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heartbroken-minstrel
I saw the monster inside his eyes I tried to shout my outcries but his hands covered my mouth. Tears running down my face as I laid there in disgust frozen... with each and every single ****** I remember the days following as I stood in the shower scrubbed my skin to scabs hoping that I could bleed every part of him out of me. I wanted to go to the police But who would even believe me I let my voice become silenced And what once sparkled like diamonds Sparkled no more. It does not change a day, It changes a ******* life.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
Destruction; Thy name is ****
The worst goodbyes Aren't the one that Are said out of hate Or anger, The worst goodbyes Are the one that starts with hey and leads to an ultimate fade away. The worst goodbyes are when there exists so much left to say.
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC
Goodbyes
**The moon sang me tunes its warm and soft hands grab me soothing me to sleep**
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
Moon
Sunset over dark waters the dings of metal quarters sounds of splash and the whip of water touching upon a lip. Water was everywhere from here, to over there, for drinking, swimming and fun or even to aid the burning sun. However not all get the privilege of water nor proper sewerage so weep not for fun lost but weep for the cost for some, fun was never had.
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
Water
When I was a young teenager I never knew of love It seemed a foreign subject One I could not connect With the things I was taught inside textbooks and fiction books. So I tried to study love study it like it was science calculate it like it was maths but When I finally grew up Love was different It sang different songs And I could not study it the way I thought I could So I decided to let myself feel it. **That was when I realised I have been loved and learning to love my whole life.**
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
Young Teenager
'I didn't want to hurt your feelings' No you didn't hurt my feelings You hurt something more You hurt my heart Smashed it into pieces You hurt my being Executed it swiftly. So it's true, You didn't hurt my feelings You just hurt my will to live And you know what The stupid thing is? I'll give you my heart All over again In an instant.
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Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
Hurt
**I know you don't love me anymore I am unsure whether you did before I just want you to finally be happy And live life filled with complete glee. I know love is a truly complex notion One filled with deep heartfelt emotions You can't force love, if you do as a result It eventually has ways to suddenly halt. I am so glad that you found someone I know you're feeling like you've won But I wonder if you ever missed me I do understand that it wasn't meant to be. I still wonder if I recur in your memories Or have I faded into the blue seas Do I ever suddenly reemerge from words Or in some of the songs you have heard. You probably don't, but I sometimes do I sometimes stop and think about you I'm unsure of why I still relapse But it felt like my heart is in traps. I do appreciate everything you've given me No matter how short that came to be It felt amazing and magical the same And I promise my heart, I will tame.** ...I bid you goodbye...
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
Can't Force Love
When you left, my friends told me to walk it off Stretch and the loose pieces will vanish As though a heartbreak could be walked off I tried hiding tears behind silent coughs I tied my arms and legs in knots Just so I couldn’t message or get to you. I might have tied too hard as skin turns to blue from the bruise of falling over too hard. Maybe I can’t walk this off, Trod along the paths of bars and clubs And saw the sadness in broken shrubs Because that’s how I felt when you left. Broken. “Walk it off” they said, As though densed in their heads they’ve never experienced this before. How do you walk off something in your core? It’s not a kick to the ***** or a punch I get lost at the memories of lunch, I had slammed my fingers between car doors Just so the pain kept me occupied Saw how birds were able to fly But never once saw of the beauty But of how you flew away. HOW DO I WALK THIS OFF, When the sky fell to the troughs The moon gave of light then rot. How can i walk this off?
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
WALK IT OFF
Sticks and stones may break my bones But words will never hurt. Etched across my brittle heart Is a grotesque mark, It reads “it’s over”.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
Sticks and stones
You are a poet Expressing your mind and feelings Shattered the broken glass ceiling That told you what to do You never believed in gender roles And when the world realises You will have seen your goal. You articulated your thoughts on paper With simple messages Through open passages I can remember one thing you told me **** WHAT OTHERS THINK” your messages one by one began to sink into my thick skull. Everything you were and everything you are kept my heart beating and all the roses you built on solid soil left me feeling different about myself. As though I oozed of beauty you’d call me cutie dreamt of an inner beauty rather than an external one That is why i love you. Your messages still relay in my head “don’t let anyone ******* change you” and my crumbling world reformed. So as my mind riddled with insult thorns you saw me as anything but ugly. maybe that's why i can’t forget you or maybe the world just can’t forget you maybe we were never meant to be but I know one thing is for sure we don’t have to be , for me to love you.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC
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