Enchanting Poet• Show stories

Hey, my name is Casey, but call me Casey. I'm new to storywrite and all poetry, so I'm maneuvering my way around. I already have a friend on here, Enchantee, and she's been helping me a bit. I'm apart of her group, Characters, so join! Well, I have  few hobbies, including poetry. I lvoe tgo write, so I will post a few of my poems and stories on here. I hope you enjoy them. Well, I hope we become friends. Oh yeah, I'm 13 years old.

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Well, I have a friend here on storywrite and allpoetry that I would like to share to the world. Her name is Enchantee, and she is a great friend! Her account name is xenchanteex, and her link to her account is Here.

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My poetic life is very simple, and it tends to be like every other life. Well, I came upon poetry when I was 3, and started learning how to write. I watched my sister do it over and over, and I knew that someday it would become a passion. And it has, indeed. xD I love to write sad, personal, and thoughtful poetry, because that's what usually comes from my heart, which is usually tender. I hope you enjoy this.

My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get
Just one whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!" I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

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