social_outcast Posted May 20, 2006 Report Share Posted May 20, 2006 ....here: I went to a party, And remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, Mom So I had a sprite instead. I felt proud of myself, The way you said I would, That I didn't drink and drive, Though some friends said I should. I made a healthy choice, And your advice to me was right, The party finally ended, And the kids drove out of sight. I got into my car, Sure to get home in one piece, I never knew what was coming, Mom Something I expected least. Now I'm lying on the pavement, And I hear the policeman say, The kid that caused this wreck was drunk, Mom, his voice seems far away. My own blood's all around me, As I try hard not to cry. I can hear the paramedic say, This girl is going to die. I'm sure the guy had no idea, While he was flying high, Because he chose to drink and drive, Now I would have to die. So why do people do it, Mom Knowing that it ruins lives? And now the pain is cutting me, Like a hundred stabbing knives. Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom Tell daddy to be brave, And when I go to heaven, Put 'Daddy's Girl' on my grave. Someone should have taught him, That its wrong to drink and drive. Maybe if his parents had, I'd still be alive. My breath is getting shorter, Mom I'm getting really scared. These are my final moments, And I'm so unprepared. I wish that you could hold me Mom, As I lie here and die. I wish that I could say, " I love you, Mom!" So I love you and good-bye. heres another one: One day. . . When you were 8 years old, your dad handed you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over your lap. When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice. When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back. When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row. When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house. When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste. When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter. When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked. When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could. When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night. When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn. When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends. When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he cried and told you how deeply he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country. When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him. You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children. And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on your heart. sad. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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social_outcast Posted May 21, 2006 Author Report Share Posted May 21, 2006 The drunk driver one is sad and true. it was written by a good friend of mine. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mushroom_king Posted May 26, 2006 Report Share Posted May 26, 2006 ....here: I went to a party, And remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, Mom So I had a sprite instead. I felt proud of myself, The way you said I would, That I didn't drink and drive, Though some friends said I should. I made a healthy choice, And your advice to me was right, The party finally ended, And the kids drove out of sight. I got into my car, Sure to get home in one piece, I never knew what was coming, Mom Something I expected least. Now I'm lying on the pavement, And I hear the policeman say, The kid that caused this wreck was drunk, Mom, his voice seems far away. My own blood's all around me, As I try hard not to cry. I can hear the paramedic say, This girl is going to die. I'm sure the guy had no idea, While he was flying high, Because he chose to drink and drive, Now I would have to die. So why do people do it, Mom Knowing that it ruins lives? And now the pain is cutting me, Like a hundred stabbing knives. Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom Tell daddy to be brave, And when I go to heaven, Put 'Daddy's Girl' on my grave. Someone should have taught him, That its wrong to drink and drive. Maybe if his parents had, I'd still be alive. My breath is getting shorter, Mom I'm getting really scared. These are my final moments, And I'm so unprepared. I wish that you could hold me Mom, As I lie here and die. I wish that I could say, " I love you, Mom!" So I love you and good-bye. heres another one: One day. . . When you were 8 years old, your dad handed you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over your lap. When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice. When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back. When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row. When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house. When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste. When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter. When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked. When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could. When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night. When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn. When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends. When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he cried and told you how deeply he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country. When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him. You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children. And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on your heart. sad. Those are really sad. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mushroom_king Posted May 26, 2006 Report Share Posted May 26, 2006 The drunk driver one is sad and true. it was written by a good friend of mine. I poem by me. It's the same one I posted a while back, but the words are different. My name is Caitlin and I am just 2 and i would love to say Hello to you but now I cannot, I have no strength to speak The pain that I'm feeling makes me feel small and meek Daddy is drunk, just like mommy said and I waitfor my punishment on this feared bed Daddy comes in, Tells me how horrid he felt by something i didn't do as he pulls out a belt He beats me he slaps me I feel like I'm dead Mommy can't protect me Like she promised she said I start to cry and he beats me again Oh God Oh WHY? Please make it end! My name is Caitlin and I am just 2 has anything like this ever happened to you? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Topazia Posted May 29, 2006 Report Share Posted May 29, 2006 The drunk driver one is sad and true. it was written by a good friend of mine. I poem by me. It's the same one I posted a while back, but the words are different. My name is Caitlin and I am just 2 and i would love to say Hello to you but now I cannot, I have no strength to speak The pain that I'm feeling makes me feel small and meek Daddy is drunk, just like mommy said and I waitfor my punishment on this feared bed Daddy comes in, Tells me how horrid he felt by something i didn't do as he pulls out a belt He beats me he slaps me I feel like I'm dead Mommy can't protect me Like she promised she said I start to cry and he beats me again Oh God Oh WHY? Please make it end! My name is Caitlin and I am just 2 has anything like this ever happened to you? wow, Mk, this is a better version than the other. More visual, more detailed. As for happening to "you", I don't have to bring up Tainted, do I? hey, why is everyone writing neg topics lately? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
social_outcast Posted February 18, 2007 Author Report Share Posted February 18, 2007 The drunk driver one is sad and true. it was written by a good friend of mine. I poem by me. It's the same one I posted a while back, but the words are different. My name is Caitlin and I am just 2 and i would love to say Hello to you but now I cannot, I have no strength to speak The pain that I'm feeling makes me feel small and meek Daddy is drunk, just like mommy said and I waitfor my punishment on this feared bed Daddy comes in, Tells me how horrid he felt by something i didn't do as he pulls out a belt He beats me he slaps me I feel like I'm dead Mommy can't protect me Like she promised she said I start to cry and he beats me again Oh God Oh WHY? Please make it end! My name is Caitlin and I am just 2 has anything like this ever happened to you? wow, Mk, this is a better version than the other. More visual, more detailed. As for happening to "you", I don't have to bring up Tainted, do I? hey, why is everyone writing neg topics lately? ACK! Noone's been here in forever! *dusts off corners and sweeps* Can I get a hand? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Horatio Posted February 18, 2007 Report Share Posted February 18, 2007 The drunk driver one is sad and true. it was written by a good friend of mine. I poem by me. It's the same one I posted a while back, but the words are different. My name is Caitlin and I am just 2 and i would love to say Hello to you but now I cannot, I have no strength to speak The pain that I'm feeling makes me feel small and meek Daddy is drunk, just like mommy said and I waitfor my punishment on this feared bed Daddy comes in, Tells me how horrid he felt by something i didn't do as he pulls out a belt He beats me he slaps me I feel like I'm dead Mommy can't protect me Like she promised she said I start to cry and he beats me again Oh God Oh WHY? Please make it end! My name is Caitlin and I am just 2 has anything like this ever happened to you? wow, Mk, this is a better version than the other. More visual, more detailed. As for happening to "you", I don't have to bring up Tainted, do I? hey, why is everyone writing neg topics lately? ACK! Noone's been here in forever! *dusts off corners and sweeps* Can I get a hand? Would a paw work instead? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
social_outcast Posted February 19, 2007 Author Report Share Posted February 19, 2007 The drunk driver one is sad and true. it was written by a good friend of mine. I poem by me. It's the same one I posted a while back, but the words are different. My name is Caitlin and I am just 2 and i would love to say Hello to you but now I cannot, I have no strength to speak The pain that I'm feeling makes me feel small and meek Daddy is drunk, just like mommy said and I waitfor my punishment on this feared bed Daddy comes in, Tells me how horrid he felt by something i didn't do as he pulls out a belt He beats me he slaps me I feel like I'm dead Mommy can't protect me Like she promised she said I start to cry and he beats me again Oh God Oh WHY? Please make it end! My name is Caitlin and I am just 2 has anything like this ever happened to you? wow, Mk, this is a better version than the other. More visual, more detailed. As for happening to "you", I don't have to bring up Tainted, do I? hey, why is everyone writing neg topics lately? ACK! Noone's been here in forever! *dusts off corners and sweeps* Can I get a hand? Would a paw work instead? Beggers can't be choosers. Go clean out that fridge while I vaccum. *knows Horatio won't be able to resist food* and DONT eat my choco cake. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Horatio Posted February 19, 2007 Report Share Posted February 19, 2007 The drunk driver one is sad and true. it was written by a good friend of mine. I poem by me. It's the same one I posted a while back, but the words are different. My name is Caitlin and I am just 2 and i would love to say Hello to you but now I cannot, I have no strength to speak The pain that I'm feeling makes me feel small and meek Daddy is drunk, just like mommy said and I waitfor my punishment on this feared bed Daddy comes in, Tells me how horrid he felt by something i didn't do as he pulls out a belt He beats me he slaps me I feel like I'm dead Mommy can't protect me Like she promised she said I start to cry and he beats me again Oh God Oh WHY? Please make it end! My name is Caitlin and I am just 2 has anything like this ever happened to you? wow, Mk, this is a better version than the other. More visual, more detailed. As for happening to "you", I don't have to bring up Tainted, do I? hey, why is everyone writing neg topics lately? ACK! Noone's been here in forever! *dusts off corners and sweeps* Can I get a hand? Would a paw work instead? Beggers can't be choosers. Go clean out that fridge while I vaccum. *knows Horatio won't be able to resist food* and DONT eat my choco cake. *runs off to clean out the fridge* *opens door, looks inside and sees my second favorite food...* Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
social_outcast Posted February 19, 2007 Author Report Share Posted February 19, 2007 The drunk driver one is sad and true. it was written by a good friend of mine. I poem by me. It's the same one I posted a while back, but the words are different. My name is Caitlin and I am just 2 and i would love to say Hello to you but now I cannot, I have no strength to speak The pain that I'm feeling makes me feel small and meek Daddy is drunk, just like mommy said and I waitfor my punishment on this feared bed Daddy comes in, Tells me how horrid he felt by something i didn't do as he pulls out a belt He beats me he slaps me I feel like I'm dead Mommy can't protect me Like she promised she said I start to cry and he beats me again Oh God Oh WHY? Please make it end! My name is Caitlin and I am just 2 has anything like this ever happened to you? wow, Mk, this is a better version than the other. More visual, more detailed. As for happening to "you", I don't have to bring up Tainted, do I? hey, why is everyone writing neg topics lately? ACK! Noone's been here in forever! *dusts off corners and sweeps* Can I get a hand? Would a paw work instead? Beggers can't be choosers. Go clean out that fridge while I vaccum. *knows Horatio won't be able to resist food* and DONT eat my choco cake. *runs off to clean out the fridge* *opens door, looks inside and sees my second favorite food...* hehehe...*gets checklist* make bait fat 'n' juicy? check! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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