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bk May 2019
Who killed Hate?

She has been with me all my life, but now I cannot find her.
She dwells in my heart, but now she is gone.
She helps me with my actions, but now I work alone.

Hate has never left me before.
Hate has always been there my whole life.
Hate is a part of who I am.

I see Hate in my conversations.
I see Hate in my actions.
I see Hate in my mirror.

She likes to tell me that I should not talk to someone.
She likes to tell me that I will fail at what I am about to try.
She likes to tell me that I will never meet certain expectations.

Where are you Hate?

Have I left you?

I think she is still there,
but I have found such love in him
that I have forgotten what
Hating myself feels like.

Hate, I have moved on.
I have found the key to the ******* you have kept me in.

B.K.
cleann98 Feb 2019
how long will it take
for this tangled mess
you've bound yourself in
to turn into actual art?
i just can't wait to look you in the eye
and tell myself
that soon enough
these chains
i've bound myself with
will eventually
lead me somewhere too...

~hi! if you don't know what ******* means, it's kind of like a contemporary art to do with ropes and people c: that's all i can say~

*if you want to, look it up, it's beautiful hehe*

*also (obviously not sponsored) but lyk still plugging Lang Leav "Love Looks Pretty On You" just finished it thrice, give it a read if you're into folios :>
blackbiird Jan 2019
i am in prison
but it’s not what you think.
there are no bars.
no chains.
there are no scheduled visitations
except for the demons
that visit me in my nightmares.
and the monsters under the bed
That greet me
When I wake.

Instead, i am
imprisoned by my own
tumultuous thoughts of anxiety
and contrition

i am in prison
made from my own
imaginary friends.
and i can’t seem
to find
release.
See me
as a conquest
an obsession,
your possession.
Collect me

Whisk me
away with fanciful vagaries
be abounding to
lift me to new worlds.
Excite me

Call me
late at night
when you are alone,
beguile me with passion.
Want me

Come,
take me
Obligor: One who bonds, a person who issues a bond to another.
Jon Po Dom Oct 2018
Bound by chains
You scream for release
But the one who holds the key
Is gone
Who can set you free?
Arke Sep 2018
no introductions required
I don't need to know your name
nor you, mine
I'm here to bind
your naked wrists together
behind your bare back
slender shoulders
skin spilling over rope
watch your bare chest hitch
shallow breaths
restricted by my tension
careful to avoid your *******
cross the pattern along ribs
observing the bruises along your neck
as I move your hair out of my way
I am busy working
observing patches of blue and black
on your sides and stomach
where he had his way with you
and I feel a pang of envy
somewhere deep in my stomach
because I wish anyone would want me
the way he wants you
but I'm here to learn
how to fold string
create red patterns
on your soft skin
hoping someday, someone
will want to be bound
the way you are now
mine for more than just the hour
You'll come around,
soon, realize

This is not pain you are getting
for refusing me pleasure

This a pleasure I am giving,
so you don't refuse MY pain.
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