
There it is
The bleach
It's mixed in my blood
I can't believe it's coming up
My blood it's not staining the floor
What's wrong with her
What's wrong with GOD
Is he punishing me
For my doings
What is going on

Next thing I know
I'm burning my clothes
This has to be the second time
I've done this

Bring
Bring
SMACK!!

It was all a dream
Nightmares from the past more like it

What to wish
What a wish
A wish is a wish you can wish
For
A wish is where anything can come true
A wish is where anything can happen
What would you wish for
If you had a wish
Would you wish for money
Or for world peace
Would you wish for all your dreams to come true
Or for a good life
Would you wish to die of old age
Or to have a great life
Me, I would wish for nothing
'Cause to me a wish is a wish
My life is okay
Sure, there would be some things I would love to change
But to change something so small
That you can't even see
Is one precise moment you would lose
Just by that wish you could lose something so great
Even if it was good or bad
Only you would know if you lost what was truly yours
That one moment could change your whole life if you lost what was most special to you
So to me, a wish is a bad thing to wish for
A wish is something that could mess up your whole
Life!

All the children crowd around
Waiting to hear a story,
A story about the "old days."
We wait and wait.
You're about to talk,
But instead of a story
You pull out a photo.

Some children get up
To leave, but
With such a steady voice
You say, "Sit, I have something to show."

You show us that photo,
but it's weird.
It doesn't have any colors.
It's black and white

You preach about how times have changed,
That they will always change.