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Jellyfish  Oct 2014
My Scars
Jellyfish Oct 2014
People just don't understand that my scars are part of what make me who I am,
I may have created them out of foolishness,
but they were debated over agony in the purist.
You may look at me differently because of them,
and of course I understand that,
they are not what make me pretty, nor friendly.
But they remind me that I am not always correct about everything.
They remind me that pain is real.
That I can feel whatever I want to feel in this insane world,
and even though I did make them myself,
I can remember the pain that was felt that in fact inspired them.

and now late at night when the silence creeps in,
I cannot sleep because I remember back then.
and the pain that you dealt may have been done in secret,
but either way you knew that I would hear it, and I will not say a word of hate towards you,
because we were small people in the middle of the sea.
And when I look down I have a constant reminder of that,
but I am stonger now, because of all the tears you caused me to cry.
I will stand taller now, because of your cruelties towards me.
I'll know not to cry next time.
Because in that situation it made things worse.
Ciarra Reneé Jan 2014
feminism isn't just burn your bras and let your leg hair grow
it's standing up and recognizing that gender inequality exists
and we love to slip it under the rug because women are allowed to do things like rid themselves of unwanted pregnancies and
men expect that to be enough they expect that because we get control over our own bodies that we're equal
simple rights allotted to human beings are given to us and we're supposed to throw a ******* parade?
Pat Robertson said "the feminist agenda is not about equal rights for women. It is about a socialist, anti-family political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, **** their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians."
and what I don't get it is
how people pretend like this sexist ******* doesn't exist
I'm not saying all feminists are right
but I know for a fact all sexists are wrong
and I don't mean to go left but Just because I want to be able to have control over my own body and have equal opportunity in the work place and not have to wear makeup and do my hair and shave my legs does not mean that I'm an evil lesbian baby killing husband leaving capitalism destroying witch
I can promote women's rights and be a mother and a wife
you can promote women's rights and be a mother and a wife
and men who believe that feminists are just a bunch of ******* with hairy legs and heavy hearts are sadly mistaken
we as women carry a substantial undeniable and unbearable burden for being something that we didn't ask to be
I can't walk outta my house after dusk without praying that I don't get *****
I can't show skin because I'd be asking for it
I can't even mention *** without being a ****** *****
I can't walk into an interview without having to work twice as hard against male competitors
I can't cry without being needy and over emotional
I can't embrace the beauty that god gave me without makeup without being plain and low maintenance
I can't say that things aren't equal and that double standards are in place without being an evil lesbian baby killing husband leaving capitalism destroying witch
and you think things are fair?  
just because we've left the kids and the kitchen from 9-5 does not mean we've entered equality
because guess what we all personally know at least 5 mothers who go out and work just as hard and just as good as men do and still go home and take care of their children and their household
so basically men want a pat on the back for doubling the work load?
and I'm not a woman who does not recognize that there are double standards in place for men
they can't tell another man he looks good or be emotional or sensitive without being gay
what but men don't get is
I can't be alone on the street  without a whistle or a cat call
I would rather tolerate what they have to
women are forced to spend every waking moment outside of their homes worrying that they might get ***** or assaulted or drugged and ******* or brought into *** slavery
maybe I'm paranoid or maybe you just don't get that women are being ***** in their homes, teens are being roofied taken advantage of, and then slandered, 8 year old girls in Singapore are forced to have *** with multiple men a day or their families are murdered
don't you realize, the burden we are given just for having an extra X chromosome
men may be are stronger but women are
stonger
we carry worry and burden on our shoulders and still manage to be beautiful creatures
we are not just **** and ***
we are mothers  and daughters and nieces and cousins and sisters and lovers and friends and businesswomen and nurses and doctors and soldiers and lawyers and teachers
we've moved an inch with miles to go
in the great words of Malcolm X
"you don't stick a knife in a man's back 9 inches and then pull it out 6 inches and say you're making progress"
you don't let women in the workplace but not give them the same treatment as male employees and call that equality
I am black and I am a woman and whether whites or men
like it I refuse to stop fighting for not only feminism but for progression
Arcassin B Sep 2014
By Arcassin Burnham


kissing you,
would take a thousand heavens,
hang me with the rope,
if i ever lose you,
step into the mind of a boy,
with a stonger love,
list of emotions on a menu,
would you like an appetizer,
with your broken heart,
i fell in love with the waitress,
she shot my chest like darts,
and if its any harm done,
just know im sorry for it,
always been as careful as it was accounted for,

but at the end of the day,
its you i wanna hold tight,
but at the end of the day,
its you i wanna hold tight.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2014/09/hold-tight-pt1.html
October  Aug 2018
In another life
October Aug 2018
We will both move on to be
better, stonger,
different people.
We will find the one,
the right one.
I like to think that maybe,
maybe in another life we were meant to be.
In another life we find each other,
again, as we always do.
In this other life exists a love;
A love that is intended to be carried out;
A love intended to be seen to the end.
Just unfortunately, not in this life.
In this life it’s goodbye.
In this life it’s never again.
In this life our love,
our deep, deep love
has come to an end.
Some love never dies. It just temporarily ends. Until we are reborn where this love picks up again. I will find you. In the next life.
Xyns  Mar 2014
Stonger Than I Was
Xyns Mar 2014
"You used to say that I'd never be nothing without you
And I believe I'm striding the roads, I guess I can't breathe
Just lay here with me, baby, hold me please
And I beg and I plead, drop to knees
And I cry and I'd scream, baby, please don't leave
****** the keys from your hand
I would squeeze and you'd laugh
And you'd tease, you're just ******* with me
And you must hate me
Why do you date me if you say I make you sick?
And you've had enough of me
I smother you, I'm 'bout to jump off the edge"

"You walked out, I almost died
It was almost a homicide that you caused cause I was so traumatized
Felt like I was in for a long bus ride
I'd rather die than you not be by my side
Can't count how many times I vomited, cried
Go to my room, turn the radio on and hide, uh
We were Bonnie and Clyde
No, on the inside you were Jekyll and Hyde I
Felt like my whole relationship with you was a lie
It was you and I, why did I think it was ride or die?
Cause if you could've took my life you would've"
Stronger Than I Was by Eminem
Anna  Sep 2019
together.
Anna Sep 2019
From the time she was young,
You taught her other girls were her conpetition.
Being better, prettier, more beautiful than other girls you told her was her goal.
You taught her to judge people by their appearance rather than what's in their souls.
Had you taught her to stand by and support other girls the world would've been better.
If you would've taught her the strength of her voice rather than that of sparkles and glitter.
Instead of teaching her to push other girls out of the way to make it to the top,
Teaching her to stand with them would have been enough.
Teaching her that when they are together they are stonger.
That in their unity lies power.
Instead of teaching her to knock other girls' crowns down and being princess alone,
Maybe you should've taught her by fixing each other's crowns and standing together,
They would be queens and rule the world.
Mostly inspired by Lilly Singh's #GirlLove campaign.
Marcus Logan  Oct 2010
Embrace
Marcus Logan Oct 2010
the rain falls gently into the summer night
embracing the gentle touch of cement
cascading gently upon the water
of what was left behind

the sounds that echo
within a broken heart
the trails and ttribulations
will only make you stonger

the wind caress the world
like a lover's open arms
protecting it from the
evil of this world

dreams lie shattered
across the world
like broken glass
left on the ground

let my voice be your disguise
that hides you away
to make it through
just one more day
Whiskurz  Apr 2013
Let You Go
Whiskurz Apr 2013
You've said the words I refuse to hear
I beg you take them back
You want me to say goodbye I fear
The words I somehow lack

You said I knew this day would come
But I must disagree
I know this happens sometimes to some
But not to you and me

You said you no longer feel the same
But my love keeps growing stonger
You say it's you, I'm not the blame
Please try a little longer

What must I do to change your mind?
You say it's set in stone
A love like this is hard to find
You say you must move on

You walk away and say goodbye
There's one thing you should know
It doesn't matter how hard I try
My heart can't let you go
Cherry Rae Lynn Apr 2013
Taking a chance in life can be hard,
You never know who to trust,
Who is going to be there for you,
Who is just going to be another let down.

But I decided to take a chance,
to take a chance on you,
and now i know it was the right one.

You taught me that Im better off without you,
Im stonger than I thought I was,
and I can be independent.

You didnt treat me right,
and I dont really blame you.
but now Im the one moving on,
while you're still holding on.
얼음  Feb 2017
Battlefield
얼음 Feb 2017
Most of the time,
the hardest battle
happens inside our heads.
We fight so hard to cope
with all the disappointments
life throws at us,
that we either come out stonger
or just become damaged
beyond repair.
This battle leaves
not just mere memories,
but issues as souvenirs..
the kind that makes you feel
completely scarred for life.

Do you know how it feels
to fight this kind of fight?
Where you know you're the only one
who feels it,
sees it,
and you're the only person
who can free yourself from this hell.
You are basically alone..
No one can understand
how the feeling of emptiness
can drown you from the inside.
How exhausting it is to fight off
the demons that continue
to haunt you
even when you're asleep.
That constant feeling of hopelessness
that makes you question
your reason for still existing..
Why me?
you will ask this a million times
when you're trying so hard
to look okay to others
while internally screaming for help.

Every single day
you wonder how long
you can still last
before you succumb to the darkness
inside of you.
Every single night
you pray for light,
in this never ending blackness-
*"Will I ever get out
of my loneliness?
And so I ask of You,
dear God,
please save me from this.
Anyone,
save me from myself."
Rosa Lovetta  Jan 2018
Stonger
Rosa Lovetta Jan 2018
She’s crying, how dare she cry.
I hate it when she does that. Hate,Hate,HATE, but her eyes only show sorrow.
How am I suppose to compete with that?
“STOP!” I yell, but it doesn’t work.
She sobs, uncontrollably like a water fall, her eyes an endless pool some how overflowing.
How dare she cry at a time like this.
I’m supose to be scolding her, sharping her like a dagger,
And then she cry’s.
Her silent tears begging me for forgiveness,
No, No, NO!
I can’t give in, not now not ever.
All I yell is met by  innocent  eyes,
She doesn’t understand,
She whimpers” I’m sorry”
I go to the door” actions speak louder than words”.
The door slams shut.
I can hear her crying, but I can’t comfort her,
I don’t care if she hates me.
She needs to to stronger,
She needs to  survive
Ma Cherie May 2016
I can't see you though
I know your near I've felt your breath a thousand times
I've relived our life within my mind
can't go back for too much fear
I'm better off without you here
I'm stonger now than the force of a hurricane
and stronger than your guilt or blame
I'm  a fire that can't be tamed....
I will remain.

— The End —