let's not make this more than what it is--I am not! And I never would! This is only to make people more aware of something that happens wether we like it or not--it happens--we must be more than just aware!
I have received death threats from this poem--more than one--so let's not over react like some others, because it is old--either come kill me or stfu!
“The Pedo-Files” -------------------------------------------
I watch her hold her fathers hand.
But he’s not the right man for her.
He doesn’t do her the way I can.
After school on her new bike that she got for xmass.
She looks so sexy, in that baby blue designer little misss dress.
I can barely control my lust.
But I must….
She wants it too.
I see it in her eyes,
When I caress her thighs.
When she sits on my lap,
When she’s taking a nap.
Sometimes she says No!
Shhhhh, don't scream, I'll go slow.
Baby it wont always hurt.
Only at first.
I give her what she needs.
Don’t worry baby the first time
all girls bleed.
She loves it.
She loves me.
When she gets a bit older she’ll see.
Today was her birthday.
She just turned seven.
Such a beautifull age….
Okay...remind me...ummmmm...to just plain tie my daughter to my hip and never let her go! Such a morbid write! I mean...very very very morbid. I can't even begin to imagine. What could make a person attracted to a young child you know? I mean...nevermind...I'm not even going to go there with detail. I can see why some would have flipped out over this...but at the same time...they should have read your description...and should be more in touch with the fact that poetry touches some of the deepest darkest subjects. Which you carefully displayed here. This did take some courage. And I applaude you for that!
And sorry...but anyone that so much put a dirty finger on my child...yes...mama would have a life sentence!
I can see why ppl thought ur were a pedophile. You managed to write in a perverted style! I can see the man stalking the little girl, looking at her wanting her, eyes bright and full of lust.
You should remove the extra s from miss though.
This poem feels as if told on low voice, as if he was telling a secret. I like the way u start, ur character is soooooo perverted that he even imagines that the father is doing the daughter. Was a nice touch.
I think u did a great job in this poem, u captured the spirit of the man in love witha child. A child he will discard soon after he ruined her life thinking he gave her what she needs. Thinking he gave her love. Twisted love, that tries to reassure her when she is scared of something that is not for a child to do, a twisted love that thinks that she enjoys his caresses and his kisses.
No wonder some ppl thought u were a pedophile! the description is very realistic.
very well done. you have balls of steel! oops that was said before huh? those who dont understand why you wrote this, well cant please everybody right? or can you make them see simple points because they get enraged. the intense anger blinds mental faculties. I should know I'm an anger junkie my self. anyone who says you shouldnt be writing this has no respect for other ideas and perspectives. It was an brilliant look into the mind of someone like that. mike :)
Finally got around to reading this. I read the description and the title. I knew what it would be about. Well, someone's gotta do it right? This poem not only takes on such a heavy topic, but it explores (in a metaphorical sense) metaphysical absolute subjectivity, and other things..
You captured the nature of the pedofile in a poem, not an easy thing to do. It is realistic. Even more so than some of us imagine it to be.
There even is a tinge feeling of inadequacy the pedofile feels.. psychologically relevant in pedofile case studies.. they feel they are inadequate so the turn to children.
Shit dude, you can't write [censored] like that! Although you done it rather well, it's not a good subject. It's kinda just well sick man. But the description made me think, I now live 240 miles away from my daughter and i haven't had the balls to return up to the place where my biggest ever mistake was made just through stupid pride. However, this did make me think what if? So due to this poem you made me phone my ex. The conclusion.... I'll be in Great Yarmouth in 2 weekends times with my little girl who i've missed dearly, and i only hope i can be a better father that i was before.... In a way this poem is quite twisted, but you opened ,my eyes.... Danny
Woah. woah woah woah. you're an incredibly courageous writer! shock factor-definitely high... and you know, it's the truth. its a reality for many children, and this poem really portrays it in all its nitty gritty horror..
this really reminded me of the Nirvana song 'Polly'. Sometimes, in order to fight a crime, to express your outrage at it, you have to take it from the persona of the person commiting it, and of course in there eyes, its often not a crime at all, as I got from this.
Like just because you write here from the point of view of a pedophile doesnt mean you are one, anymore than it means Kurt raped Polly, or Neil Young shot his girlfriend. I think thats why many people shy away from stepping into the shoes of such personas, they feel like it'll have a negative impact on how people view them. anyway, this poem makes me have such respect for you.
believe it or not, I feel sorry for this misguided, twisted mental [censored] up, sometimes I think how the f uck could people do that, and then stuff like this makes you realise, people sometimes commit the highest evil, because they think they're doing good and they're not doing anything wrong.
Like vancrown, I also get this weird eerie sense of a nursery rhyme..which adds to the effect. thanks for the thought provoking and brutally honest read. really. peace.
dude, I have to honestly say that this disgusted me. I thought that you were better than that. You were turning out this good stuff, from the real Mike, and you had to ruin it all and go back to this? I'm disappointed. I honestly thought htat you had evolved since your "Rubber Lover" days. Don't do this to me Mike!
EEEWWWW YUCK. This like the rest of your poems that I have read, is really out there. Its scary to think that men really do this stuff. Its not only little girls we need to worry about, it happens to little boys too. It makes me really worry about my sons. Anyways, this was sick and twisted, and you seem to write that way very well.
'after school on her new bike that she got for xmas'
Its lines like those that make you such an original. Even though this had an ick factor to it, it was still good. All I want to know is, where do you get this s**t from?
Yeah this is very reminiscent of Spoken's "Pretend it's Candy", which I actually thought was good. This is a direct confrontation with a taboo and a flirt in the face of the unsympathetic or negative pole <no pun intended>. Here the taboo is obviously an application of the law of similarity, and of course I say unsympathetic or negative because by writing about this topic it's kinda like playing cat's cradle as a child and getting your fingers entangled by the string . . . and then later in life getting entangled by the harpoonline at the critical moment when you are a man and hunting sharks. In other words, you call down the wrath of Fate, or in this case, your fellow pirhanas!
Ah, but I'm getting side-tracked.
There's a sing-songish lilt to this from the get-go, almost like a nursery rhyme . . . which lends itself to a haunting quality that makes this piece all the more disturbing.
I have mixed feelings about the end result, if only because I'm not certain if the ending delivers as well as it otherwise might if it were perhaps a little less unsubtle. But you seem to be going for shock value, and if that's true, you've certainly managed that here. I almost want to end with an image of the girl innocently playing with her Barbie dolls, or something like that . . .
this is simlply sick, and i love it for that fact. it's different and you alway's come different. Only one suggestion: maybe add something that would establish the age of the pervert so that it could really hit hard in the end. i don't know, maybe a line referring to his childhood, that way we know it's in the past and he's much older than this child. but excellent write. twisted, i like
You know whats' funney? I've writtin pieces about the exact same topic (Pretend it's candy (sic with her) and "Eyes full of tears") and I got similar comments. Have you ever read those? Please do.
On to your piece. I think you'rs is a litte better than mine. I keeps its shock value and edge while still remaining poetic. I think you've captured darkness very well. You'rs is a little more greusome. It actually depticts the act more realisticly. You pin point both the victom's view point and the perps. You go back and forth between the two which makes it a fuller piece.
Overall I'm sure that as a father you'd probably never do this but I think you captured the internal dialoge of a child molester quite well
ok...this really really creeps me out...it makes me sick...i think puke just came up in my throat...and the sad reality is that people really think like this...and it makes me realize how sick people are...and it makes me want to lock my daughter away in safety...your really brave to take on such topics in such a raw way...it weirds me out at how the poem seemsso realistic of how a person might think...purps
eeeewwww. i know, i know your not being serious....but jeez. pretty hardcore, nasty idea. and i would imagine for some people...disturbing or maybe a little too real. i mean everything flows & makes sense as everything you write does...and it has shock value..for sure. but...ya know.it just makes me feel icky. i still luv ya, you weirdo
I applaud your bravery Mike. This topic is not talked about like it should be. Sometimes to get some attention you have to scream FIRE! Obviously I know that you are not a child molester. I think this piece is written really well. I agree with Vancrown about the haunting sing-song quality...it works. It is a tough piece to read, incredibly uncomfortable. Our job as writers and poets is to evoke something and that doesn't always mean beauty and fu-ckin rainbow flowers, this gets the job done. I feel like the dark corners need to be exposed if we are going to let the light shine in. Mags
Wow, very outstanding compared to most poetry I have read on this site. I suggest a line change though. Specifically for "He doesn’t do her the way I can."
It sounds a bit forced/something I can't quite grasp...its sort of like prosthesis. Other than that this poem is a masterpiece of curiousity into the mind of a pedofile. Disturbingly morbid yet alluring to the human mind. Great Job!
um..well..shyte..that was awful. I mean, it was an amazing write and you should be extremely proud of it, BUT it was awful! I must agree with Steve, you've got to have balls of steel and an iron gut to go with them to be able to write something like this. It was almost like sitting there, listening to a pedophile actually make excuses and reasons for his crime. As the mother of two young girls, my first reaction was an ugly sickness, but as a person that apprieciates good writing, I have to say it was incredible. I'm glad my best friend, Chell, told me to come see your stuff. Traci :)