"Clarence"

Clarence is the child I never knew.

They stared past him as he held his palm up
Waiting for crumbs to fall from the table
Head down to hide his dejection
Of ministering to facelessness.

Clarence is the child I never knew.

They looked at her with disgust and pity
And made her numb from nothingness all day
As she wallowed in the filth and outcast guilt
That took her innocence away.

Clarence is the child I never knew.

They held a gun and gave him a knife
Punching and kicking, screaming inside
In a land of strange and brutal truths
Until teardrops fell no more.

Clarence is the child I never knew.

They mocked and shamed her for who she was
Until she had had enough
In the solitude of a cold wet floor
Her breath became no longer.

Clarence is the child I never knew...and never will, no more.

Yup. D. Could be any of those things then.

Talented.

Thanks for taking the time
The second question is:
Should the protagonist be:
A. Male
B. Female
C. Remain unknown

C.

I love surprise endings. (Only if I don't have to live them. ) Your writing seems to fit that very well.

Oh...don't cry.....i made one special just for you...

Kewl...
Third question... About the ending:
A. Escapes to "better" life
B. Released
C. Lets everything go through reflection
D. Ruminates over and over

Hope you liked it

"Ode to A Kind of Love, Lost"

I loved a love a hundred times,
A long, long time ago.
It was sweet, romantic, a fairy-tale kind,
The kind you can't outgrow.

I loved a love a thousand times,
Not so long ago.
The heated passion, addictive kind,
That made all my blood flow.

I loved a love a million times,
A little while ago.
The kind and gentle, patient one,
That caused my skin to glow.

The first when lost, made me believe
How childish I could be,
And foolish, silly... shake my head...
Imaginary, see?

The next once gone, as all was lost,
A blade struck to my chest,
Stabbing, twisting, vessels slashed,
Blood ran down my breasts.

The third once more, would you be gone?
No matter, I will keep.
As pine trees flourish in the snow,
And dreamings in my sleep....

-- I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. -- Pablo Neruda

E. Committed for life

A.C.E.

Your "E" is actually my "D"

"I Remembered You, Once More"

I remember...
The day I saw you, carried by your brother, your mother crying hysterically.
The black and blue and red speckled your pale skin like confetti on a grey-tile floor.
The red wine that dripped on the corner of your mouth as both eyes stared blanks.

I remember...
Your father was away, earning money for your family's care in a foreign place.
Your sisters left with strangers, they were too young to have known, or helped.
Your family too far-off, too poor, too uneducated to look for what you needed.

I remember...
The weak breath and beating you had from the lack of blood in the right places.
The lumps all around, big and small, reflecting the anger of what afflicted you.
The cool skin of your arms and legs, yet hot on your neck, your armpits, your mouth.

I remember...
You had to go to a town miles away from where you lived, walking, hoping...
You were told they didn't have what you needed, but at least they tried.
You continued on like this for months, waiting for it to just go away. It didn't.

I remember...
Everyone sold what they had for you, your mother might have even her soul.
Everyone rode that boat with you. You kept vomiting they said, but had no choice.
Everyone tried to look for what you needed again and again, but couldn't afford it.

I remember...
I had never seen what you have before. We were the 5th after you had docked.
I was tired, I was hungry, I was drained that night, but you made all that go away.
I didn't know what I was doing then, but because of you, I know now.


-- if you had been but a day away from where you were then, I would never had known you... I would never had known myself...

"Rehab" part 10

My words felt like the truth covered in lies. I felt dirty just saying it.

Session's over, but the monkey on my back still hung around screeching incessantly. An emptiness that won't go away, begging to rationalize each event that led me here. The wrong choices for the right reasons, good ideas traded in for broken deals, and a cacophony of contradicting circumstances.

Here's another one. A prisoner of war asking for release.

How do you keep the music playing
Alan Bergman / Marilyn Bergman / Michel Legrand

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BEizbjdJ99M

How do you keep the music playing?
How do you make it last?
How do you keep the song from fading too fast?
How do you lose yourself to someone?
And never lose your ways
How do you not run out of new things to say?
And since we're always changing
How can it be the same?
And tell me how year after year
You're sure your heart will fall apart
Each time you hear his name
I know the way I feel for you
It's now or never
The more I love the more that i'm afraid
That in your eyes I may not see forever..
Forever...
If we can be the best of lovers
Yet be the best of friends
If we can try with everyday to make it better as it grows
With any luck, then I suppose
The music never ends
I know the way I feel for you
It's now or never!
(How do you keep the music playing?)
The more I love the more that I'm afraid
(How do you make it last)
That in your eyes I may not see forever
Forever...
(How do you keep the song from fading, keep the song from fading too fast)
If we can be the best of lovers
Yet be the best of friends
If we can try with everyday to make it better as it grows
With any luck, then I suppose
The music never ends

-- ... sniff, sniff...--

Ok! I'll leave it alone. Keep it rolling! Its nice.

Metallica / Kill'Em All / Am I Evil?
James Hetfield / Lars Ulrich / Kirk Hammett / Cliff Burton

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-u-HCHCuHMg

"Hark"

Hence, angels fell.
And among mortal humans do dwell...
That one day may return to heaven nigh,
And once again serve The Lord, on high.