T'was the Night of Thanksgiving

Thank you Google for this cute poem =)

T’was the night of Thanksgiving,
But I just couldn’t sleep.
I tried counting backwards,
I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned,
The dark meat and white.
But I fought the temptation,
With all of my might.
Tossing and turning,
with anticipation.
The thought of a snack
became infatuation.
So I raced to the kitchen,
Flung open the door,
And gazed at the fridge,
Full of goodies galore.
I gobbled up turkey,
And buttered potatoes,
Pickles and carrots,
Beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling,
So plump and so round.
‘til all of a sudden,
I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling,
Floating into the sky,
With a mouthful of pudding,
And a handful of pie.
But I managed to yell
As I soared past the trees
Happy eating to all,
Pass the cranberries, please!!
May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey be plump.
May your potatoes and gravy
Have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious,
May your pies take the prize
And May your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off of your thighs!
((by Lauren))

The Hurt is Always There - (3 poems)

I have noticed that sometimes people think that those who have abortions think nothing of it, like they don't care about the choice they are making. If you're one of the people who think like that, you're wrong. I have been there and nothing at all was easy about deciding to do it or actually going through with it. Especially as a teen when you are not sure about anything, let alone a major life decision.

Over ten years later I still think of it and wonder what could have been... but unlike some, I have learned to forgive myself. At the time I hated myself for it, I shaved my head because I wanted to be as ugly outside as I felt inside. I was torn and in pain emotionally and felt guilty as hell.

Here are three poems I wrote about it as a teen. They were written a year after the fact because until then I wasn't ready to face what I had done....

(1st poem)
Take a knife and
gut me out
destroy the soul
that swims about
Blood flows freely
as the soul goes
I wonder if it feels
I wonder if it knows
I ended a life
someone should take mine
maybe the wound
will heal in time

(2nd poem)
I am depressed,
alone and unsure are my thoughts inside.
I wish I had a special place
where I could run and hide.
I cry a lot
to let my depression flow,
I despise myself
for reasons only I know.
Alone with my feelings,
I drown in my thoughts.
I regret what I've done
because of the misery it's brought.

(3rd poem)
Bored and hopeless
I feel like I'm trapped.
Confused and clueless
my mind might snap.
Depressed and sad,
my life's a mess.
Hateful and mad
my fears I'll confess.
Frightened and scared
of myself and my life.
Tortured and scarred,
I want a knife.


You may be wondering if I tried to commit suicide... yes, I did. Thankfully I didn't succeed. So, here is a personal moment from my past... a deeper look into me. This is exactly why I don't judge those who have had abortions. I have been there, through a mental and emotional hell. If anyone reading this has been there and you still feel like I did at the time, learn to forgive yourself so you can live. I did. =)

We all have one...

The demon
he comes for me
in shadows
in whispers
when I doubt myself
the demon is there
he talks to me
tells me what I’m not
tells me what I should be
it’s never right
it’s never enough
he pushes me
he pulls me
the demon is winning….

4/10/2010

Five Little Turkeys

Five Little Turkeys

Five little turkeys standing at the door,
One waddled off, and then there were four.

Four little turkeys sitting near a tree,
One waddled off , and then there were three.

Three little turkeys with nothing to do,
One waddled off, and then there were two.

Two little turkeys in the morning sun,
One waddled off, and then there was one.

One little turkey better run away,
For soon it will be Thanksgiving Day.

Source

The feeling of Death...

I wrote this on 10/2/95 ~

On a dark and misty night I walked alone down a narrow dirt road. Thick woods ran along both sides of me. Off in the distance I heard an owl, it's screech pierced my ears. I stopped,listening to the sounds of the night. As I started to walk again, I looked aimlessly around me, wondering what was lurking in the isolated woods.

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream broke the silence of the night. My feet wouldn't move, I just stood there with beads of sweat all over my face. I was scared and could hear nothing now but the pounding of my own heart. I tried to calm myself, but I just couldn't get the screams out of my head. I forced myself to walk some more, being more cautious of my surroundings. To my surprise, I heard nothing but the lonely owl for about 20 minutes.

When I heard footsteps in the woods to my right, I picked up my pace. No more than a few minutes later I was running full speed trying to get away from whatever was following me. Not paying attention to what was in front of me, I tripped over a log and fell. I just wanted to disappear. I got up the strength to pull myself from the ground when someone ran into me. We both hit the ground hard. As I turned over, I realized it was a woman lying next to me. I saw blood and automatically thought she was dead. I checked for a pulse, it was there, but faintly. i called to her to see if she could hear me. The stranger opened her eyes and stared at me. She looked at me so hard that it felt like she could see my soul. When she tried to say something, all she made was a gurgling sound. I was so frightened that I stood up, getting ready to run. Her eyes moved past me and grew wide. I knew something was wrong so I turned around to see what she was looking at.

I tried to scream, but nothing came out. Standing before me was a tall man with a butcher's knife clutched tightly in his hand. Blood was dripping off the tip of the knife onto the ground and staining it a dark crimson color. I turned around and ran for my life, forgetting about the dying woman lying on the ground. I could hear the crazed man chasing me. He was getting closer by the minute and I began to panic even more.

Not long after I had began running, his hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back into his chest. I knew the end was coming for me, but I wondered how soon. My attacker said nothing as I pleaded for my life. When he got tired of me begging, he plunged the sharp blade of the knife into my throat. I tried my best despite the pain to get away from him. The more I struggled, the tighter his grip became. It was useless, I was as good as dead. More than once I felt the cold blade pierce my back. No one but me and the psychotic man holding me heard my agonizing screams.

Before I knew it, he threw me on the ground and watched as I struggled to hold onto my life. Watching me as I took my lasts breaths, I slowly drifted into unconsciousness.