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kat victoria Apr 2019
covered in bruised
that won’t seem to heal
but they help me remember
that once you were real
Tramel Griffith Apr 2019
as my body gets covered in the bruises from your red fists,  

kaleidoscopic galaxies form upon the melanin of my skin.  

as each blow absorbs like rain to soil, another galaxy explodes,  

reaching towards infinity.
Tramel Griffith Apr 2019
Every time your red fist touches my melanin canvas,  

it leaves a bruise that floats upon the surface of the skin,  


and I connect the dots of those marks,

making constellations out of falling scars  


that explode into kaleidoscopic galaxies,

reaching toward infinity.
Oliver O'Connor Mar 2019
outside in the dark with a broken heart
you said you loved it when my blood shed,
said that **** was art
I'm thinking over how your eyes shined in the bright night sky
you said it's nothing - it's not scary -
but won't tell me why
you held my arm down in the bathroom, see it all pour out
said get to class, gave me a kiss
don't let them know about
the scars put on me or the bruises that have yet to heal
I won't say nothing, you'll still love me
that was now the deal
I'm on sidewalk high as ****, don't know my whereabouts
this LSD must keep my mind straight
now I'm crying out
you said it's nothing, just some stress you release with a fist
my jaws sits crooked, my heads dizzy,
there's blood on my wrist
she wore the smile on her face just like a loaded gun
said keep them blisters covered up
and don't tell anyone
from shaving razors and the needles you hide behind your back
I'm like a doll, just like a pin cushion
that's blue and black
you said you loved me but you'd trade me for a cigarette
now I'm just smoking all 19
the thunder makes 'em wet
outside in the street walking towards the cars
I'd rather die then watch you use me,
giving me more scars
nightdew Mar 2019
he wears bruises as skin
and scars as tattoos.

in what he calls home;
are echoes of blinding screams,
are loud screeches of pain,
are impulsive reactions.

he's uncertain what the term
"family" possesses
only believing it's pain.

what he couldn't learn
was that family could
be sweet and peaceful.

and so he wears bruises from
the fights he tried to break.
and scars as pride in the memory.
family issues are resolvable,
you can do it. ***
Luna Maria Mar 2019
the bruises
you left me with
faded

but the scars
on my skin
won't.
trying to forget you, but won't forget what you've done.
candykendys Mar 2019
time flies so fast
I can still remember the day we met
your eyes that full of passion
how your lips curved in smile
how I love everything in you.
as the time passes by
as the wind blew
everything has changed
from sweet to bitter,
from lovers to strangers,
and just like oil and water,
we can never be together.
those memories so hard to forget,
and here I am longing to be with you again,
I know we will never be together again,
and that's the bruises you left.





scars of yesterdays will never be forgotten.
Tori Mar 2019
We are the rejoiceful few,
when broken down, we rose anew.
Our bitter hearts we threw away,
and fed them to our wallflower days.
Beneath the weight of hurt we bent,
and tempered every sweeping wind.
And when our time for vengeance came,
we loved our enemies all the same.
xyvernah Mar 2019
she kept looking and changing clothes
clothes that can cover the scars of her friend
friends that is always there when she need someone

a sharp metal thing, that she uses to cut her body
a pair of hand, that she uses to slap and punch
a match, that she uses to feel the heat

the friends, that always leaves mark
so she can remember that she always have a bestfriend who will always be there for her

the blood,
the bruises,
the burn mark

that three,
are the reminder of her bestfriend's existence
faa Mar 2019
Pondering
My state forevermore
I, who became
Broken shards
Of an intentional slip, that i bore
The Sky’s burden
Atlas’ *******
Worthless
Next to my bruises, my scarred
Shoulders had endured
Scathed, scorched
I was scorned
These pieces
Can never be pieced
Or witness a day of peace
After all
Glass shards
Are no jigsaw puzzles
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