lost innocence

You've spoken the words i could never grasp in such a way that stabs my heart . Thank you! Another sister in ink, Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.

this shakes to the core and stirs emotion long thought dead...thank you for reminding me that we can survive anything... Apparently Your Sister In Ink... <3 Emarie "For every shadow, no matter it's depth, is threatened by the morning's light..."

Your words say it all. Wolfy.

This is bravely written and says so much. I love the imagery in these lines:- a silver mirror contemplated this new reflection the sole witness to the eidola of pain and fear swirling like a cyclone around the image it now held and can relate to what you are saying here. This is such a tricky subject to tackle but you have done it beautifully and with style. Monsters or demons they are all the same and cause havoc. Your strength in writing this shines through! Kaz x It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.

Evokes very sharp and unpleasant images in my mind. Why is it the victims to an act of violence always feel dirty, guilty? You put that very well here. Love, ID

is all permeating in this chilling, powerful and necessary piece. I am stunned. It is also courageous and has the presence of a strong heart and mind. cheers, Jess

than to see one so gifted express herself so effectively. This piece is compelling, motivating, encouraging. And---believe it or not!---I think carries along with it, oddly, platefuls of optimism. Just the fact that you wrote it does that. The fact that you were able to write it does that. Thanx so much, Chuck

I've seen way too much of this, nicely woven here into poetic fashion. I have a very dear friend who shaved her head once for the same reasons you threaten it here. Fortunately it grew back. After about 30 years of sadness she is finally happy as can be. Good things do happen to those who wait for love to find them. Good luck to you, dear one, from Ancientone. :) Patrick

with a blade. sad but better then slashing the wrist. I am touched by this poem. In ink, Dabbler

this poem is great and It really spoke to me. I really liked it and I have never seen anything like it. this is a great poem. Congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 cortney210

wow, this has to be my fav poem by far

Not much else to say except I have to wonder why so many of us here? I quess we must be safe here.

all my male "freinds" are scrappers or long time prison vets or vets of war the few that want me close like that my female lovers have all been brutalized taken forsaken neglected put down set down and again their own children stolen by their addictions etc etc i have two sides the good the evil i guess they know the evil but maybe they dont have the good i try my damndest to be the hero that i thought i never was in my day my aunts my sisters my brother in laws and others (wheres my baseball bat??") and grandfathers uncles no wonder my dad used alchol to just get by he was okay my mom was too all my past lovers too i didnt know what to do everyones alone yet no ones alone so strange and the Candyman the dealer survives handing out his wares so we survive be it corporate ligour stores or the backdoor handyman and his pain killers im sending a hug to you for surviving and writing this damn sometimes Neopoet just takes a chunk out of my ass thank god keeps me fresh oh man O

I hate to plagerize Chuck's words but: To see one so gifted express herself so effectively A TREASURE to read!!