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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
Dominique R Mar 2019
I’m sorry you had to scrub your skin raw to get rid of any trace of me. I’m sorry that I can’t keep my feelings to myself, and that you can’t stand to hear them. But the truth is your face is on repeat in my mind, and to you I am only an echo of what could have been. Something to be forgotten and pushed aside on account of time and fresh opportunities. I’m sorry I can’t put this down, and just forget about you like you’ve forgotten about me. You’ve left an impression in my mind, and a bruise on my heart that I keep pressing, hoping you’ll somehow feel the same pain and come running.
That love which once made me feel comely like a petal.
Is now the same love , bruising me with its thorns.
That love!!
kiran goswami Feb 2019
You drink my apologies every time they are offered
and savour the taste of every sip that contains
one tablespoon of my blood
and
a pinch of my bruises.
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