Battered Virgin of Malice (age 13)

Battered Virgin of Malice
I found you cold with fright
Cursing at God
And your ambitious Saints.
Carcasses of murdered angels
lay at your feet
Mouths still bloody from their feast.
Half stuffed kitten curled in your arms.

She knows your hold
on our lies
comforting spite,
in her eyes.

Battered Virgin of Malice
Dancing in silent circles
Reciting nurser rhymes
from a childhood forgotten
Screaming at life
praying for death
wrists torn red
in an effortless fit.

She knows her hold
on our lies
comforting spite in her eyes

Battered Virgin of Malice
How can you be so bold?
Baring your soul,
stealing the show.
The puppet is in your hands,
playing out your goal.

Confusing Doubt (age 16)

I am but a nameless child
Striving for your living
Cloaked in womanly garb
with a gies you bound to me
Hand weaving blood shed
sympathy falls not
upon my bed of nails.
Unheard voice of pain
Blind by default, for you
are already free.
We are but a nameless face
huddled by the darkness,
vengeful cold drown our pleas
we sit here alone
masses trash with exiled needs.

Let This Time Go By ( age 12)

There was no date on this, but I got the age from the reference to Trent, yep that Trent.

She watching my steps
outlining imaginary friends
with red crayons
watching her invisible mate
cry in desperation and hate
His soul seems caged
not knowing it's too late
to say if she can ever change.
Posters of Trent hang from her ceiling
worshiping the crayon idols
she screams at her hands to bleed
red stains fall from the bed
creating visible lines
of saints of gods.
She falls to her knees to pray.
Some find of wonderful
doesn't appear for her today.

Waiting for tomorrow
waiting for the sun to die
waiting for my love to hide
Maybe I'm just too cautious
maybe I'm just to blind
Maybe I'm just too foolish
to let this time go by

I am too ashamed to lift up my face
too see the evil appearing before me
tumbling in the stable pit
I feel unworthy of her caress
drowning in this new conscious state
bleeding from her hand to create a safe place
I discover a life within her voice
Scared of what use to be
I also fall to my knees, begging for forgiveness
seems to fade from my lips
causing both of us to drown
to waste in this vicious pit.

Answering Machine Comentary (age 14)

Spelling errors original to script

In my one room bed
chewing on perfect puzzle pieces
I cry my cat to sleep
Forgetfulness of attitude attributes
find their cosmic way
around my eyes
wall paper under my nails
Falling through the floor boards
with a miscellaneous fit
There is nothing left
in my one room bed
no friends, no enemies
and my cat is dead.

untitled (age 12)

sigh

Filling my needs with her acting ablities
I'm falling into a pit of hyprocrasy
Telling fake hoods
of a childhood imagined
Blantant lies she tells through tears
crucifing my soul in spite
she sits below a new born moon
screaming about a goddly saint
Will she ever be
The person I use to be
Sacres runes formed by an existing whore
I'm becoming a bore
with petty fears
and harmonious flaws
she sacraficing me to her gods
far below the rocky waterfalls.

I don't Understand (age 14)

You're alone in your world
watching the people
leave you behind
hiding in your voice
destroyed by you
for my fears.
How can you be so unkind,
the person failing here is me.

SpaceSuit Dreams (age 14)

Please don't ask me to explain, I don't think I can.

Real horror show romantics
find their way homes
once again.
Rotting flesh poetics
in a mid of car windows
and bloody gloves.
Sadist happiness
in spacesuit dreams
Fevered children dance
miserably happy.
While faking orgasms
on a warm summers day
Ballistic waterfalls
of foam rubber blood
descend upon you delusions
My angelic white room
made from rotting diapers
and fallopian tubes
become blackened with light.
Space suit dream
from past life acid trips
structured death and memories
Befalls us many times
shelled life existence
falls from the grass
Swallowing my quilt
with sand.
Space suit dreams
and fakeful motions
seem to mock a demon's virtue
Space suit dreams and hypocrisy.