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Staci Romero Sep 2015
In a land of clouds and purity, the executioner says, "See you in hell," and the serial killer breathes his last.

Down on Earth, a baby is born; the doctor whispers, "Welcome home."
Staci Romero Sep 2015
****.
Such a scary word, isn’t it?
But once you experience it,
It becomes even scarier.

You all have heard how it happens in the movies.
A guy and a girl meet at a party,
They are both drunk,
They go upstairs,
The girl doesn’t want it,
The guy doesn’t care.

I'm not saying this doesn’t happen,
Because it does
But not as often as a boyfriend or a close guy friend ****** you.

They will draw you in.
Start kissing you cheek,
Start kissing your neck,
Making you feel the best about yourself that you ever have.

Then he gets you alone.
He makes you feel like you want to.
Makes you feel you have to.
Cause “that’s what boyfriends and girlfriends do.”

Once you realize what’s going on, it’s too late

You start screaming
“NO! DON’T DO THIS! STOP! PLEASE! I DON’T WANT THIS! STOP!”
He puts his hand over your mouth so no one can hear your screams.
You try to get away but he is holding you down.
He is so much stronger than you.
He keeps going.

Once he is done he lets you go.
You leap of the bed and get your clothes on faster than ever before.
And as you unlock the door he says to you
“A word of this to anyone, and I’ll do it again.”

You rush to your car and drive home.
25 over the limit,
Thank god you didn’t get pulled over.
You finally arrive home.
You rush into the shower so you can get the smell of him off of you.

You are in there for an hour,
Crying your eyes out,
Not being able to believe what had just happened.
You say to yourself,
“How did the sweetest boy I know… ra… ra…”
You can’t even say the word.

The next day you see him at school.
He looks at you and winks.
You start running the opposite way.
He chases after you and catches you in a hug.
You scream, “Get off! Or I’ll tell!”
He whispers in your ear, “But baby, you know you liked it.”
You scream again, “No, I didn’t like it! I didn’t like it when you ***** me!”
  Sep 2015 Staci Romero
raine cooper
you wrote a story
of a girl and a boy
they fell in love with old books
and each other
but the pen wasn't real
and sadly,
neither were you
#boy #girl #books #pen #story
Staci Romero Sep 2015
An emotion has stirred my thoughts
As if I've changed fate into something
It shouldn't have become

Like a drum
I beat through my day
I tell myself to continue

What's the issue
There may not be a point
Almost as if I'm existing in the place of another

What would my mother,
Who has raised me but never knew me,
Think of my choices

It's as if voices
Calling from within a deep crevice
Are letting me know

There's not going be a show
No great climactic beam of ethereal light
Only a fizzled out glow, dull and unnoted

He once quoted
This life is only lived in place
Of your parents hopes and dreams

A ballad, an ode or a requiem
What would be fit for this
What would hail, bold and brightly

For this most unholy, God almighty
Who made me live in place of another
I take their concept of joy, they take my cynical pride  

Low tide,
Please wash away my past transgressions
I only meant to preserve

Unfortunately it will serve
To take away a sense of self
Here I am living, vicariously

Take my mind
Take my thoughts

Trade me yours
Trade me away

Give up your worth
Give up your pain

I promise I'll take care of them
I promise I'll take ravenously

Your identity is yours alone
Alone, you are mine
I realize this poem wanders quite a bit
If there's anything that can be taken out, anything that goes on and one without a point, let me know so I can edit a little
Staci Romero Sep 2015
I can vision in my mind
The first time our worlds came to collide

I thought you were just manifesting in the face of this beautiful creature
It wasn't so simple as a man and a woman

More of a heart and a ploy
It was as if I was some sort of toy

Actually, It wasn't that way
I'd met you before
Again and again youve tore
At my heart and my soul

I've missed how you break me
The way that it made me cry
So many times, but why
When I gave it my best for us

Once again
We meet
And my heart soared because I missed the way you tore
It wasn't the men and women who were your vessel
But the way we wrestled
Constantly in motion
Never resting even when satisfied with the affliction we caused to ourselves
Not torture
I enjoyed it
But this anxiety never clears
Breathing on my neck
Cold and unable to be reasoned with

To and fro
My emotions fell and leaped
And your stance stayed strong
The foundation you built was so deeply embedded into me
In my soul you gouged a hole
From the first time I experienced your comfort
I could never return
Not until we meet again
So I can take back my pound of flesh
Still beating
Still waiting
Still anticipating

For that
Hello Again
Unedited
Please do not hesitate to offer up your criticism and advice
Thank you for taking the time to read this

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