The drive you have is amazing and precious
your selflessness
your creativity
your subconscious desires flowing into conscious action

I love your reasons
giving one set to charity
to children in need
to my daughter, so the girls can match on outings and holidays
to friends, to family
to every person who could use something “just like hers”

but I know

I know how badly you want to give those things to her
the other twin
the missing little girl
your angel.

4-08-2012

They fought over the four year old
Who would do her hair
her makeup
her mani-pedi
her perfect outfit

They fought over the four year old
I was glad when they closed the door
Containing their fighting within her bedroom
And the laughter within mine, for as

they fought over the four year old
SHE loved every minute of attention
every moment of being wanted
every bit of being loved.

In other news, a new poet has been added to Poetic Hell.  Welcome Linnea (aka me) – mama, writer, editor, poet, organizer, tutor, hair bow maker, scrapbooker, and quasi-foodie whose poetry is definitely rusty and probably terrible, and that’s okay.  Hopefully I’ll be adding more new (and old) content on here over the coming days.

4-5-2012

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Her eyes flashed with ideas
Mouth rapped; her crime, speaking
Heart quashed ‘neath bitter boot
Alone she worked, silenced

When folly or courage
Oft’ in equal measures
Brought spiteful wounds upon his breast,
Silent and alone, by tender touch, she healed him

And when she stood at last
Cried out for a turn to speak
Men and Gods forbade her
In the dark hollow of soul
She wept alone

There, I saw her
Raging silently in the night
Her voice and right, disavowed
Cheeks worn by tears and centuries

And I, with chivalrous design reached out
Erred intent to salve her stinging wounds
For which no balm save Liberty can heal
She rose, a Phoenix, an unbroken Atlas,
Shrugging away a  thankless world
As a sunrise o’er the mountains
Tears worn, a proud banner
She stands Independent
Aflame with courage
She, valiant Woman
Long silent Hero.
Speaks

5-6-2011

Where did I go,

Locked deep inside

Pain hurts so much

I just had to hide

I used to laugh

And have a great time

I had lots of friends

And lots of sunshine

Now I’m alone with just me inside

Lonely and sad

And locked deep inside

Missing myself

In search of me

Trying to let out, the hurt that trapped me

I want my laugh back

Where can it be?

How quickly time doth fly

His hair curly blonde and his eye’s full of blue,

He came into our lives’ so little and new,

He grabbed at our hearts we all loved him too,

But he wasn’t ours to keep but just for a while,

He lived in our home and stayed a long while

We loved and we laughed and we had a good time,

This little boy lost was gone in due time.

He went home to his mother where he wanted to be,

He left a hole in the middle of me,

But I’m happy to have the time he spent here,

And In my heart he will always be,

Sometimes I wonder,

Does he remember me?

Little boy lost where are you now.

For two years I loved him, felt the warmth of his little body in my arms

The beautiful smile the shine in his eyes when he looked at me,

His first birthday was a joy in my heart, he smeared frosting on my nose and we both laughed,

Our first Christmas was heaven as I watched his tiny fingers try to open the gift wrap,

The glow of Happiness I saw in his face

I wanted to be his father and see him grow,

I wanted to be his father and share in his glow,

His first day of school I wanted to know

I wanted to be his father as he grew up

But I didn’t get to be the father he knew,

He was stolen by his mother, with hatred inside

She told him I didn’t love him and filled him with lies.

A relationship stolen I had no control, my heart has been broken, I want him to know,

I wanted to be your father.