Lee's blog: "Poetry"

A four leaf clover... A treasure...priceless and rare, Like my child in Heaven above... Now in God's tender loving care. Each leaf...a meaning....a part of my grief One leaf for strength...one for memories so dear... One leaf for peace...and one for my faith in God above... Each represents a part of my life.. My child in heaven...forever missed and forever loved. The first leaf on the clover.... Stands for strength....to make it through the day.... From morning to night....darkness to light... With Gods help each step of the way. The second leaf on the clover.... Stands for peace...that only God can bring... A Peace that restores my mourning heart... Smooths the edges of the pain... and help me learn to begin to live again. The third leaf on the clover... Stands for Memories...that I will always hold dear... Their spirit will shine on in the memories left behind... Although time may pass...they will never disappear. The fourth leaf on the clover... Stands for my faith in God above.... Believing with all my heart in what I cannot see... Knowing we will meet again... By the golden gates....in Heaven above. Until then I'll keep my memories... Tucked deep inside with love... Along with my 4 leaf clover... My treasures from Heaven above. A Clover? A Treasure? Blessings from above? Strength, peace, memories, and faith All sent from Heaven....with Gods everlasting love.

My name is Kelly I am three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I cant do a wrong I cant speak at all Or else im locked up All day long. When im awake im all alone The house is dark My folks arent home When my mommy does come home I'll try and be nice, So maybe ill just get One whipping tonight. I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlies bar. I hear him curse My name is called I press myself Against the wall I try to hide From his evil eyes Im so afraid now I'm starting to cry He finds me weeping Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault He suffers at work. He slaps and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And run to the door Hes already locked it And i start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken, "Im sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into a unimaginable shape The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor My name is Kelly I am three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me And you can help Sickens me to the soul, And if you read this and dont pass it on I pray for your forgivness Because you would have to be One heartless person To not be effected By this Poem And because u r effected, Do something about it! So all i ask you to do Is pass this on! IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE! PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THIS AND PASS IT ON !! REPOST THIS AS No kid should have to go through this

OK, I know that some of my poems SUCK ASS! But really it is a way for me to deal with things in my life. Sometimes writing about it is like an escape for me. So enjoy my hell!!!!

I have taken flight

I'm now out of your sight

But still you ring my bell

And send me to my personal hell

But then I come back

With feelings that I lack

What the hell is wrong with me?

It fills you with glee

To make me shrink a little

While you play the Devil's fiddle

Then you laugh in my face

Trying to make me into a disgrace

You tell all your friends nothing but lies

Even send out your personal spies

If only everyone knew

How well I really treated you

To have you stomp on my heart

To have you tear it apart

You tell story after story

You think you have stolen my glory

But when the tables finally turn

You will be the one to burn

Cause of all the lies that you tell

One day you will go to hell

What a lonely soul you must have been,

To have the very breath taken away,

To die without any sin.

It was a very sad day,

Standing at your side,

Feeling awefull and bad,

Wanting to run and hide.

You're the best the world could've had.

In the moment of silence,

You were gone so fast.

Without any violence,

This love will always last.

Because I didn't know what to do,

I was lost in outer-space.

When I realized that I love you,

There was no color on your beautiful face.

When I look back at our past,

I didn't realize that the future is unknown.

You were gone so fast,

You must have been so alone.

But I was at your side,

Watching your beautiful face.

I did not run and hide,

Now you are in a better place.

I feel myself slipping deeper and deeper,

To the point where nothing matters.

I close my eyes and all I see

Is the darkness that engulfs me.

As black as night,

Empty, nothing in sight.

What brings on this state of mind?

For that, I have no courage to find.

I hear the voice whisper,"Get it over with. Just do it!"

But, for my wrist I cannot slit,

Cause I have no courage deep inside,

To make that nagging voice subside.

I pop some pills to feel better,

But still it doesn't matter.

I close my eyes and see his face,

Taking over what once was empty space.

No longer as black as night,

His face is clearly in my sight.

All I can do is cry,

Frequently, I ask the question "why?"

I hear the voice reply, "Get it over with. Just do it!"

But, for the brick wall I cannot hit,

Cause I have no courage deep inside,

To make the replying voice subside.

I go to a shrink,

For him to tell me how I think.

Why I see all these brutal images,

Why I go through all these different stages.

But my heart is still as black as night,

And I am ready to take my flight,

Jump over the bridge, into the sky,

When I hit the bottom, I will die.

Once more the voice demands, "Get it over with. Just do it!"

And then I plummet.

To keep the voice quiet deep inside,

The only way to make the voice subside.

I guess I could have ran away,

But, like always, the voice would have known what to say.