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112 · Mar 2020
Continuation
Corrinne Shadow Mar 2020
Where she failed, you will follow.
I know this is hard to swallow,
But you're gonna be just like her, don't you see?

And you never will escape it,
For you're doomed to recreate it,
And your daughters, too, scarred variants will be.

It's a petty, vicious cycle
Of young girls whose moms are ******,
Being terrified, but imitating well.

You say “I will see this war through”,
Like your mother did before you,
As you smile and perpetuate that Hell.

It would be better to save them,
Your children and your dear friends,
And your “Love”, if such a person truly lives.

Just give up and let the pain go.
You will grow up just the same, so
Might as well embrace the future that she gives.

You're a continuation, that's just how it is.
107 · Mar 2020
Riptide
Corrinne Shadow Mar 2020
Riptide
For a ride,
I'll show you
My darker side.  

Mild flavor,
Sweet to savor,
Untouched lips:
A lady's favor.

Innocent though I may seem,
Never doubt the wicked gleam
That's only ever once been seen
By light of eerie moor moonbeam.
107 · Dec 2019
Shopping
Corrinne Shadow Dec 2019
'Tis the season moms go crazy
falalalala la la la la
Buying things for their "sweet baby"
falalalala la la la la
Hide we now from all the Karens
Falalalalala la la la
Target's flooded with screaming parents
Falalalala la la la la!!!
91 · Feb 2020
Lonely
Corrinne Shadow Feb 2020
A written message of misery, laid on a chair;
A breathless whisper mournful, bequeathed to still air.
The ghostly girl glanced 'round, with furtive grace;
And disappeared, as she had come, from that lonely place.

She, treading on her way, with sorrow stepped,
And hung her gentle head, and softly wept.
A pang of longing caused her form to quake;
Her hands clasped to her breast, to protect the heart she felt would break.

In that dark moment, grieving, she made her stand.
She imagined her loved ones beside her, holding her hand.
She swore she'd live to see them again someday,
And with that word of courage, continued on her lonely way.
87 · May 2020
Back and Forth
Corrinne Shadow May 2020
Up!
Down.
Up!
Down.
Bouncing
Back and Forth.
My mood bounced up!
My mood crashed down.
The knife
Went back and forth.
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
82 · Feb 2020
Morning
Corrinne Shadow Feb 2020
The worst thing
About suffering
Is knowing
It's owing
To your caving;
You were craving
So you gave in
Now you're failing
And it's
All.
Your.
Fault.

Good morning.
Start mourning.
Goodnight.
80 · Apr 2020
A Time Before
Corrinne Shadow Apr 2020
Was there ever a time
Before PTSD?
Before self harm, depression,
And anxiety?

Was there ever a time
I was simply just me?
Where I was not defined
By my mental disease?

Was there ever a time?
I still can't quite believe
That I once was a girl
Who was light and carefree,
Who danced by the sea,
And buzzed with the bee,
Who sang so bright and melodiously
And shone for everyone 'round her to see.

There once was a time
Before PTSD.
And before my disorders: me.
80 · Jan 2020
Hello Reader
Corrinne Shadow Jan 2020
Short
And sad
You don't want to read anything else.

If
My poem
Is long or happy it stays on the shelf.
We like to write long poems, but do we have time to read them?
76 · Mar 2020
Untitled
Corrinne Shadow Mar 2020
A simple rhyme
A waste of time
An old cliché:
A sunny day.
72 · May 2020
Oh God
Corrinne Shadow May 2020
Spinning, writhing
Blithely whining
Out of control
Every day I grow older
And colder
And bolder
I paint the world red
With the blood of my Savior
I laugh and I waver
I beg you to save her
By "her" I mean Me!
Don't you see?
Don't you see?
I'm going insane here
Oh look--see the reindeer!
They're coming to take me away again!
Don't let them, oh Mommy I don't understand
I've been a good girl.
I did all that you said.
So why am I pointing a gun at my head?
And why do I itch to self mutilate?
And why am I filled with nothing but hate?
And why are my days filled with nothing but pain?

Oh God, I'm going insane.
71 · Mar 2020
It's so hard...
Corrinne Shadow Mar 2020
You and I
We have a tight connection.
When you appear
I run to my protection.
You beat me there
And beat me down, unbending.
My silent scream
A daily cross, unending.
If your life is made up of bad days, does that mean you have a bad life?
66 · Feb 2020
Self Portrait
Corrinne Shadow Feb 2020
A big white girl in a ******* coat.
You've seen her on campus, black choker round her throat.
She pairs frilly dresses, twining flowers and roots
With a black leather trench coat and combat boots.
She smiles at the sky, at people passing by,
She smiles at her phone, she smiles on her own.
She walks by herself through every kind of weather
Though her smile fades a little when she sees people together.
She'll compliment your outfit, wave goodbye to every Prof,
She thanks the bus driver every time she gets off.
But often the sun is obscured in the skies
And the cloudy heavens are reflected in her eyes.
Her left eye closed
(Cause she's half blind, you know)
She walks, head down, through the rain and through the snow.
She stares out the window, eyelashes wet
Though the moisture in the air hasn't even touched her yet.
She's easily startled, if you see her this way
Her haunted appearance might dampen your day.
She makes adults wary, for all that they see
Is a failure of a freshman shooting for a PHD.
She lives in a bubble
Doesn't want any trouble
Goes to class and comes home,
Repeat it on the double!
Exhausted and worn, battered and bruised
Unwanted, unwelcome, unimportant, used.
Takes up too much space, a weird smell in your nose--
Her cat likes to make its mark on her clothes.
Nobody to talk to, "oh, bye, see you later"
She doesn't feel like she fits in an elevator.
The more that she thinks, the more scared she becomes
She's baring her soul to each beat of the drums.
Asthmatic, problematic, talks too much-- a bad tactic.
Overweight, overwhelmed, overburdened, overcast.
She's always late because she can't walk as fast.

A big white girl in a small green car.
She's sweet and intelligent,
She's gonna go far.
She's not giving up, she's still got hope.
It's been a little while since she tried on the rope.
So the big white girl shrugs on her black coat
And leaves you with the words that she wrote.

— The End —