| Daddy's little Princess by Kristaline Shanon When you turn your head When you refuse to see Creating people damage Ruining beautiful minds When you settle for bad When you sell aloneness Thinking not of refugees Expressing nothing loudly They heard you You didn’t care They don’t care Learned deafness. Aren’t you proud? Attention hound Created perfectly In deepest hatred. Importance measured cash Education basks gloriously Humanity ranks nowhere Sickness altered for ego. Daddy’s little princess falls Strangers soothe her wounds Ranting curses path crossers Medications cure nothing She heard you You Don’t care She doesn’t care Learned Stupidity. Aren’t you thrilled? Narcissistic mess Created secretly In deepest apathy Evil keeps breathing down my neck Evil keeps breathing down my neck Screaming in my face each day Smells that make me want to wretch Am I strong enough to push it away? Armed with traumatic memories He slings them at me like bombs The giggling idiot that I can’t see Turns out to me my dear mom Trust the wrong ones and you die The right path with make you complete Blinded by Beezulbub’s flies Can I protect those at my feet? Decisions I have to make today About removing someone’s fire Can I take his confusion away And move him even higher? Responsibility falls into my lap Like a thousand angry bees I never asked for demonic crap To infest what’s left of me. -ks June 2007 FUCKING WHAT? by Kristaline Shanon Docile children by invitation only Devils doorway swings ajar slightly Tumbling quietly into deception Swimming in fires creek eternally Dark Indiscretions silenced quietly Confusion controlling the truth My dark father, entirely my fault No adoration for Satan’s Spawn Fucking what? Demon seed spewing dark truths Integrity attacked repeatedly Deception engulfing hard truths Spoken aloud by tiny warriors Rage’s crimson flames fed heartily Sensitivity brutalized repetitively Dark school teaches self-absorption Kindness punished consistently Fucking what? Blamed placed on my shoulders Disguised as righteous indignation Invisibility cemented by fallacies Sincerity questioned assiduously Sadistic reminders in my face Screaming family loyalty laws Punishment will materialize now Sacrifice must soon be offered Fucking what? Personal attacks on my character Reassure my decisions Verbal erasures mark me not Recreating my existence “I will take five minutes of freedom Over a lifetime under your thumb.” ks2008 I HAVE A QUESTION by Kristaline Shanon I have a question Frustrating gibberish I am prepared for Why did you bother? Joy of a child Doesn’t reach you Adult sized shoes Too big to fill Disappointment A sad certainty Raising your baby An impossibility No protection From predators In the home Guiltless slug Emotion drips Onto children Burning scars Visually disturbing To the trained eye Denial deepens Questioning me Blame the kids Raising themselves Newest campaign Random badness Does not exist You know what? Never mind I stopped Caring Many Moons Ago ks2008 INVISIBLE by Kristaline Shanon Invisible Understanding dismissed Destroyed ever so brutally By maternal indifference Acceptance impossible Silent children congregate Satan’s Doorway beckoning Jagged lines formulate Blinded innocence Falling into hell’s fire Don’t you tell Fuck you all Unruly girl Forthcoming Personal existence Erased verbally Not surprised I always knew I was invisible YOUR FAT UGLY HEAD by Kristaline Shanon Your fat, ugly head Your hair is like glue I thought I'd die laughing When I saw you... Kristaline age 6 ________________________________________________________________________ |
The Nox Anthology - Dark Poets Against Abuse Project
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Listening and Speaking
Those who have known what it is to be unsafe in their homes, in their lives, learn to listen with more than their ears. Pain and
isolation have a language all their own, that runs under the surface, in places where the spirit works to understand and process
the presence of violence. But a time can come, when the gift of listening and speaking finds freedom. The creative people taking
part in this anthology have donated their works, to support and validate those who are working hard to reclaim their voices. As a
gesture of thanks for their generosity, a regular donation will be made by the editors of this project to CASA (Community Action
Stops Abuse)
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(click here to return to the Nox Table of Contents)
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Listening and Speaking
Those who have known what it is to be unsafe in their homes, in their lives, learn to listen with more than their ears. Pain and
isolation have a language all their own, that runs under the surface, in places where the spirit works to understand and process
the presence of violence. But a time can come, when the gift of listening and speaking finds freedom. The creative people taking
part in this anthology have donated their works, to support and validate those who are working hard to reclaim their voices. As a
gesture of thanks for their generosity, a regular donation will be made by the editors of this project to CASA (Community Action
Stops Abuse)
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Kristaline Shanon is the author of "Destruction". She has worked as a psychiatric advisor and in
hospice. She has also written song lyrics, CD jackets, and music reviews. She currently lives in
Pennsylvania. To read more of her works, visit: www.kristaline.weebly.com.
hospice. She has also written song lyrics, CD jackets, and music reviews. She currently lives in
Pennsylvania. To read more of her works, visit: www.kristaline.weebly.com.
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