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Pieces of me
thrown away
like trash
Never consulted
Never asked
The direct result
of another’s conviction
or more commonly seen
from blind ambition

The fix is in
But no invitation
for me,
former me
or forever me
and all of my imitations
beset by my

Forwardly I lean
step in between
lines upon lines
can’t be seen
The trappings of
its machine
Fall ill
From my vein;
blood I spill

A still surface
with sticky sheen
amber tones
from which
I glean
a reason
What it might mean
A hunger
can not be filled

Nothing but lies
giving me chills
A shell
with values
not instilled
it’s dread
Their words
I’m fed
to fill my head

My outer skin
Its layer
Not to attacks
No single act
or prayer
could patch
and fill it in
A hole
that’s black
is my first sin

A game
in which
no way to win
and no ending
once it
With opened eyes
begin to see
The dorsal fins
surrounding me

Head starts
to spin
What could have been?
It doesn't matter
in the end
there's nothing
here for me
A demon-like reality

Where what you seek
Placed at your feet
The icing; sweet
Choices; not three
Have cake or eat
One choice not two
But want to eat
and have it too

All efforts
to retrieve the treat;
An outcome that
ends in defeat
A princess swept
off of her feat
But this feature
a creature
Spirit of
a soulless seeker

Deceitful speaker
he’ll eat ya
Offers pain
Can’t heal;
life drained
Then reaching out
to use
but with each ring
hope further wanes

An answered call
done just in time
The chills
running all down my spine
Stand tall
just like Douglas-fir pine
With racing thoughts
filling my mind
I will be saved
Free from it all
*** must exist
No time to stall
In battle
may fall
but no man's ever left behind

Only to find
With said spent dime
A dynamite kind of answer
A type
that might
cause strife
Can't plan for
Needed answer
like cancer
New chance to live
Worldly romancer
On planet Earth
A tiny dancer

A romantic thought
to think
fight fought
Instead a sinking ship
just dropped
This life?
If could
an ‘OUT’
would opt
No more
can take
Just make
it stop
Written: April 17, 2018

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I have learned from a young age that I would attract a certain kind of attention. Prepped for the stares I would receive for being more well endowed in the areas that spark **** in men. From a youthful age sexualized, only sought after for one purpose. One glance and thoughts are shifted to fantasy. Never asked about feelings or emotions, just questioned about how I can satisfied needs. I am only looked at as a fun time never a long time. They all believe that because I look a certain way, that I must have all these men in my bed, and that I am only in their presence for pleasure. My sanity is often questioned, once they realize that I am not a seducer or temptress that falls in to the hands of multiple men. But they also have the mentality to wonder why someone like myself is distant, guarded and closed off.
(Looks gone to waste in their eyes, tainted in my own)
I have never learned self love in my life, still haven't
I have had multiple voices telling me how I should look, what I should show or not to show, how I should use these(looks)
My body& looks have never felt like my own, they are loved by many but hated by the keeper.
Ivan Lopez May 23
I only sleep to see
red eyes staring back at me

I go to bed, and there they are
shadows getting close to me

Monsters tear
and rip me apart
I run away
their claws
grab, cut and choke
their satisfied, and leave

I wake up,
it's only a dream.
I wake up,
I have scars
Why do I bleed?
Was it a dream?
Would you believe me if I told you that a shadow follows me. A shadow bigger, darker, and heavier follows me. I can see them in the dark moving besides me. They are trying to get a hold of me, choking me, holding my mouth shut so that I can't scream. I wake up with scars on my wrists, and pain on my chest. Their not shadows are they? 9/2014
Nakia Feb 19
You should live because the show you're watching isn't finished yet
You should live because you haven't turned in that paper you worked really *******
You should live because somewhere an animal wants to love on you
You should live because there's a pizza in the freezer that you haven't even cooked yet
You should live because people in messed up situations are still going on maury
You should live because of Popsicles in the hot summer time
You should live because of the goosebumps you get when the hot water touches your skin
You should live because we don't know if aliens are real or not
You should live because your bed would be really lonely without you
You should live because of the really light drizzle of rain when it falls down on your skin
You should live because you have a life worth living
Even if it kinda ***** really bad to do it now
You should live because i'm living too
And in reading this aren't we kinda in it together
Fighting similar fights?
Live to win
Live to bounce back
Live because you can
There are so many reasons to live
Jeric Doblon Jan 30
He who is ***** of mighty
Full of fun, games and witty.
His face of happiness like circus in display
Tormented inside when the play’s unlay.

Long past before the midnight stay
He on his blanket ready to play
Waiting for those time to be on his way
Though he cannot refuse his pain all day

Silence came and everything is quite
Through the corner you’ll hear his duet.
A whining tears and silent shouts
Through his pillows it always sprouts.

Time by time as clock ticks in wall
Do by do he sobs and fall
In his burning chest was sadness, you see?
Filled with anger and hunger for pray.

Woe woe like very ill today
These midnight cries that always stuck and stay.
In his lonely nights he always say
That maybe someday, the pain will go away.
Jeric Doblon Jan 30
If I choose to cry who would be there for me?
If I choose to smile would you rather look or see?
If I choose to be wise can you call me a genius?
Or if I would be mean can I lost all this precious?

If I were a girl I could be the sweetest woman
But I was a boy If I choose to be a man.
Don’t misinterpret me to whatever I say
Please I beg your pardon, I’ll listen and stay

If I was mistreated would you treat me equal?
If I am in witty would you know me bisexual?
Do you know the pain that struck inside?
Or does it feels good like high on low tide?

I’m unarmed fighting for nobody
If I become a fighter would you clap like everybody?
Dauntless sights of sadness eternity
I would be strong If I will have pity.

Tired of living but never on life
If I am sick of dreaming, I’m over of sight
I’m losing my happy and the decency
I’m losing all hope drastic efficiently  

If I finish writing and began speaking
Would you stand up and start me up beating?
I’m young and I’m foolish but I’m just starting
You haven’t seen the last of me, I’ll stand up and start rising.
Alec Jan 28
I know how it feels
To look in the mirror and get chills,
Not the good kind
The ones that consume your mind.

I know what it’s like to look at scars.
My heart and my arms are marred.
And the mirror
Brings about tears.

And it hurts
When the pain sticks to you like damp dirt.
And you can’t love the things you used to
Because this feeling is taking over you.

But that’s why it’s important not to fake a smile.
And why you need to be honest once in awhile.
I get it, when the hurt gets too much.
I escape, try to find me in a crowd and I’ll duck.

I avoid.
And it’s an active choice.
But I’ve learned it doesn’t change anything.
And I’d rather know and see someone’s demons
Than see a fake smile, even if it’s bright as the sun.
Mallory Write Jan 21
Difference between lives best left said,
do not compare, don’t get caught dead

People experience different things different ways
Better to sympathize than to relate

I once said me too, to too many different things
failed to see all the trouble ‘Twould bring

To want to take my own live, without considering
Others who truly did who I cared for and who’d cared for me

My best friend attempted recently such a thing
Not realizing to me how much pain it would bring

If she did, I really would too

Me too if I’m too late,

There’d be nothing more to do

And when now others simply remark such words
I think of them, oh, I think
‘how pereverse’

They and you may yet know one day
know what it’s like to be too, to be too too late
For a dear friend, and for dear others who may be as I once was or am now. Or how she was and is.
ixamxaxcrybaby Dec 2017
Everything about me seems so wrong,
My life has a lot of twists and turns,
Pictures and moments I want to burn,
Piece of me I want to torn.

Everyone around me doesn't really care anymore,
They always thinking about their own lives and more,
Pushing you and kicking you out the door,
Saying, "You shouldn't be here, anymore."

People are ***** all the time,
They are thinking that I'm fine,
And living my whole life without a fire,
So why do you think I write this rhyme?

All the imperfections and flaws,
Is all you can see in a row,
Attacking with your neatly sharped claws,
On my body where my suicidal blood flaws.

Don't ask me why I take my life,
All of you left me one choice, and that is to fly,
Don't come too late and asking my mom why,
You know the reason why I chose to die.
Ann P Aug 2017
always solicit us to give up
and we give them the crowns
we are too drown into our own pain
that we become not to care
about those who scream help
because we close our eyes
not to see the world
and be blind
one blind man
turn into thousands blind men
until we realize
turn into darkness
and darkness turns into a world of despair
and finally
the world will die along with the humanity.
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