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Kathleen Feb 2016
She plays black, then blue, then green and red and yellow,

Then translucent and impatient;

Messy and aggravated.

She fumbles,

Then runs full speed -

Touches the wall

and back again towards you.

Spread arm'd and clinched fist'd.

Clinched teeth and mismatched socks.

Haphazard hair and ****** complexion.

You slit eyes and wink and shine on oh great shining thing,

Until the dust of her lay at your feet.
Penthesilea Jan 2016
This heart of mine is made of bruises caused by my own misperception. Although, I admired the transition of colors caused by every blow it took; crimson to indigo, indigo to ebony.
From every swing of frustration, every punch of trials, every flame of chaos, and every stab of deception left my heart beaten and exhausted.
I believe my heart died a long time ago.
Along with the other parts of me I used to have.
It was too damaged for me to try and save it.
You can't fix something that is beyond repair.
AM Jan 2016
loving you is like bungee jumping
cause it feels safe to let myself falling
maybe because you ******* the knot
and make the risk worth the shot
loving you is a lot like loving me
we have those similar bruises, you see
our hearts are in pieces just fine
but the universe made our stars align
kaylene- mary Jan 2016
I'm telling you I love you
You're not saying a thing
but I ******* love you
I keep finding blood on my sheets
but I ******* love you
And I haven't been sober since
the day you left
I don't think I've been sober since
the day we met
Because whether you're staying or going,
you're always leaving bruises
You're always leaving
Tell me how this game works;
You're the one with bullets for teeth
but I'd do anything to be your target
if it meant you'd call me back
I bled at the boarder of
life and death for you
because I couldn't think of a time without
your violence
I hate you the most on the days that I don't
And I hate that I want you back
I'm still wounded and healing
but I just want you back
I'm telling you I love you
You're not saying a thing
*but  I  *******  love  you
Amanda O'Brien Dec 2015
I feel broken today. I feels as though everyone who looked at me saw how torn I was.  As if they were counting how many pieces of him were stuck in my skin like broken glass. Little bits and pieces stuck everywhere he touched me. How can everyone count them all the loose pieces...the deep ones. I have lost count. Though he may not be near me, that doesn't mean he doesn't have power over my everyday life. It's unfair that other little girls got to be princesses and pirates. When all I did was sleep off the bruises and ignore the yelling. But. It's my hand of cards that I was delt, and I'm going to try to do the best I can at winning this game because it's my game to win; not his and I'm ready to stand up and defeat him.
May Asher Dec 2015
No matter how loud I dream,
I might still be drowning deep

Into the silver your delusional eyes scream
And Into the rain the sky weeps

You kept my dream protected within your fist,
the secret dream that I built from dust.

I gave you all of me over and over,
And I kept sinking lower and lower.

I sank into the realization that it's real,
I was torn and It was so hard to believe

And through the mist,
You promised, We'll rise again

And told me that you'll keep your promises
And won't just run away like others did

But still your gone and I can't find you.
I search the sky and my gaze lands on the same star.

I die again and again wondering if that's where you live,
But an illusion of your smile is all you ever give.

My soul is riven with cracks so deep and I think,
maybe someday they'll break through the surface of my skin.

Honey, please come back to me again,
Please don't let another wish go in vain
-MAY
Cody Haag Dec 2015
Your bruises,
They're the color of dark skies.
You bleed your tears as a response;
You don't deserve to be despised.

You think you do, but like a tree that,
Stands after a tornado hits,
You're a victim to the perilous abuse,
To all of it.
Maybe just another try;
He said he's sorry,
No need to say goodbye.
Bruises go away,
Not like you're gonna die.
It's just blood beneath your skin.
Worst advice I ever gave myself.
drljms Oct 2015
He's trampled on the ground
Like a piece of useless debris.
Unable to fight,
Unable to stand.

Punches and kicks
Slaps and strikes
He received all of those
With widely open arms.

Baneful words
Brutal  comments
All thrown at him
Like pebbles and rocks.

Groaning in pain
Sobbing in the dark
Drowning in misery
With bruises and marks.
another random poem.
AnnSura Moon Oct 2015
Remembering things that aren’t to be remembered,
Can bring back memories of when I would surrender
My love, my heart, and my thoughts to your accusations.
Am I really the only one who has any patience?

You know I loved you when everything was as it seemed,
But when you turn your back on promises,
You turn your back on me.
I can’t stand the feeling of losing everything I own
To one who can’t bear to see that my heart has grown.

I’m not the sight that you saw the first day.
I was together; the puzzle pieces knew their way.
Now I am shattered, and the shards seem to stay
Just out of my reach; they’re just too far away.

When the night wind blows, do you think about me?
Do you think about the place in which I’ll always be?
“My heart is yours, take it,” no, I don’t want it anymore,
If violence can take the place of whom you once adored.

And I am not giving in to your little games.
“Come closer; you know that it’ll be okay,”
But it's not okay,
And who could ever even say that it was.
I bet your harsh words leave you with an adrenaline rush.

And I’m not the sight that the first day.
I was together; the puzzle pieces knew their way.
Now I am shattered, and the shards seem to stay
Just out of my reach; they’re just too far away.

Feeling down, feeling out, but not ready to give up,
I left this old house; I figured I had been through enough.
Who would’ve ever thought that you’d come chasing after me
Saying, “Please, oh please, you know I never meant those things!”

But you did mean it, and there is no changing the fact
That when you raised your fist the last time,
I was done with all that.
That was my home, before you put bruises on my face,
But you know what? I don’t think that I’m gonna ever miss that place.

I’m not the sight that you saw the last day.
I was shattered; the shards were just too far away.
Now I am together, the puzzle pieces have finally found their way
And I know for sure that this time, they are here to stay.
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