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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.
Eric Fraley Feb 2018
Emotions can cause such endless commotion,
They can go from the weakest to highest waves…
Then deep deep down
They can dig the deepest of shallow graves…

Battered and scarred is what happens when you take emotions so far

The tidal waves begin to crash and sway as it falls apart and begins to wash away the remnants of a shattered heart
Nichole Aug 2017
I remember how you make me such a disgrace
Those time that you slap me in the face
My heart beat was like a race
When I saw you holding a thick lace
I'm cryin out loud
When the lace touch my body hard
You left me full of wounds
As I cry loud and hits me a broom
What did I do ?
When all I did was to love you
You didn't hear me explain
You just make me feel this pain
Debbie Brindley May 2017
There is a cravice
in my cheeks
on which a tide of tears
has flowed upon
The person who once was
is now gone
He is the stranger
before me
fragmented and torn
Lifes full of harsh lessons
we must learn
My heart has shattered
into a million pieces
Tearing through my flesh
it burns
Will this pain subside
I feel so
withered
so tired
battered
bruised
This is one fight
I shall lose
I can't fix
what is happening
So the cravice will grow
What lesson will I learn
I do not know
But one day soon
I will have to let you go
Heartbroken
Why
do you
pull me
In as a
wave
and push
with the
strength
of your
wind,
why
do I
always
end up
lifting my
battered
wings
to fly
back to
your storm?
I ask questions
only my heart
knows the
answer to
Anshula Nema Jan 2017
Remember? Do you?
The verses of the Mahabharata,
Where Draupati begged to let her go,
Where being a wife of the Pandavas made her no different from the unmarried women.

Remember? Do you?
When inside 1 in 10 houses,
A little girl complains to her mum,  
It hurts me in there Maa.

Remember? Do you?
The night,
When a girl lay all naked and battered on the road,
When a friend of her's was as helpless as the lost kid at the course.

Remember? do you?
The nights when people marched with candles in their hands,
The days when we witnessed protests.
Days after days,
Months after months,
Years after years,
Didn't you,
All of you, tried to build us?

The ones who were too small to understand,
The ones who were capable enough to understand,
And the ones who understood what all this actually meant.
From the cheap comments passed
To the guidelines to dress-up,

You filled our heads,
With the thoughts which were never meant to be there.
From all those sad old lines to the new generation trends,
You made us cautious yet scared.
While there were dreams to be accomplished,
And words that were unsaid,
Your efforts to build us,
Made us question our own existence.

With every tantrum and argument we throw,
We have something for you to know, you know,

Caging us won't do us any good,
While letting us live without the not so needed guidelines will do.
Set us free and cage the ones who needs so,
For the day you would realise,
Is merely a *hypothetical concept
you would know.
Yusof Asnan Sep 2016
She rose from deep within,
Like a phoenix out from the ashes,
Body covered with streaks of wounds,
New and aged with no discrimination.

She sprung life out of none,
Defying of what nature set the rules upon,
She made it a daily routine,
But none should know herself within.

Alone in her nest,
Of where she came,
Her seated heart rests in a battered ribs,
Like a dying bird with a rusted cage.


-HIY
Jacob Barnett Apr 2016
There are stories with names
That all go unheard
In a world of social conflict
Not knowing what happens seems absurd

There's a girl that lies awake
Unable to fall asleep in her own bed
Her memories like scars
That tear apart her head

This wasn't how it started
It's not always been this way
But sometimes things happen
And you're forced to have to stay

She is blind to it at first
Constantly tells herself a lie
But its hard to hide from the truth
In reality she shouldn't have to cry

The punches start as just punches
But the bruises slowly mean more
With one hit after another
She grows terrified of her own door

He's constantly on her mind
Not out of love but out of fear
She never feels truly safe
Always worried he'll be near

It's not only the hands that grab her
Or the black and blue marks that cover her skin
His words eat away at her very soul
Destroying her from within

She's forced to the floor day and night
Too exhausted to even stand
Living out of fear of asking for help
No one will ever lend a hand

It's as if she'll be trapped forever
Forced to live alone for all her life
With a man she used to love so dear
But now fills her heart with strife

She's been broken and beaten
Years of pain spill over her face
So how she decided to leave it all
Is tragic but part of her case

With no signs of help and a life of loss
She ran out of places to run
And in looking for a last ditch effort
Stumbled upon her husbands gun

Now these stories still remain unheard
But Everyone deserves to know
It shouldn't have to end this way
We all need somewhere to go
Wrote this for a friend who needed to analyse a piece of art that connected with what she was learning and talking about in class, simple in formate but I believe the message gets across.
Dark Jewel Feb 2016
Rising from the snow,
A warrior of scars remains.
Betrayed, battered, and broken..

The ****** tears,
Seek revenge on thy foes.
Beware... The White wolf.
Of the snow.
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