Tag: poetry

42. Little Girl

child hiding from dad

Hello little girl I once was,

Are you doing what a little girl does?

You aren’t like all those others,

You are a girl that hides under-covers.

Other little girls don’t do that,

Sneaking and tip-toeing ’round like a cat.

When the night-moon’s up on high,

You don’t sleep but lie and cry.

Little girls aren’t this bad,

They don’t keep their parents mad.

Little girl why is it, that you so often get a hit?

Why are you so often loud?

You know talking’s not allowed.

You can now hide in here,

In the closet hide from fear.

Little girl come out! Come out!

Can’t you hear your daddy shout.

You must leave your cave now,

And greet the thrash of bad’s endow.

Little girl I hate you so,

Why can’t you disappear and go?

You shouldn’t even breathe their air,

You don’t deserve one single hair.

Why are you so disgusting?

You’re such an awfully messed-up thing.

Little girl go hide again.

Stay there ’til I tell you when.

Close your secrets in with you,

Shut them ever in there too.

Little girl your secrets, they,

Must stay forever locked away.

Little girl you need not show,

How you’re badder than they know.

You, yourself, brought this on,

So you deserve what’s foregone.

Hello little girl I know well,

Keep your soul locked. Never tell!

secrets keep

K. Aldaya, 3/08/04

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41. A Person at Last

man upset

No matter how hard I try to forget,

My mind won’t let me lose this regret.

I try as I can to now move on,

But these thoughts are never gone.

I want to have it ‘straight’ in mind.

There’s nothing but to leave it behind.

Please Lord help me keep on moving,

Give my confused head some soothing.

Don’t let me keep living my past,

Help me be a person at last.

K. Aldaya, 3/7/04

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40. A Familiar Place

aarin-dark-cemetery

I’ve found that no matter how I try to,

I don’t seem to fit in this world that you do.

I’m on an alien world with all of my thoughts;

A place filled with nothings, nevers, and nots.

But this world doesn’t feel foreign to me,

It’s familiar. I know it. See?

You can feel this place, can’t you?

I’m sure there’s a season when you’ve wandered through.

I feel its’ presence always here, inside.

I try to ignore it, but it never budges aside.

I’ve found that in walking a cemetery through,

That I need be there just as the graves do.

Somehow I fit in this other place,

Where I’m still ever waiting for befitting grace.

The freedom for me to connect with your world,

Where I won’t feel that place with retributions aswirled.

I won’t have to feel that a tombstone’s my own,

That my name should be written on an old gray stone.

A stone in that place that plagues me forever.

A living, vexing dream I never can sever.

K. Aldaya, 2/22/04

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39. Each of Us

img-thing

Here I sit through window glazing,

Watching the world flowing; blazing.

Each passerby is on their way to what they are to do today.

Each person has a mission and purpose,

To their movements; discretions; fuss.

Each as important as the other,

To a ‘God’ one’s not more loved than another.

Each person a soul; life; influence.

A cog in the clock of time; in a sense.

Each so important to this world of ours.

Treat each not as if they’re from Mars.

Treat as you yourself would like,

Each elder, adult, teen, and tike.

They are a piece of this world too,

So watch what, to others, you may do.

K. Aldaya, 2/23/04

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