She Was Only 5 (Myspace)

[Squishy0405]

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic


Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair


She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound


Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore


A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?


But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die


She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"Please God, why is
My life always sinking? "


Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did


Then one night
Her mom came home high
And the poor child was beaten
As hours went by


Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made


She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless pest!"


The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dieing
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying


Police showed up
At the small little house
Then quickly barged in
Everything quiet as a mouse


One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the little girl
Lieing on the floor


It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms




A child dies every day from child abuse. And if you have an ounce of pity in you for little Auroura and you hate child abuse with a passion you will repost this and help out those abused children and let them know that someone cared for them. It doesn't take that long only about 10 seconds so please just do it

repost this saying: "She was only 5"

[Kraiko]

Did anyone else read this like a rap because of the rhyming?

[Nonny Mouse]

Originally Posted by Kraiko

Did anyone else read this like a rap because of the rhyming?

You left the C off of crap.

Nonny, who really should be more charitable since I committed similar poetic crimes in my callow youth.

[Esprise Me]

I'm glad there was no such thing as MySpace when I was thirteen. I don't think the stuff I wrote was ever this bad, but some of it might have been close. Had I the opportunity, I might have posted it on the internet, where it could have lived forever. I shudder at the thought.

[vison]

Yes, I, too, had a narrow escape in that very fashion!

Makes me shudder, actually . . .

[geminilee]

I have to third the TDOYC there was no myspace when I was a teen. What is it that makes 13 year olds so attracted to melodrama, anyway?

[Eddylizard]

Originally Posted by Kraiko

Did anyone else read this like a rap because of the rhyming?

Actually it seems to scan quite well with the tune to 'Labeled with love' by 'Squeeze'.

[46liter]

Whoowee!!. That's two nearly identical kid-beaten-to-death poems. Do you think the Sarah Authur will be upset with the Only 3 authur? Perhaps they are colleagues & belong to some horrible depressing poetry Authur's club.

The two of these are so awful that I feel I've wasted the part of my life needed to read them. Kind of the way I felt after seeing Gigli.

[ARubberChickenWithAPulley]

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

After I read this, I was expecting the next stanza to be about how they gave her a bucket of fish guts for dinner.

[Canuckistan]

Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore

The word is endure. And it doesn't rhyme with door. No matter how hard you try.

[inkrose115]

there once a would be poet
some kind of boy or girl
she wrote and wrote
and now i need to hurl

grammer or syntax
good rhyming scheme
they know not what those are
(or so it would seem)

they felt so sad
so melodramatic
they wanted to write
isn't that tragic?

normally this crap
would just go away
but they had a weapon
the technology of today!

they posted it on myspace
so everyone could see
to share their poem
with you and me

it will not leave our heads
this poem is like a leech
and until it goes away
our brains we must bleach

this verse is horrid
i'm a terrible poet
i can't write to save my life
but at least i know it

Yes, yes, further torture. But hey, I felt like it. I tried really. It's really hard to toss grammar out the window. Sure, I write like an idiot most of the time, but it's because I type too fast or forgot my morning coffee. Deliberately giving english the middle finger is really hard. Makes me appreciate the young would-be poet's efforts.

[Chloe]

You have to admire her mother's initiative and determination in actually making her own knife, though. Not a lot of mothers would be that committed to it.

[inkrose115]

Originally Posted by Chloe

You have to admire her mother's initiative and determination in actually making her own knife, though. Not a lot of mothers would be that committed to it.

If she's so high all the time, then how was she able to forge it herself without injury?

[Izzy Quigley]

Originally Posted by inkrose115

If she's so high all the time, then how was she able to forge it herself without injury?

Verse 10 1/2:

her mom used to be a blacksmith
with iron that was red hot
she put shoes on horses
so she could pay for pot

Sorry, this is my first attempt at glurge poetry.

[inkrose115]

Originally Posted by Izzy Quigley

Verse 10 1/2:

her mom used to be a blacksmith
with iron that was red hot
she put shoes on horses
so she could pay for pot

Sorry, this is my first attempt at glurge poetry.

Not bad. I think I like it. Let's see if we can keep this going.

[MapleLeaf]

Originally Posted by Canuckistan

The word is endure. And it doesn't rhyme with door. No matter how hard you try.

'Course you're forgetting that the precedent has been set already. Either that or "addict" doesn't rhyme with "attic" either.

[High Eight]

Lieing and Crys?
This person is confused
It’s lying and cries
Good spelling is abused


OK, OK, I know - apologies all round!

[Richard W]

Originally Posted by Chloe

You have to admire her mother's initiative and determination in actually making her own knife, though. Not a lot of mothers would be that committed to it.

Maybe none of her other knives were sharp and pointy enough.

[Buckle Up]

The bear came to life
with the blood of his pal
and now roams the streets
in search of a new gal

If you don't repost
you mean heartless bitch
the bear will eat your soul
to satisfy his murdering itch

[llewtrah]

Originally Posted by Esprise Me

I'm glad there was no such thing as MySpace when I was thirteen. I don't think the stuff I wrote was ever this bad, but some of it might have been close. Had I the opportunity, I might have posted it on the internet, where it could have lived forever. I shudder at the thought.

When I was 11, I wrote this about a 19th century chimney sweep's lad. School lost the original, but I memorised some of it. It is almost as bad as the recent doggerel glurge. Thankfully no-one else had to "endore" it except those who listened to me read it out at morning assembly!

Me name is Tom, me mum is dead,
On the sacks I 'ave me bed,
Up the chimneys I must go,
The fire is lit if I'm too slow.

Up the chimney I must climb,
Breathin' smoke an' tastin' grime,
Wearing rags, I climb barefoot,
My eyes and nose are full of soot.

A ha'penny coin is all I earn,
To make your household fires burn,
A dish of gruel a crust of bread,
Sometimes I think I'm better dead.

People treat me like a fool,
Cos I never been to school,
I get beaten when I'm bad,
Master calls me stupid lad.

The master makes me climb too quick,
My bare feet cannot keep a grip,
Down I fall, a broken toy,
Who cares about a chimney boy?

There was loads more of it in the same maudlin vein. Maybe it should be entitled with my excuse "she was only 11 (when she wrote this drivel)"