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    dots Submission Name: INNOCENCE THEFTdots

    Author: dycrain
    ASL Info:    56/F/U.S.A.
    Elite Ratio:    7.33 - 51/54/19
    Words: 364
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       Male or female, a child is never to blame. The parenting adult over-powers the child. This is where the problem lays.

    If this can open the eyes of even one more person, it is worthy of submitting, matters not whether the eyes belong to the adult or child.

    There are enough adults in this world. Please leave the children alone. Let them remain innocent as long as they can.

    Unfortunately, this sadness of abuse and rape seems to pass on from the original victim to a new victim, another child. Please stop the wheel of rape and abuse.

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    Redwood giants, reaching skyward, never bending
    Yet, the softest breeze whispers through your leaves
    Strong and hard, Rock of Gibraltar remains amazing
    Without remorse, easily, your heart thieves.

    With wisdom, sculpt my unscathed soul
    A great need to evolve, unharmed; unfrayed
    In authority, you took complete control
    Your duty to parent has now been betrayed.

    Pleading with sadness, "don't make me play house"
    Be an Ostrich, time to bury my head
    Squeeze my eyes tight, stay quiet; be a mouse
    Begging,in silent fear,"go away",hide under the bed.

    Whimpering,"STOP, why do you hurt me this way?"
    Hearing guttural grunts, "What are you doing to me?"
    Sister wake-up, sister please help, in fear I do lay
    In frantic search, where is my rock, where is my tree?

    Afraid to sleep, no pleasant dreams, only nightmares
    Mr. Sandman just visited, rudely, he is chased away
    Quietly, lay, not a sound do utter, does anyone care?
    The Scary Room, DO NOT TELL, he promises I will pay.

    Bruised and bloody, beaten into submission
    "Mommy, please help, do you see what he is doing?"
    Never once did I give permission
    From greedy lust, purity is lost, no subduing.

    Now a woman, no dreams, nothing to desire
    My world is sick, empty, inundated with shame
    Dear child, my daughter, some men do not only admire
    Must share this with you, a child is never to blame.

    Memories so painful, is it divine to forgive?
    "Daddy, why is mommy so sad when we play?"
    "Why does mommy watch us that way?"
    I will forgive, but I must never forget.

    Yvonne Marie Crain
    August 13, 1974

    Submitted on 2006-01-03 07:35:18     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      this is too much to bear. you have put such an ugly thing into a beautiful piece of poetry, I lack for a better word, for beautiful does not seem right. This should be published, and I hope it makes it into the bakers dozen. You have done a wonderful job telling a story that so many cannot tell. God Bless you Yvonne. You are one in a million!~~tracy
    | Posted on 2006-01-08 00:00:00 | by tmullins | [ Reply to This ]
      I'm a survivior of incest. I can relate to you on so many levels. This was a bittersweet poem. I can feel your pain but I also hear you using your voice to mkae others aware. You are taking back your power. This was well written. I loved the truth og this. It was like you took my diary from me. Contiue to speak out. You are a true survivor.

    | Posted on 2006-01-05 00:00:00 | by Magnolia Steele | [ Reply to This ]
      Damn...this is so heartbreaking. I am sorry to read this one, and I can only hope this isnt personal to you. I never understood how anyone could abuse a child in any way. They are so innocent and trusting and it really just makes me sick to think of the horrible people in this world that do these things. This is very well written and expressed and you capture the horror of this entire situation very well with your words. Very good, strong poem of a very difficult and delicate subject. Take care.

    | Posted on 2006-01-04 00:00:00 | by lmz | [ Reply to This ]
      With such a powerful subject matter it is very difficult to critique your poem. It is so successful inasmuch as it is so emotionally heart-rending. As a more natural father myself, it is completely incomprehensible how some men can teat children and even worse their own children in this fashion. It is the sort of behaviour which in the old days could have been weeded out of the genepool by a summary stoning by the whole village with very large rocks. However, once my emotional reaction to your poem has subsided a bit, I can appreciate that the poetics of the poem are also good - a good assocation of words, good imagery, good natural rhythm. This is a a fine poem. When the catharsis has worked its way out of your system I would love to see more of your poetry on other subjects.
    | Posted on 2006-01-03 00:00:00 | by hanuman | [ Reply to This ]
      Oh Yvonne, my heart goes out to you. It's hard for me to find the word to describe the feeling. I wish you were here and I could give you a hug. I admire you for writing this poetry, I really do, it's not the easiest subject. When I read your poem I see a little girl by a tree seeking solace, sheltering herself from not only the wind but the life on the other side of it. I used to imagine I was a bird, I would fly free over mountains to a much nicer place.

    Memories so painful, it is divine to forgive
    "Daddy, why is mommy so sad when we play?"
    "Why does mommy wtch us that way?"
    I may forgive, but I must never forget

    If we let go of pain such as this, what will fill that hole? It's a huge hole, it's full of the life we have lived carrying our pain, our whole life has been shaped around it...what would we do if we forgave and forgot? So we say, I will forgive but I will never forget and we learn, somehow, to live a life that has been shaped and moulded by another.

    Keep strong. Love Mel.
    | Posted on 2006-01-03 00:00:00 | by litllost | [ Reply to This ]
      I have read this and my heart is in my throat.
    I cannot tell you the anger I feel for these things. I have seen this within my own family as a child but it came from a relative. My sister was abused as a child by an uncle. My father was so mad that he was not able to do what he wanted to his brother. He had a heart attck and it nearly killed him. He wasn't the same after that. I think he felt that he had failed her in some way.
    I would have to be put to death for the things that I would do to a person if they ever molested one of my children.
    I think this must of been hard to post this write because of it being so personal.
    My hat is off to you and I hope that your life has had some measure of peace since that time.

    Peace to you

    Respect and Admiration

    | Posted on 2006-01-03 00:00:00 | by Wisdom Seeker | [ Reply to This ]

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