We had a contest/ who could write the best haikus?/ Jasmine Ayla won.
Here’s her winning entry:
And the nights are dark,
drowning in my tears and fears.
I’m afraid to run.
Runner-Up goes to James Ziegenblag for this wonderful poem:
Running from my past,
memories of Mexico
haunt me in my dreams.
And Honorable Mention to Meyla Atkinson:
Tiny room alone
my brain forgets who I am
I love my captors.
Here are the rest of haikus, and they are all good:
Jasmine Ayla
(the syllables are off but I liked this one so I put it in anyway):
they took away our freedoms
at the expense of their own soul
and we’re the winners in the end
A haiku for WWASP-
you took advantage of me
I was just a child.
You wore women’s pants,
couldn’t look me in the eye,
still dreamed about you.
The beans made us fart,
some choked on the pigeon soup,
but we loved Sundays.
Seagulls overhead,
concrete’s always beneath me.
I wish I could fly
A lost family,
the seconds drip like honey,
a forgotten life.
Our lonely souls trapped,
adults’ vested interests,
dollar signs floating
Luke said, ‘you are bad’,
and Dace said ‘you deserve it’,
Their goal was money.
Who am I after,
endless manipulation,
forever less whole.
Meyla Atkinson
Trapped, must escape wwasp
locked doors, tall fence, free sky above
can I levitate?
Concerning my sleep deprivation “process”:
day one: bright hallway
day two: pester when I sleep
day three: only blackness
Can’t eat for the loud
torture noises through the wall.
Will I be hurt next?
Music as torture
Loud and unstoppable noise.
The songs still haunt me.
Angelique Rochelle
WWASP, say what the fuck!
you dirty stinking bastards.
inbred, overfed.
Bill Boyles
Beaten down like dogs,
fighting and clawing for rank.
Crabs in a bucket.
Pain was just the start.
They tried to steal my mind but
could not steal my soul.
Alone in a group
I cannot even trust my “friends”.
They are in it too.
Crack a Mormon joke!
Utter silence in the car…
oops Jason is one.
Hear Tony Robbins?
I cannot bear it again
yet I know I must.
Droning while I eat,
they are laughing while i sleep-
but silence is worse.
Some dumb video
I have seen one hundred times.
Must pretend to watch.
Peeking at the girls.
Try not to get caught by staff.
Deep shit if I do.
My youth was misspent
languishing in a teen jail
I did not deserve.
James Ziegenbalg
And the nights are dark,
drowning in my tears and fears
I’m afraid to run.
Strangers at my door
in the middle of the night,
paid to kidnap me.
Robert B. Lichfield,
the man who made his millions
by torturing kids.
What is the true cost
of an ill begotten wealth?
The price of our youth?
Numb to the abuse-
palms up, palms down, palms apart-
keep it together..
Back straight, looking straight,
keep those sandals together.
Do not break structure.
No teen boy should know
his size in women’s clothing
It’s just that simple.
I suffered for it-
The greed of Robert Lichfield!
How many more must?
Some of us forgive,
but the pain that we all shared
we will NOT forget!
Thirty thousand bucks…
I would have liked to believe
My youth was worth more.
Chelsea Filer
Ugh! What is that smell?
Back at Casa instantly.
It’s Fabuloso.
Chelsea Maldonado
Across the ocean,
a paradise filled with pain.
Longing to go home.
“Rescue me!” I pray,
whispered to a deity,
one I don’t believe.
My youth is long gone,
stolen on a distant beach.
Cannot get it back
Jessie Krohn
Storming screaming skies
rage pain steals time fight lost years
forever haunted.
Ryan Jeambey
Pooping on poop pile.
Le Tiara sucks my ass.
Glad I am home now!
Alexei Lindes
Alexei is a Heritage School survivor and wrote some haikus about his similar experience. Alexei is a dedicated survivor advocate!
Some are kinda hot.
Most are virgins.
I hate Utah.
I know I’m not supposed to…
I can be quiet.
Fuck. Masturbation resource team.
Amanda Dunn Keyes
Amanda is a survivor’s spouse and passionate advocate.
Survivor spouse, gasp!
….unprepared for damaged life…
eyes wide open now!
Memories come CRASH!
…spilled upon my lap again…
secrets cut like knives.
Floating in the blue
In the plastic ocean of chairs
You can’t sink or swim
A Lonely Rose Stands
Pretty Face Without A Name
Thorns To Hide The Pain
HORIZON ACADEMY HAIKU
Fuck Chaffin’s Fat Ass
He is just a greedy pig
With a bad record
HORIZON ACADEMY HAIKU
Still Get some flashbacks
A mormon pyramid scam
Nobody deserves this shit
Got put in worksheets
For eating extra melon
That shit tasted good
CROSS CREEK HAIKU
Restrain me again
It is almost useless now
Staff is giving up
Poor kid peed his pants
Young Kyle is only 12
Staff Buddy Torture
CROSS CREEK HAIKU (AFTER A 12 YEAR OLD WAS FORCED TO URINATE HIMSELF SINCE HE WAS ON STAFF BUDDY AT CROSS CREEK AND THEY ARE LIMITED THEIR BATHROOM USAGE)
Bathroom once a day
If you have to go you go
It’s human nature
CROSS CREEK HAIKU (About when children are stuck in worksheet room for 10 hours a day for a month straight or more if you don’t stop supposedly acting out. it is torture. currently there is two 12 year-old kids who are on BFO meaning they are in worksheets for a month).
When do you get out
This tape just keeps on playing
Non-stop the whole day
I was never there,
to profit from misery.
The ninth circle waits…
Digging a hole,
What are we doing this for?
Keep your mouths shut,
They say
Sans faith,
We all pray