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CB Apr 28
"I wish I could explain this feeling caged up inside of me, uprooting everything I know.
I feel it move from my chest creating a spiraling chaos throughout causing such a mess.
Set fire to my soul, burn this relentless beast inside of me, please.
My heart is beating rapidly, barely being able to withstand anymore of this perpetual barbaric pain.
Battered, and beaten I give in, finally my heart has betrayed me one last time."
I must be easily mistaken
For a coat on a plastic hanger
Because nothing has been more familiar
Than the way I’ve been used,
Selected finickly from the men’s section
And worn until I’m ruined.

They expect me to fulfill their needs
And take on all their elements
And if I get a little *****
I’m just thrown in the wash
So I can be used again.
Karijinbba Mar 15
A dog is outside just sitting there
food was left nearby
but dog just stands langidly
outside looking in
in it's hometown Kemah
the dog won't move nor bark
it's whining and whimpering
  
For too long a time the dog waited outside the red steel rddbba spare room building
where the master of the house
gets in a daily basis to write a love letter waiting for his first love to arrive to read them BBA/RDD.

naturally dog just sits there watching other women getting in there reading unauthorized his love letters
but dog dears not bark
fearing they might call the pond
the animal control to cage and
euthanize even

the winning dog outside looking in, understands something that
others inside there looking out
know too well to keep dog outside
looking in to die thinking victory
that it is too late to get inside the red building or to be taken in as a family member a pet to be loved protected
taken to the bet
for first aid to tend dogs old and new wounds given a collar a name
some bones toys and a bedding.

it's believed some people are
like big dane dogs arriving at the right time to a home not built for them and forcing their way in free to roam
begin to discover treasures never saught by it's original rightful intended ownner now outside looking in.

This battered smaller breed circus bagabund dog langidly looking in
forever waiting for the master
of the house to run out to pet feed protect the long awaited pet
the left behind
because it simply
seemed not to able to bark or to follow or beg for it all within time.

this circus dog whimpering
shivering cold
outside looking in

might just be the spirit soul
of the one who loves you
the most in this whole
wide world true love.
~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
03/18/2020.
Outside looking in langidly
In memory of us RDD/BBA
Till then is to let go.
    Breathing from the icelake
         I spend my exile
From times to time
    Breathing from the ice lair
Inhaling memories.
Memories of flashes
Here and there
   Your hand here, now
  No where
   Memories, bruises,
A cut here
A cut there
Leaves me wandering
From ray to ray
Drowned in  seaful memory
Sad memories
Kayla Apr 2019
the foundation of everything
honest to god truth
faith.
what's the use?
The darkness inside you
creeps its way in.

How does one recover,
repair broken trust?
The reaper is on his way,
your soul is no use.
Call a saviour,
pray to the lord,
Maybe he'll decide to pity you.
cause i sure as hell won't,
so good day to you.
Jenna Jan 2019
i am an architect
though my hand has been guided many a time
i have etched my own path
into a tome of starlight
but it is a path i will walk alone sometimes
and that’s okay

i am a writer
though my heart has been swayed into submission many a time
i will continue to be
the main antagonist of my story
but i bleed ink from my fingertips and i will write my own chapter
and that’s okay

i am a warrior
though i’ve wielded my sword many a time
i have seen many wars
and fought many battles
but it’s still the small victories i celebrate most
and that’s okay

i am a dancer
though i’ve tripped over my two left feet many a time
i have broken many bones
and danced still with a smile
but my feet grow tired and i must rest sometimes
and that’s okay

i am an artist
though my hands have often been stained
my heart is my masterpiece
and i’ve put it at the forefront of my choices
but maybe it isn’t the kind to go in a museum
and that’s okay

i am damaged
i am battered
i am bruised
but i am trying
and i am healing
and that’s okay
stopdoopy Jan 2019
Dangerous
Sticky red trickles down her stick
Another beating today

Oh how it's my fault
To dare speak of heart felt truth
Tempting you away from "justice"

Just remember
I may be battered and bruised behind bars
But it's you who broke the law
Ever since I wrote Eurydice and had the line "gone is the warden" I knew I'd do a piece based on it, personally to me it's about a hellish woman (as always), but upon rereading I could see it being about many things. What do you see?
Madelynn Nieves Sep 2018
Once upon a time...
Promised myself
Never settle
For less than
Happily ever after
I now lay
Battered
Making Excuses
For the Wolf
Swimming without assistance,
Progressing - stroke by stoke.

Gently moving along the surface,
Barely scratching the depths.

Stroke by stroke, I become stronger and more confident.
Stroke by stroke, I pound and penetrate the water.
Stroke by stroke, I overcome my previous position.

Each stroke like torture
Ripping myself out and falling back in,
Allowing the water to take a hold of me once again.

The water symbolised my struggles and insecurities.
A never-ending and already lost war,
I was battered, stroke by stroke.
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