KoWren - Hello Poetry

And if I should be killed simply for living If I am silenced for speaking my mind Let death and his friends be more forgiving Then all of my life and all of mankind

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Dec 11, 2024

Dec 11, 2024 at 4:47 PM UTC

KoWren

(Unnamed)

And if I should be killed simply for living If I am silenced for speaking my mind Let death and his friends be more forgiving Then all of my life and all of mankind

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But it’s over now It should have never even began It was so long ago Yet it feels like it was yesterday Others have had it worse And others have had it better They didn’t mean it like that What other way could they have meant it? This will destroy my family It has already destroyed you They already walk on eggshells around me The eggs that they broke in the first place I was too much, You were sick I was weak You were a child. But they’re my parents, how could I not forgive them? But you’re their kid, how could they do something unforgivable? No one stopped it No one knew Who could I have gone to? Those you have loved They never even knew me Because you never even let them But it’s over now

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Dec 10, 2024

Dec 10, 2024 at 5:39 PM UTC

KoWren

Doubt: A conversation

But it’s over now It should have never even began It was so long ago Yet it feels like it was yesterday Others have had it worse And others have had it better They didn’t mean it like that What other way could they have meant it? This will destroy my family It has already destroyed you They already walk on eggshells around me The eggs that they broke in the first place I was too much, You were sick I was weak You were a child. But they’re my parents, how could I not forgive them? But you’re their kid, how could they do something unforgivable? No one stopped it No one knew Who could I have gone to? Those you have loved They never even knew me Because you never even let them But it’s over now

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Never speak with someone else's tongue Never play a role you haven’t rehearsed Don’t ever bite at the hand that feeds you Unless the hand that feeds you bit you first

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Dec 9, 2024

Dec 9, 2024 at 9:12 PM UTC

KoWren

The Hand That Feeds

Never speak with someone else's tongue Never play a role you haven’t rehearsed Don’t ever bite at the hand that feeds you Unless the hand that feeds you bit you first

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Why is it: But they're your parents, how could you not forgive them? And never: But you're their kid, how could they do something so unforgivable?

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Dec 9, 2024

Dec 9, 2024 at 8:09 PM UTC

KoWren

Untitled

Why is it: But they're your parents, how could you not forgive them? And never: But you're their kid, how could they do something so unforgivable?

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It’s a horrid illusion It’s all in my head But I fear if I sleep I’ll wake in my childhood bed The cracked pink walls My nightlight still on If I close my eyes once more I’ll be back where I started at dawn The mattress still creaks With each heavy breath My father still curses At my mother who wept My hair may grow out The pictures on the walls Stare back at me The ghosts of my past Who had yet to be free My hair may grow out And change its hue But when I look in the mirror I see the kid I thought I outgrew I wonder if I’ll ever escape Or if like my nightlight I’ll crawl back to this place These walls remind me of where I’ve come from My closet full of dreams unsaid The dreams I once dreamt of In my childhood bed

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Dec 9, 2024

Dec 9, 2024 at 8:07 PM UTC

KoWren

Childhood Bed

It’s a horrid illusion It’s all in my head But I fear if I sleep I’ll wake in my childhood bed The cracked pink walls My nightlight still on If I close my eyes once more I’ll be back where I started at dawn The mattress still creaks With each heavy breath My father still curses At my mother who wept My hair may grow out The pictures on the walls Stare back at me The ghosts of my past Who had yet to be free My hair may grow out And change its hue But when I look in the mirror I see the kid I thought I outgrew I wonder if I’ll ever escape Or if like my nightlight I’ll crawl back to this place These walls remind me of where I’ve come from My closet full of dreams unsaid The dreams I once dreamt of In my childhood bed

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Picture frame on my wall Heart surgery, age of three Scar that the doctors cut Cover wounds that they can’t see Crime scene of beer bottles Your memories are doing time Your ex-wife, a four-time convict Your only child, your only crime My first steps were on eggshells Eggshells like bombs in a field Locked me in my moon-lit room A closed door, my only shield So tell me again how everyone ruined your life How my mom was such a reckless ***** Carry me to my creaking bed I’ll here your sobbing through the closed door Sleep doesn’t come easy Not through my muffled screams Did you sleep soundly, at peace finally Or do you see me in your dreams? My memories are mysteries Those I trust then can’t be true You were supposed to protect me from others Instead, I protected others from you Perception heals what time could not Time writes stories on your face Stories of you slamming doors Doors I have left unlocked, just in case

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Dec 7, 2024

Dec 7, 2024 at 7:11 PM UTC

KoWren

Doors (Just In Case)

Picture frame on my wall Heart surgery, age of three Scar that the doctors cut Cover wounds that they can’t see Crime scene of beer bottles Your memories are doing time Your ex-wife, a four-time convict Your only child, your only crime My first steps were on eggshells Eggshells like bombs in a field Locked me in my moon-lit room A closed door, my only shield So tell me again how everyone ruined your life How my mom was such a reckless ***** Carry me to my creaking bed I’ll here your sobbing through the closed door Sleep doesn’t come easy Not through my muffled screams Did you sleep soundly, at peace finally Or do you see me in your dreams? My memories are mysteries Those I trust then can’t be true You were supposed to protect me from others Instead, I protected others from you Perception heals what time could not Time writes stories on your face Stories of you slamming doors Doors I have left unlocked, just in case

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If you’re feeling sinister Have your mom call the minister Nail you to your splintered cross Let him purify your thoughts Regurgitate old bible verses To further rid you of your curses Leave your woes and your coven Take your head out of the oven Swear, kick, bite, and scream Just like Linda on the screen Put down your crucifix Get off your cross of sticks There are pills they can administer If you’re feeling sinister Florescent coats, fluorescent lighting Padded walls to stop the fighting You’re words and tasks become repetitive You needed a stimulant, they gave you a sedative Tell them the truth, they’ll correct it You won't get better looking for an exit So turn off the TV. You with your poison-filled i.v. Swap your identity For some medical remedy Don’t you know they’ll take you out of school If you’re feeling a little cruel? Keep your head down in the halls Ignore the writing on the walls Don’t listen to the slamming doors They can’t live here anymore No, the room hasn’t gotten colder You’re just simply growing older Ignore your phantom visitors If you’re feeling sinister

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Dec 7, 2024

Dec 7, 2024 at 7:07 PM UTC

KoWren

IF YOU’RE FEELING SINISTER

If you’re feeling sinister Have your mom call the minister Nail you to your splintered cross Let him purify your thoughts Regurgitate old bible verses To further rid you of your curses Leave your woes and your coven Take your head out of the oven Swear, kick, bite, and scream Just like Linda on the screen Put down your crucifix Get off your cross of sticks There are pills they can administer If you’re feeling sinister Florescent coats, fluorescent lighting Padded walls to stop the fighting You’re words and tasks become repetitive You needed a stimulant, they gave you a sedative Tell them the truth, they’ll correct it You won't get better looking for an exit So turn off the TV. You with your poison-filled i.v. Swap your identity For some medical remedy Don’t you know they’ll take you out of school If you’re feeling a little cruel? Keep your head down in the halls Ignore the writing on the walls Don’t listen to the slamming doors They can’t live here anymore No, the room hasn’t gotten colder You’re just simply growing older Ignore your phantom visitors If you’re feeling sinister

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