Poetry of the Ages by Kaitlin Chenoa Humphries (the dot read aloud txt) 📕

wakes up
she feels as if no sleep has come
yet she can't return to slumber
the day has just begun.

Breakfast at first was no wonder
but then a man came to her door
dressed in uniform an envelope in his hand
she shook as she took it from the man.

Scared as she opened it
she knew the worse had come
her beloved soldier
was not coming home.

Tears fall from her eyes
as his casket is brought down the aisle
family friends and soldiers there
it was something she had not imagined for a while.

Now her soldier slept in deep slumber
slowly lowered into the ground
taps is played from trumpet
and shots are fired as he goes to rest.

Home she goes clutching the medals and flag given to her
home she goes to an empty bed and house
home without the man she had loved.


Dark Vortex

A girl she sits
shackled to a dark vortex
slowly her strength is waning
he hope is losing.

She used to struggle
wait for the day to escape
hope for the light that had been lost
but now she sits
losing all hope.

But the light she has been waiting for
the escape she had so needed
finally has come.

The chains they fall away
but the vortex try's to make her stay
it bruises her
abuses her
to try and chain her again.

But she keeps walking towards the light
and as her foot hits it
a bang is heard.
She falls her hand clutching her chest
as she pulls her hand away
she sees it stained red with blood
and slowly as she dies
she reaches for the light.

The vortex it approaches her
a gun gleams in the light
yet she is no longer shackled
but she had not reached the light
so she lays dead
with unseeing sight.


Destroyed

She screams as he ties her
She begs as he strips her
She wanted nothing more then to escape
She wanted nothing more then to get away.

He laughs at her attempts
Grins as she begs him to stop
His hands wanders
Where they were not supposed to be.

She screams more
Struggles futile
She can't move
as he gags her to keep her quiet.

More then anything she wants away
As he destroys her dearest treasure
The thing she has been saving for that special person.

She cries in fear
she cries in pain
she cries in loss.

When he is done
He forces her kiss
Then leaves her bloody and tied.

For the rest of her life
She walks with scars
Unable to do anything else
For fear now rules her life.


The Portrait of a Killer

The brush slides across the canvas
dark red blood dripping as the artist puts his final touch
he had worked on this masterpiece for many weeks
and only now had he found the right color to finish it off.

Stepping away he lets out a cackle of happiness
his art work now complete
he turns to smile at the woman tied with his sheet
"Beautiful isn't it?" he asked dipping his brush in the pool of blood beneath her.

The woman whimpers softly in response
as she stares at a portrait of herself
tied against her own will
bloody and beaten
with a dark figure near her
no face to match it to
just as there was no face to match to the artist.

The artist laughed again and ran a finger along her skin
"That was the perfect color to finish off my portrait" he whispered
she shrank away as a nail dug into her numb skin.

The artist grins and turns looking at the painting he had completed
the dark form mimicking his own
his masterpiece showing his own psychotic heart.

Now the painting hangs in a museum
The title exactly what it was
"The portrait of a killer"
yet no one knew the inspiration
of such a beloved piece of art.


Mans Cruelty: Her Killer

Small hands reach up to grab his finger
but he pulls from her in disgust
the rapist, the murderer, father of the angel
stares down at her with hate.

What right did the woman he abused
have to bring his child into the world?
What right did the little whore have
to not kill the tell tale sign of his mis deed?

The very sight of this child,
this begotten bastard of his rape
his show of a true mans power,
made him sick to his very core.

The thought of the bastard child
and the whore mother whose innocence he stole
drove him crazy with rage
and he knew neither could live.

With one swift move
the child
the proof of his deed was dead
no prints left, not a single hair
he'd come prepared.

The gasp and wail of the whores’ pain
for the loss of such a menace
made blood with anger rush through his veins.
Turning for his attack
he slammed her back.
Took her once more against her will
his whore, the girl who could have been his end.

He showed her his power
the strength of men
till she was broken
and fell still, no longer struggling.

He grinned with power
grabbed up her hair
asked her who she was.

She was his
his whore
his toy.

Then looking at her with clear disgust
he tossed her down
stepped and crushed her pipe
whore she was he would not have
but be her an example
of a mans power
cruelty
and lost.


Broken

In your eyes I see it
how much you could care less
the promise you had given
now laying broken in my hand.

The bruise that had broken it
rested solely on my cheek
the promise of never raising a hand
now nothing more than empty words.

It started as a simple fight
then turned into one of our worst...
I don't really know how it happened
what I did to deserve your words
and the back of your hand upon my cheek.

The tears they escaped my eyes
ones of despair, betrayal and pain.
Nothing you could do could fix my life
the way I viewed the world
nor the way I could not stop my cries.

The promise you had broken
was more important than your promise of marriage
the promise to never hurt me
like the others before had so readily done.

And so with broken promises
I cry into my arms
as you stand there watching without caring
your eyes now the hardest glass.

So the promise lays in my palm
broken into a million pieces
with no way to change things back.


Lovers Murder

His hands held tight to a bloody knife
the wicked smile crossing his face
he carved into the very thing he loved
that laid before him now cold and dead.

He took his knife wiped bloody hands on his pants
then leaned over once more
to cut her down from chest to Naval.

Pulling her skin apart he closed her eyes and smiled
thinking he released his lovers soul
he leaned back done with his final task.

Sitting there he looked at her
bloody carved
but in his mind he still saw her beauty
leaned foreword and kissed dead cold lips
blood smearing over his lips and cheek
as he sighed then smiled down.

Only to watch in slight horror and fascination
as his lovers eyes seemed to open to stare
he shook in fear and wonder
as she stared up with love.
Then with a cry of frustration
he carved his own arm to match hers.

Leaning down he kissed her lips
apologized for the world they had to live in
then with a great precision he plunged the knife into his heart.
Fell dead upon the very thing he lived for.

And in the shadows a figure chuckled
red eyes a flame with the couples death
to die for love and to protect
he shook his head and left.


To Die of Love

They drove around bends
the road dark and reclusive
they had found it hidden from the world.

Stopping in the middle of nowhere
They step out and examine their guns
Fiancées’ looking at each other over top the car.

They step back and around
one already bleeding leaving a trail on the ground.
She had seen the real world as it was
rape and violence and gangs
now she was sure
that they could not last
in a love so cruel to others.

Cocking his gun he looked to his love
now hardened by what she had seen in life
death was the only thing they could think of
to make sure their love never left.

They both took aim
and on the count of three
the shots rang loud in the trees.

And they fell dead
hidden among the trees
to be found by a ranger happening by.

Upon examination of the dead girl
they found something carved into her arm
"With this world as it is
we die to protect the love we have
to make sure we don't lose it
as time wears on
because of the stupidity
of our own sinned race."


Suicide of want

Her breathing it did quicken
as the knife drew across her breasts.
A small trickle of blood followed
sliding down a quickening chest.

Her eyes couldn't close
held open but the worst contraption.
She couldn't control the quickening of her heart
or the fear that reached her eyes.

The man before her, her father owed
great sums of money he had to pay.
And so in attempt to quiet it down
and to acquire more money for his own grubby needs
sold off his daughter to the highest bidder
the beautiful girl a toy to any mans needs.

Soon through drugs and torture and pain
an addict to sex is what she became
scars reminded her of what she was to do
forced to pay of her fathers’ dues.

The man didn't visit nor did he care
his want for his money consumed his very air.
She became his break his ability to do as he wished
as long as she continued her job
to service any man.

But soon a man came to her bed
to call for her to wed
he paid a hefty sum for her
took her back to breed and wed.

Now under the roof of a horrible man
drinking wine to keep herself sane
she realized her life now different
and cheated on the very man who saved her.

Her secret betrayal she doused with wine
sent the money to the betraying father of hers
kept his debts at by as usual
cutting her inner most thighs
she was able to keep from having children

Soon she would die
soon they'd find out her lies
but the damage was done
she was addicted to sex like a drug
because of her fathers own money needs
she was nothing more then a whore
dressed in expensive clothes and jewelry.

Once her lies showed through
realization of her addiction was shown
shamed by the man who called her his own
cast out by the man who paid for her clothes
shunned by the men who bedded her so
Finally the beautiful girl shamed to suicide
death coming quickly from her fathers’ money needs
and the mens wants of her in bed.


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