Amaris Dec 2018
I pick these fights, with flint and force
To try to spark a fire
Fight me, tell me, I want to hear it
Scream back and tell me I'm a liar
Instead you sit there calmly
Absorbing every blow
Can't you say just how you feel?
***, I've never felt so low
Sun Dec 2018
sunday nights at the house are brutal
yelling and being *******
taking our arguments and stuffing them in our pillowcases
to confront the next night

we go to bed angry
not at ourselves but at each other
but we don't care
we'll separate into our rooms
distance ourselves to our own space
think, breathe, and think again

we are not a family
merely people dependent on people
we do not share the same taste
or the same aspiration to exist

we are simply people angry at people in a house on sunday night
GraciexJones Dec 2018
People will always assume the worst,
They start to pick holes in matters,
The petty anguish building up,
The insecurities raging from within,
Taking over our personalities,
Our identity
Our voice,
What a waste of consciousness,

Everyone has their own truth,
Their own interpretations of how one has come across,
Alienated by their opinions,
Perceived by their world views,
Personating their entity,
Mocking their capability to have agility,

The reasons why we disagree becomes a parody,
The constant need to be respected and heard,
A battle to be recognized for own self-worth,
For our ego to be replenished from the earth,

Our souls are getting tired from the same old fights,
Tapping into triggered memories,
The accusations and build-up of lies,
The trapped feelings we are unable to hide,
The close friendships and company we once thought we had,
Start to evaporate and mould itself into an unknown presence,

Our consciousness can’t bare it any longer,
Feeling exposed to our vulnerability,
The liability of handling our emotions,
The probability it could happen again,
It’s time to move on,
Regardless of what we tell ourselves.
Talis Ren Dec 2018
***, you’re off and on again:
black and white,
hard to read between the lines.

I can’t have my glasses
if you keep breaking them.
A dash of salt and ice
doesn’t put out the house fire.

Why are we here
if not to bicker and fight
and expect the paint overcoat?

What a mess.
There is no arguing when you're drunk
You never listen to what I say.
And there's no use trying even when you're not.
You don't understand either way.
Eloise Oct 2018
He clipped
her wings
to stop her soar
she still
had legs to
Eloise Oct 2018
This road will never change course.
And we've been here so many times before,
that what was once a spitting blood sport
is now home sweet home.
And the bitter air is now strangled
with the bitter words from your unforgiving mouth.

I deeply inhale these hurt words but cowardice
has struck me with the chord of aching

                                                         ­            silence.
she lays on her side
facing the Appalachians
he faces the Rockies
and the animals rest
between them
willingly smelling
their farts in a bed
of muddled indolence

they use to resolve the latter of arguments
with passion

now they just decide which shower curtain
matches the season
Better to keep quiet than be hasty  then regret it later.
Beautiful birds, like beautiful people

fly away.

I long to write about you.

But all my energies

were exhausted in our argument.

Last night.

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