My dearest daughter I know it hurts
When he comes home late and bangs at the door
You mustn’t fear what he will do
Because you are the strongest soldier
In this war of life
I can hear the way you cry at night
My tears fled from my eyes the same way
When the nightmare ended and I could sleep
To prepare for another day at the front
I can see the blood and bruises
That escapes from your small fragile body
I know it hurts when he hits and kicks
I was once the victim of his lustful hate and anger
Get into bed my daughter
He’s almost home
He nursed a bottle of gin all night long
Enraged and drunk, a terror to us all
But don’t worry dear daughter
Just crawl inside the wall
Lift the vent so he can’t see
That you’re here tonight
And not yet asleep
Don’t worry my love he can’t get you then
I wish I had known these hiding spots
When daddy came home past ten
He is here my sweet child
Don’t make a sound
He’s angry and loud and ready to pound
I remember the nights when he was out of control
And no one listened to the screams that escaped my mouth
My little one do you know why I’m not there?
Daddy hurt me the same way he hurts you
It’s a sad story
But no one seems to care
Hush my dearest he’s found you now
Run and scream to draw a crowd
I’m sorry my dear that no one cares
When you call for help with no response
Don’t be afraid my sweetheart
There’s no need to cry
Because you are in my arms tonight
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
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\\\\\\ all night long ////
I've tossed and turned
been ((●)) sad and ((●)) blue
the candle's \\\/// burned/just
because I'm here alone/and
there's nobody on the phone
please, my love, come here
to me/by your side's where I
should be/can you help me? do you
care? please don't give me that blank
stare/I'm not just blue, I'm also bored
twisting up the telephone cord/please
my love, it's almost dawn/all you do is
blink and yawn/are you tired of me
now? If I can change, please show
me how! there are no stars in
your eyes/you lost the love
there's no disguise
■■■■■■■■■((■■■■■■))■■■■■■■■■
there's no disguise
I've lost you now
I want you back
I don't know how
I'd be good/forever
true/ don't give me
that. you know "who!"
SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/16/2015
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC
i am 18 years old and i've kissed 17 boys. i've passed 16 classes, and cried at school 15 times. sophomore year i missed 14 days of school. i've figured out 13 ways to say "i didn't do my homework," and i am halfway through the 12th grade. my longest relationship lasted 11 months. i once left a picture up for 10 minutes, and received 9 comments about how unacceptable my shirt was. i have gone through 8 best friends and 7 phones. i've gotten lost on the road 6 times and i have 5 friends i plan to keep in touch with for the rest of my life. at my first job, i made $4 an hour. i've fallen in love 3 times, i've seen two therapists and i'm still holding on to this one thought that everything is going to be okay.
everything is going to be okay.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC
Every morning at 9
She puts on the
banker's disguise
puts her poetry
in a sacred jar
next to the ashes
of
her husband
her dad
her mom.
She's a river of currents
behind the smile
darkly ******
phantasims
fly and flower
She not only carries
the keys to the vaults,
but also
the keys to wisdom
sublime
She can see right through you
when
she wants to
She can read your mind
Smilies
Metaphors
Haikus
Rap
Manifestations
of
all that makes us human,
These are the currents she rides
while
she
files
e-mails
signs
floats loans
defaults
default swaps
The whole time
she's got on
John Prine's illegal smile
She's watching secret movies
inside
she's alive.
It took many years
to learn to hide
the images
the colors
thought dreams
which flow inside -
while in meetings
behind her eyes
flows
the poetry
from herself, she cannot hide.
The commute ends
The day ends
She unscrews the sacred jar
pen to paper
the currency of poetry
resurrected
she comes alive,
All disguises
hide.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
My heart bears the weight
Of a thousand suns
When he is near
The cadence of his words
Echoes in my ears
If I should die in his wake
I shall do so with exultation
For I've never known a boy
So poetic
As to speak conversations
In tongues of music
But cupid's steel bow
Could not change his eyes
Towards me
If I were to glow a pellucid white
His eyes would not be blinded
If I were to be a goddess
He would not be compelled
To praise
But I am a lowly girl
Whose somber face
Is filled with tears
For who could ever love
A girl so weak in heart
And so meek in words
-j.y.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
If I should choose to leave
A life worth living
Would people notice my seldom heard words
Would people notice the burden we've been bearing on
Would people notice the way we silently disappeared
From a cold stony world
Where people's beauty is measured by social media
If I should choose to leave this life
That's not worth living
Would I leave a legacy
Or just another whispering voice down the halls.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
There is a girl in the back of my class
Who hides her own face
So no one can tell she’s broken like glass
She signed her name in the skin with a blade
And the blood that poured out were like the tears on her face.
The tears never stop because of the bruising on her face
Her home is like hell
And this school is purgatory
Where it’s impossible to survive without being tormented by those
With the pretty chiseled faces and newly fixed noses
They scream words at her
Painful enough to do the damage of bullets
They shoot and shoot and shoot
Yet you’re the one who takes your own life
How do you escape a nightmare
When you’re already awake
But she found a way
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
I don’t want to face the sun, the moon, the sky
Why open my eyes
When I see what I’m surrounded by
No one knows how the hell that goes on
I’m chained to the agony
That bears on in my heart
Everyday is a war
Killing the enemy occurs in my mind everyday
The despicable soul never rests
It lies within
She’s a monster of insecurity and depression
She screams to escape
So I help her
With tiny white capsules
I finally did it
I killed my enemy
I killed her
I killed me
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC