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Reuben F Aug 2024
I love you very much.
I see tears running down
Though your eyes shine
And it seems you're forgetful.

Luck pulled you out of a hat...
Destiny took you by the hand
And Life smiled upon you
As Time waited graciously.
Hello Daisies Aug 2024
I can hear the school parade
I can hear the football being played
The Cheers and joy
The announcer
Filling my ears
Void

It's a strange feeling
You know
To hear something fun
And feel so
Cold

Deep in my soul
It's something
I'll never know
It's haunting
It's daunting

I want to know
The sweet bliss
Perhaps the secret
Romance
I was never given
A chance
Never more than a
Simple glance
Of a life

I had pain
I had restrains
I was detained
And remained
To feel shame
Touched
And abused
Cursed
And used
Never finding
The truth
Only searching for
Hidden clues
Trapped in a tower
Forever waiting
On the hour

Waiting for what?
My life to change
Waiting for who?
Someone who could
Remain
With me
Free me from chains
Take away my Shame
Never give me an ounce
Of blame

It never came
Nobody comes
When you're crying
Alone
Nobody comes
When you want to leave
The devil's throne
Nobody
Nobody
There was
Nobody
For me
Nobody
With me
Nobody
To help
Me

Cut the poetry
To state it simply
I wanted
What I desired
So evilly
Was to be a kid
To have a childhood
To be loved
And understood
To feel safe
And never hurt
To be hugged
And loved for my worth
To never be touched
My any man
Who's simply
"Misunderstood"

I wanted
Something everyone
Deserves
I wanted a love
With all the words
I wanted to be free
From my broken
World
I wanted
To never have to
Curl and cry
And wish
To die

I wanted
To stop asking
And praying
Why?
I wanted
My parents to love me
And give me life
Instead they gave me
A knife
And led me to believe
It was life

I wanted to be comforted
And told it's okay
I wanted to be told I wasn't
To blame
I wanted a sister
Who would stand by me
I wanted not to be told
I'm just too whiny

I wanted to feel alive
And laugh and cry
Without being
Blinded
I want to rewind
And tell that little girl
It's not a ******* crime
To ask for a dime
Of love
And a gentle reaffirming hug
From someone you looked
Up To

What's the use?
I wanted the whole world
I wanted to be Cinderella
And run away from my parents
To discover the stars
To dance on Mars
To show the whole universe
And more
What it means to love
What it means to give
And cherish
Never knowing a day of
Perish
I would have been so alive
I would have never wished
To die
Never asking why
Can't I be in the sky
Away from everything
Alone and a ghost
Because being here
Is living in unrelenting
Fear

I just wanted
To simply
Never be hurt
I wanted to be a child
Who knew what it meant
To *******
Smile
I write a lot of poems that are very open but for some reason I feel like I really let myself open up here and I'm crying lol I guess I've been denying that my childhood doesn't affect me anymore. It's August and it brings back bad memories.
Valentine Aug 2024
you never noticed
the houses
littering the field
you grew up watching
from the backseat of
your parent's van
until the moment
you looked left and right
at the stop sign
and realized
your favorite angle of
the mountains
where you could see
the brook
between the pines
form a jagged line
down down down
covered up by
a dozen miserable
4 bedroom 2 bathroom
greyscale houses
Moony Aug 2024
As I fall asleep
I hear the snakes hissing under my bed

I discovered them when I was a little girl
the first time one crawled up under my skirt

they left marks all over my body
scars I can't remove

I still find myself scrubbing so hard
trying to remove their mark

I still dream that they are all over me
I can't make them go away
anna Aug 2024
the bath soap scent from my childhood.
the one my mother
would bring home every sunday;
for me to wash but never feel clean.
it stings,
but no longer seeps into cuts like antiseptic.
it smells like sorrow,
loneliness, and pain
yet the scent on my skin doesn’t make me sad.
i think of the girl and what the girl would think of me.
how far we’ve come;
and how we share the same scent on older skin.
07-2024
Unique Aug 2024
Memories of closeness
You ponder on the thought

How it used to be, shouldn’t be,
And how you think it ought

Bare bodies in oblivion
To the thought of expectation

Run rampant and wrestle
Painting a transitory picture of close relations

But pictures change over time
They can warp, shrink, crack, or crease

The profound perfection of fresh paint is such a sweet tease

Those innocent neck slaps
And holding of hands

The meaning of ulterior motives
A concept no one yet understands

The telling of secrets under covers
Without choking on words of honesty

Or the tangling of limbs in the morning
Not a sign of love or lust

Simply a playful commodity

This picture of closeness you made,
Where have you hidden it away?

Back in your hometown?
In your basement?

Perhaps somewhere no experience gets a say?

Because I bet if you brought it out again
Examined it a bit closer

You’d see beauty in vulnerability
And in your reflection, a poser

This youthful subject of yours
Living in peaceful oblivion

While you manipulate your heart
To only break even….

Because as you get older, you realize things like pain and passion cannot be separated with such ease

You realize closeness is not so attainable
When vulnerability has been seized
anna Aug 2024
my sins rot my innocent flesh
even god can’t save me now
i pray and pray and pray and pray
my knees raw from the bloodied cobblestone tiles
my tears are no longer righteous
my mother told me
when god doesn’t answer, be one
but how can i be a god
when behind my eyes all i see is darkness
though red wine spills out my mouth and veins
and men take their portions of my body
the hole of which my soul once stored faith
shelters the cold empty remains of
what once was
08-2024
Jill Aug 2024
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Published by Trash to Treasure Lit, April 1, 2025

Barbies wear muselet helmets
Sherlock journals clues
Cricket-stump bin clinks dismissal
Bread is hard with mouldy middle
Cheese is soft with tinted velvets
All in greens and blues

Newspapers a carpet curtain
Other signs of note
Sinks drain-weary, veiled by dishes
Door blocked from unseen militias
Ashtrays strain with liquid burden
Mangled ends afloat

Late-night fry exudes lard landslide
Interesting leads
Window signs of blunt force impact
Latches show no signs of contact
Perpetrated from the inside
Casual misdeeds

Bottles strewn with empty glasses
Evidence galore
Christmas tree is snapped, now supine
Couch chair at confusing incline
Wasting roast potato passes
Solo on the floor

Shrouded dark in grown-up questions
Case remains unsolved
Pre-teen sherlocks are defeated
Unaware that help is needed
Claiming all adult transgressions
Guilelessly involved

Knowledge comes with maturation
Young gumshoe, take heart
Heavy is the comprehension
Adulthood in wise dimension
Toughest form of education
Living will impart

Trauma is by drink upstaged
Of subterfuge beware
Brace yourself for understanding
Bottle is a sly red herring
Denouement is disengaged
You won’t find it there

Life perspective is revealing
Sooner follow pain
Core of more investigation
Drink was only compensation
Obfuscating tricky healing
Alloyed with the leaden feeling
Undiscovered chain

You were just a fledgling hawkshaw
Grant yourself some grace
Rest the blame that you digested
Drop the anger you invested
Hopping off the guilt-rage seesaw
‘Case closed’ in its place
Link to published poem:
https://www.trashtotreasurelit.com/publishedpieces/tough-case-for-a-young-detective-by-jill-dorrian

©2024
Ryan R Latini Aug 2024
I feared the wind and I feared him. He bought me a kite. Now, I love them both.
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