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Jey Blu Mar 2018
I need to break free from these binding thoughts holding me down and tearing me up mind and heart racing in sync wondering if I'll fly or I'll sink I'll probably fall attempting to jump this wall of insincerity living or dying its all just the same dates in some notebook no hall of fame live your life but not my way just yours I have no choice but to come when you call down at your feet is where I will fall drawing me in with false love and hope  controlling my life like I'm some sort of dope I am not finished don't interrupt me until I say what I say I'm using my voice I'm calling your name now listen to me or get out of the way
KJ Feb 2018
I can still hear your voice
Your whispers of painful truths
Your hands slide around my waist
I have to suppress a shiver of disgust

I can still feel your fingers
Curled tightly around my wrist
In a bruising grip
Your anger coats the room

I can still hear the sound
Of things thrown around your room
Yelling and screaming
The panic rising in me

I can still feel your breathe on my neck
The memory makes me shudder
Possessive hands on my hips
“You’re mine” is supposed to be endearing right?

I can still hear your rules
Echoing in my head
Don’t talk to them, don’t go out
Don’t you dare disobey me

I can still feel every bruise
I can hear all the horrible things you told me
I am worthless
Who could want me, besides you?

I may still hear you
I may still feel you
But I do not need you
And someday, I will not believe you
I can finally write about it.
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Eleanor Webster Nov 2017
You said you wanted these eyes in your sights for the rest of your life
You want the heart and soul of me but you deny the whole of me
You forgot about my wings
Those hulking, iridescent things
They sit on my shoulder blades and long for the skies
Even I migrate to warmer climes where I might find my piece of mind.
Out of the two of us, I find it is I who follows the teachings of Christ
Of love for all, and forgiveness too
But I also follow ipheginia, boudicca, Joan of ark and any other woman who had her spark quenched by a man
I know you did not mean to rein me in
Your fear was your scalpel, and you clipped my wings
I know now why the caged bird sings
And I know why the house bird hisses when you bring him food
He longs for the open skies
Doesn't care what lies beyond the curtain
And if in the end he dies, at least it'll be on his own terms.
You didn't inflict a cage on me
I tore those wings from seam to seam
Thinking that wanting you should be enough for me
That wanting anything more was heresy
You made me think a part of me was broken.
That it was selfish to fly south for winter,
Even if I'd die in the cold.
You always used to shout at the birds when they sang too loud,
And I wonder how I didn't know before.
You said you wanted these eyes in your sights for the rest of your life
But if we did that
We'd never be apart.
This is another poem about controlling relationships, and how often it's a fear of disappointing the other person that motivates people to perpetuate their own lack of control.
Lexi Oct 2017
I lost myself a long the way
I changed my world so you'd stay
Now that you're gone I don't know what to do
Because I made my world up revolving around you
You played with my mind, emotions and heart
That to me is the cruelest yet saddest part
I got lost trying to keep you
I didn't realize nor think if your love was true
I trusted to easily
I forgave to much
I fell so hard and now its normal for me
I wrote this back when I was 14 and it was about my first relationship
Ophelia Ray Aug 2017
White, black, grey
polaroid
memories in colorless tone.
Shining white
white like your eyes
torrid and hanging
anguishing
white.
White grinning
gorging on fear
gripping
white.
White
foam forming at the corners of your mouth.
your hair shone white.
Grey as I looked up,
Black is what followed.
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