Poetically Beautiful

Waking up christmas morning To see if santa had come. By my surprise someone lurking under the tree. With old ornaments in his hair, big dark eyes, watering mouth. Wrapping paper hanging from his chin. When he turned to me we both let out a scream. Parents rushing out to find  But an evil looking creature to our surprise. Opening up the door hoping he will go. Running and yelling more presents to go. For he feeds on your presents if your good or bad. Waiting for Santa to leave Is when he feeds on your presents. So lock your doors and windows oh so tight. Your fires burn oh so bright. So you will not find this evil elf. Lurking underneath your Christmas tree By: Trinity Scoggins My Beautiful daughter 

Watching from a far by the trees. Her beauty in her eyes I can see. By the lake she sits watching the ripples in. Calming it all seems. Making my presence known. Asking have you seen my beautiful neice? She has blonde hair, eyes as blue as the sea. She smiles with no words. That familiar smile, came to me. Oh wait can this be? Her familiar blonde hair, beauty in her eyes as the sea. How can this be?  My niece in front of me. What is going on. Before my eyes, her beauty changed on me. Evil, I do not recognize  Now the voice speaks. I took her with me, dead now is she. Save her not, to late you are, To bring back the beauty that lay upon her. I told my 10 year old Trinity Scoggins, to help me write. She said, let's make it a ghostly story.

Tried to break me Mold to your approval. My mind has to be on your wave links. Speak what you speak. Gullible, breakable now loveable Torn piece by piece For your amusement your pleasure. Set on a petastool just looking at your creation. Pleasing no more teasing. My mind works with yours. Gullible, breakable now loveable. Torn piece by piece for your amusement your pleasure. I perceived the reality. Unbreakable, unstoppable, indestructible. I become my amusement my pleasure My growth is unforgettable, irresistible, Tried to break me. Mold to your approval. My mind thinks and speaks for itself.

I fell drowning, in over my head. Alone I tried to climb. Like quick sand deeper I fell. The pits of Hell was opening up To swallow me whole. Looking down its flames are blazing hot. The screams are unbearable. Leave please do not make this your home. Screams of these wanting to be released. Still small voice judgement has been set. Trying to reach on to the smallest vine. To pull myself up to stand on my own. That same still small voice. I am the only one true vine. Looking up a man whom had wholes in his hands. Reached out too me. His name I cried out with tears of Joy. Jesus, the fear had left me. This is not a home I had set for you. This was not a home I had set for them. I am the one true vine, you can be set free. I died to set you free. That is how much I love you. Alone I never wanted you to walk. I want to take all your burdens and carry them. So you can stay focused on me. Jesus, I cry. Jesus, I shout. My Lord, my savior forever. ...

Tears of blood She stands by his side with pride Even tho he never has words to find. For the love he says he has. She wonders if she is seen as his Queen. She hides all alone In the dark cold room. What was once tears now flows the blood stream Down her face. Wonder fills her mind is she beautiful, Wanted, does she amaze him. Make him proud. Her smile is it contagious? Sexy? She hides all alone in the cold dark room. What was once tears now flow a stream of blood down her face. She never shows her emotions, Tall and strong she stands by his side. Hoping that he might just find those words She romantically longs for. Her motivation for herself. Until that day she sits alone in the cold room with blood flowing from her face that was once a stream of tears. Her heart longing for those words. Her beautiful motivation to be the best queen she knew she could be.