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Chris Jun 2019
Why do we Idolize forgiveness?
The abuser can lie
The abuser can cheat
The abuser can beat
But you have to forgive.

An abuser says things'll get better
Before they cast you aside.

An abuser states "You're my all"
Before hitting you again.

But you have to forgive
Or you're in the wrong.
Sorry if this about to sound like a rant, but why do we idolize forgiving abusers? I feel like we as a society (USA) likes to downplay the severity of which abuse can do oneself. I've seen abuse and been abused. Beatings are something you can expect, lying, denying the truth. People still say we should forgive them as if nothing happened and still go back to them? Why? Enjoy.
Chris Jun 2019
Make me a picture
But only with words
Make it green
Or maybe red?
Regardless
Here's your tools.
Smear them,
Break them,
Or waste them.
I care not
Jut make my picture
And make it quick?
Enjoy.
Chris Jun 2019
The bird in the sky
The caterpillar in the tree
If only I could fly
Then I'd finally be free
But still encapsulated
in another dream.
Enjoy.
Chris Jun 2019
Bathing in the sun
Soaking it's nutrients

This blade so sharp
Rub to fast
and you might get cut

But it shines so green
It offers shelter

I trust my food
to keep me safe

So mighty leaf!
Hide me away!
Abstract. Enjoy.
Chris Jun 2019
To dear me
Is who I write
The new future
My current plight

To dear me
The one I owe
Did you finally see
How you could grow?

To dear me
I’m full of lies
I try to hide
From prying eyes

To dear me
Stand out from the crowd
Don’t fear to be
The one that’s loud

To dear me
The fears you have
Are the key
To learn to teach.
This poem was written in my English class as our final. We had to write about the things we've faced over the course of the semester and about our problems. I think I did pretty good, everyone else did the average essay format, but he didn't say we had to write it in an essay, so I did this. Enjoy.
Chris Jun 2019
A silent voice
Screams out in fright
A mournful cry
that fills the night

The chilling note
Falls on deaf ears
And all she wrote;
Ignored by her peers

A silent voice
Met another
It was his choice;
Restart together.
Inspired by my favorite film of all-time, it has the same title. A Silent Voice. Enjoy.
Chris Jun 2019
"You won" he said.
as he slapped a label on my back
Your story's been read
then he left me with the pack

I guess I won
the prize is shame;
a forgotten name,
a lifetime of pain.

At least something's been gained
another award put in the stash
My medallion of empty gold
to help soften my headfirst crash
I had wrote the first 4 lines for this one about 5 months before publishing it because I didn't know where to go and gave up on it. Enjoy.
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