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Carlo C Gomez Apr 2020
Where I end
And she begins
Is open for debate
There are places
We overlap
Blend together
Little between us
Is on the surface
Some are long entrenched
Others postpartum
And they will hold on
To the bitter end
Ebbing and flowing
Careening and crashing
So many create
Their own storm
Those wise enough
Allow them to drowned
Amanda Pringle Apr 2020
Hey Mother Goose,
what’s the use
of calling me a helpless ******?

Don’t waddle over here,
teeth bared, causing fear,
to remind me that my life’s going nowhere.

Your beady brown eyes
and a beak full of lies
Honking
“I hate you” in belligerent cries.

You leave your **** scattered around
then complain of a mess through your permanent frown.

Mother Goose,
oh,
Mother Goose
Please just cut me loose.
StormriderIX Apr 2020
Why do I
have to surrender?
Deep down
in the end,
you know the fault is not mine.
Talie Mar 2020
Words cannot express
all the pent up rage and sorrow
that comes with a harsh exchange,
the apparent pain
as self worth shatters
in isolation and fear.
Doubled over with doubt,
words pierce deeper
than any wound,
and their voices
were never heard.
Doomed.
Serena Mar 2020
The words in their eyes
showing they know what to say
so I counter it.
Carlo C Gomez Mar 2020
It goes without say

marrying into a family of cannibals

is not a good idea

your first argument as a couple

might not go so well
Aidan Feb 2020
Not again!
Don’t let her near me again!
This happens every time.
I just want a break from her
What do I have to do to get a day off.

My friend is right next to me!
Why can’t you just go for her.
No! Please!
Have some mercy woman.

My friend is right next to me
Why don’t you go bug her huh!
I have to deal with this 24/7
And she’s sitting pretty.
No way!
Not gonna happen.

I ask for a week off
It’s a simple ask
Yet I’m still on the clock.

What do I have to do to get away from you?!
I didn’t ask for this
I didn’t want to to be with you

But I’m still here
Stuck.
Serving your needs hand and foot.
The servant to the master

The shoe to the foot...
Berengario Jan 2020
Privilege       she says
must be conquered
and  defended

Family
as an endangered species
a  pedestal       bristling with mouldings
preventing your body from collapse
a gabion wall
against desire's avalanche

I held her back hand on shoulder
till she loosened abruptly herself
"We don't look for the same in each other "
said one of the two of us

I got lost
on my way back home
blue-white mountains in the distance
punched into the sky
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Abate
Suppress
Together we form silence
Mute
Extinguish
Without a sound
Our love is diminished
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