Mommasita

My Boy

Forgotten

Spoken words
Not heard
Chilling screams
Ignored
Haunting dreams
Forgotten

Teddy Too

Trista Blue

"Looks like I'm here now! What did I have on my mind? It's too late to answer that now. Back home, I was really popular, always wanting attention that didn't belong to me. My admired beauty inspired many young girls. I still remember that day when the wreath of silver and brilliant stars was placed on my head. The crowd yelled happily, and I was so excited. The days, weeks, and months went on; and so did the excitement and attention. It slowed down and drew me down. I wasn't happy anymore. I wanted to be noticed. Jim told me things aren't that bad. I should have let him talk me out of it. He loved me and this is how I paid him back. I thought I could get attention if they found me in time. I turned on the most depressing music and lay in bed as the razor of torment drained my life slowly and painfully. I watched them put me here. Did I cry? Oh, yes! I cried as they sang my sweet song of death. Poor Jim, it wasn't his fault. He didn't find me in time. Every once and a while he'll stop and bring me a ruby red rose. I now realize I was wrong and wish I were still there. It's too late now, too late! It's even too late to say I'm sorry and I never told him I loved him. Here, we're all the same, and I'm not getting all the attention. Not even up there."