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Julie Langlais Feb 2016
On his lonely boat
In an ocean filled with broken fish
Swimming
Surviving at the depths
Waiting to be rescued

The fisherman waits
Patiently
Examining the fish below
Waiting for his time
To use words of kindness and care
In the form of a hidden agenda

These lost fish
Desperate to find light in their darkness
They spot a sparkle at the end of his line
They observe the beauty and go to that glimmer
The goodness the fisherman is showing
They bite into his masked perception
And realize they are getting reeled
In disbelief as they get hooked closer
He snaps!
The bait out of their mouth
This kind fisherman now owns them
As they live in his bucket
Among other young fish
Controlled by him
He, who loves to play games with their fragile minds
To feel powerful and whole
As he feeds them weakness
Deviously devouring their soul
Piece by piece
Until only their skeleton remains.
One managed to escape his asylum.  

As he casted his line
Back in the blue of hope
She watched his lines
Filled with glitter
Nearing another
How does she warn the lost fish in her sea?

© Jl 2016
Spreading awareness on all types of abuse.
Ameliorate Feb 2016
I've been sitting here,
Dwelling upon a time where I no longer live,
Where your voice has been calling out to me from the darkness.
Caution, the past reads to me,
"Proceed with Caution".
You're a stranger to me but so terribly familiar,
The epitome of unknown territory.
With the allure of a once recognizable ground,
Seductive, blue-eyed trickster that with one sharp glance had swept me off my feet.
Set ablaze,
Forever appropriate burden of timeless enchantment.
Attachment,
Insatiable hunger to quell these building thoughts,
Longing for a time in which it's impossible to return.
What shall be our fate?
My lost friend, the time traveller.
BeautifulIrony Dec 2015
I hate you; because you made me love you.
I grew the feeling of needing you, and wanting you more than i told myself i ever would.
I built these walls that kept me safe, to soften the blows that the world throws at you.
The collected all the pieces that were cheaped away throughout the years.
I have this unshakable feeling that you are going to
to shatter my world. That you are going to disappear and i'll be left with brittal walls and a tourched heart.
You'll leave me picking up the pieces that i picked up once before.
You would leave me without my smile, my laugh, and that feeling of complete peace.
I hate that i love you, but all i ask is that you stay a little while longer.
Tina McKenzie Apr 2014
Fear ruptures in the pit of my stomach
Waxing and Waning
Tears ebb with only the intent to cool the Flames
At which turn did I become so deranged?
Nikita Dec 2015
"If a flower bloomed in a dark room
Would you trust it?"
Probably, it might be magical or something
Raven Nov 2015
Sometimes
I tend to forget
and become too careless;
I let my guard down
and let someone in
far enough
To break my heart

Each time
I tell myself
I will never
let it happen again

With each lesson learned
My armor strengthens
And I hope it’s hard enough
To not let it happen again.
Take heed fellow traveler...

For inside the mind of every man
There is a saboteur
Wreaking havoc in your head
Filling you with dread

This saboteur is silent
Only you can hear its voice
Pounding in your senses
With every single choice

Do not lock yourself away
With a scheming saboteur
Or place yourself within its path
Or attempt to cure it of its wrath

You may think to follow it a while
That selfish saboteur
A word of caution:
With every mile, room, and tile
The saboteur holds your very soul on trial

While you suffer from the stress
Of trying to be your best
The saboteur is the one who stirs
Giving you no rest

However...

If you still struggle to seek it out
Or make this picture clearer
To learn the face of a saboteur
You need only find a mirror
Lakin Oct 2015
My thoughts are contaminated with an unknown radiation
and the blood in my veins feels as if it has have been replaced
by toxic sludge.

There are ink stains on the bedding where my body rested
from the times were my quarantined mind was deprived of slumber, for further testing.
AM Sep 2015
Stop tearing up my heart
you live inside there, remember?
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