A Broken Child

I can't take it!

As each look at me,

And every comment

Leaves thin cuts

That burn more as time lapses.

As everything I do,

And every effort I make

To become what I dream to be

Is regarded as nothing but failure.

As the candles of hope

Light up my soul,

Then blown out

With every whisper of jealousy.

As all my rage,

And all my sadness

Are seen as mere

"Breakdowns and Ravings."

As all I truly want,

And all I seek

Is nothing but

Silly childhood needs.

As all I am,

And all I became

Is nothing

But a lost memory.

© A Furious Child

Function in Communication

Walking in a valley,
You scream,
No response...

Climbing up a mountain,
You scream,
No response...

Walking down a hill,
You scream,
No response...

Flying in the air,
You scream and scream,
Waiting for a response,
Waiting for someone to listen,
Waiting for someone to help,
Waiting for someone to care,
Still... No response...

© A Furious Child

A beatific smile to God.

A beatific smile to God.

© A Furious Child

Good Night

Light fades away increasingly shining,
Heavy are the eyes, the arms, the heart,
Singing a lullaby are the tree leafs,
Swaying from side to side,
Waving to Darkness, invitingly,
Shimmering last threat of red blood,
Highlights lost moments of love,
Struggling through the waves of Time,
Age, and Gender, Faith as ally keeping,
Holding on to those lost moments,
Whispering into loved ones' ears,
Confessions of unrequited wishes,
Running fiery fingers through the hearts,
Leaving nothing but Memories,
Pain, Sorrow, Hopelessness, Helplessness,
In clam tides, yet comes again,
Shinning, shimmering, calling,
Making Hope to life come back,
And for millions of celebrations it calls,
Those fluttering feathers of messengers,
Bring back the news...
Of an ever-lasting, yet again, Love.

© A Furious Child

Moment of Perfection

A moment of gentleness
A moment of beauty
A moment of sweetness
A moment of grace
A moment of kindness
A moment of purity
A mement of joy
A moment of honosty
.
.
.
A moment of Perfection

© A Furious Child

Loss

When the sun warms aching backs,
When the song flows with the wind,
When the petals of roses scatter on the floor,
I think of you and me...

When the humming comes through the windows,
When the essence of green sees the eyes,
When the heart beats in harmony
With a world full of gentleness,
I think of you and me...

When the home quiets every soul,
When the heart wraps the arms,
When the arms fly unleashed,
I think of you and me...

When silence fills the voices,
When cold enriches the darkness,
When red mixes with green,
I think of you...
And me.

© A Furious Child

Perfect Moment

Crimson dyed light covering my feet,
As they are free up in the air.
The pain in my back, slowly fading,
As I rock side to side.
Driven from a town to the other.
Everything is peaceful.
Everyone is quite,
Waiting for the end of the road.
Dreaming of the beauty of that moment,
When all is accomplished.
Yet hoping for more...
Love and Adventure are on their way,
With promises to get you lost.
For in their moments,
You find perfection.
After they leave,
It is all regrets.

© A Furious Child

Nothing but...

In between...
A dream and a reality,
stuck in a moment where everything is...
Lost!
Unaware of what will come.
Unaware of who will be there.
Lost!
Trying to give up hope,
Of what everybody wants to be done.
Lost!
Where is the end?
In a hole in the ground.
With everyone else.
What does it mean?
Lost!
Trying to be good.
Trying to be better.
Trying to be alive.
Yet failing again and again.
Lost for ever!

© A Furious Child

Happy Family

I'm TIRED of accomplishing the best for people other than myself!

I'm TIRED of giving EVERYTHING and RECEIVING nothing!

I'm TIRED of being pushed around and ridiculed!

I'm TIRED of being in a family that only cares about what other people think!

I'm TIRED of being in a family that uses me as an excuse to hurt each other!

I'm TIRED of being in a family that wants me to be PERFECT!

I'm TIRED of being in a family that makes comparison where there aren't any!

I'm TIRED of being in a family that doesn't see the good in me!

I'm TIRED of being in a family that doesn't accept me for who I am!

I'm TIRED of being in a family that is selfish!

I'm TIRED of being in a family that is never satisfied!

I'm TIRED of being in a family that imprisons me!

I'm TIRED of being in a family that sees me as a burden!

I'm TIRED of being in a family that doesn't want me!

I'm TIRED of being in a family that HATES me!

I'm TIRED of my family!

How about yours?

© A Furious Child

Lost Memories

Where did our love go?
I have been in love before,
And I know I will love again,
There's a memory of a man I once met.
A child still in a Summer's evening.
Running freely with him and a lost friend.
Chased around every corner of that, once, mighty house.
I remember him still.
His brother, ill,
watched us as we made our ruckus of pure joy.
He called me in and asked me to breathe_
Breathe what?
The air was clear, sweetened with the warmth of the sun.
Breathe what?
My heart was beautiful, fragile, untouched.
Breathe what?
My life was simple and happy.
I had all I needed!
Parents who loved one another still.
Brothers who held me in their hearts so lovingly.
"Breathe this moment," he said,
For it will never be again.
True was he,
And true was his premonition.
How can one child be accurate about a future unknown?
How can I be a fool to fall for the lie of that lost friend?
Oh, my lost friend,
She took my friendliness and love to assault me.
Over and over again, she made me cry.
Manipulated by her cruelty, I had nothing left.
Now I know, I will never see that friend again.
How can he know that love would live in my broken heart?
Soothing my pain, I remember
A sweet Summer's evening with
That psychic boy on a wheel chair,
And his running elder brother.

© A Furious Child

My Lesson

I am feeling that pain again.

My heart won't let me be happy,

Though I try to make him understand

How much I AM trying my best to care about the smallest details,

To comfort him, to listen, to understand.

He won't forgive me.

Hell, he doesn't love me  anymore!

All my attempts are in vain…

How can I find him again?

How can I be with him?

How can I make him understand that I love_

That it has nothing to do with him…

That it's all because I changed.

I'm not the same person anymore.

My love and innocence has left long ago…

I have become like this because of what others_

They had destroyed the loving part in my soul!

They have smothered every bit of purity in my heart.

I had become this numb because I'm afraid_

Afraid to care, afraid to love_

Afraid to feel more than I already do…

I intensely have it all in,

And they hurt so much that I want to howl in agony.

I know he hates me_

I hate myself even more,

For other than hurting him,

I hurt myself by becoming like them.

© A Furious Child

He & I

Though I try to look at the bright side,

The Shadows still follow me.

They pry on my weakness,

Suck the Life out of me,

Yet I remain!

I survive all their tricks_

I know we move along this life alone,

For family and friends will leave us_

But only One is there for me,

For He, and only He,

Holds my entire existence in His Hands.

To Him, I'll always be True.

In Him, I'll always believe.

© A Furious Child

Friends

There shall be days,
When all I want comes true.
Yet there is fear,
They won't be here with me.
They left for long days _
Not asking, not looking _
For I, for so long,
have longed for their touch,
Their kind words, and their hugs.
I miss them so,

Yet forgotten, I have become.
Where shall I go from here?

© A Furious Child

Raging Beast

All the twists and turns_

Within my deepest inner self,

Lures inside the Beastly existence_

To be freed, weeping, pleading,

With shackles of flesh, Restrained,

Kept out of sight.

Claws of steel, cut my back_

And drinking my red wine, it breaks its Cage.

Of all the memories it takes

Those neglecting faces,

To be out means so is that tormented soul_

And out it comes, with all its glorious filth.

Flames of fury, burn in its chest.

They burst out in that instance_

It sees its tormentors, and lets all out.

© A Furious Child