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Quetta Rose Feb 2019
Him
Was I weak for letting him do what he did?
Did it make me pathetic?
His face stains the inside of my eye lids like bitter red wine would stain a white dress,
His voice is vividly there every time some one calls my name.
Sometimes I can still feel his fingers exploring my body as if he hasn't tainted every inch of it down to my split ends,
sometimes I can feel his lips grazing my ear to whisper vile things.
He has control over me despite the fact he can't physically hurt me anymore,
despite that fact his memory still haunts me...like an echo of him.
His echo lies in bed with me every night,
his echo hides in my shadow whispering all my insecurities as if a second voice,
his echo traces every kiss,
his echo makes love to my dreams creating little demons.
His echo follows me as if it's the ghost of someone I killed...
Maybe it is the ghost...
maybe it's my ghost.
The ghost of who I once was before him.
Tatiana Feb 2019
Locked in the cradle of influence.
Rocked back and forth with songs not your own.
Speak their minds
all the time.

Push against the rails of innocence.
Hear your cries return to your own mouth.
Choke on it
echo it.

Poison your mind with your need to please.
Fight them and yourself to be yourself.
See the world
hear its hurt.

Crawl to the door try to open it.
It yields some, but not always enough.
"Let me out!"
let me out

"Let me out!"
let me out
"Let me out!"
let me out

let me out
.
..
...
When did you come to the realization that you were just echoing what other people said and not really thinking for yourself? Or when did you stop trying to please others by yielding to their beliefs over your own? I realized when I turned 19.
Alex Feb 2019
In my dream
I was in love
With a boy with skin like stardust
And eyes full of hope

We took over the world
Found new friends
Fought our enemies
Conquered the stars

My boy had a smile
Like set of razors side by side
Ready to cut down
Anyone who opposed us

He loved me
With his whole heart
Made me a queen
Of the universe I’ve made up

We travelled together
In a ship made of comets
Sharing our vision
With other planets

Sometimes we lingered
In our beautiful garden
With plants of every kind
I could sit there for hours
There were troubles in our paradise
Revolts, wars, a plague or two
Yet with his sharp mind
We always found a way out

His hands wrinkled with time
No longer a boy, but always in my heart
We had no children, but our legacy
Would survive in the memory of millions

Eyes bright like the sun
Turned into supernovas alike
He would sit by my side
As I read aloud

I grew old too
Joints squeaking with every move
Eyes no longer recognising
Our flowers from afar

Then there came a day
When he couldn’t get up
So, I stayed by his side
Worrying that this moment would be our last

He wanted to tell me something
Something to remember him by
With fragile hands he took my face
His skin feeling like sand

My heart was crying for him
Yet, I tried to look strong
He opened his lips
Letting out a breath…

That’s when I woke up
Lying inside my bed
My love dying alone somewhere in my mind

I tried to get back,
To know what he wanted to say
Yet as time moved on
I couldn’t even remember his face

Only the stars that shone above us
As we lied on the grass
His quiet breath as I read him
A story about us
Thomas EG Feb 2019
I'd always been a little bearcub
Feeling my paws crunch the twigs and mulsh of the forest floor
Seasons are changing, though
I'm finally standing up on my hind legs
Raising my hands high, speaking up for the first time
Hoping that maybe you can hear me now
Letting my growls grow, my echo,
rumbling through the trees
Feeling the breeze in my hair
Knowing that I have made it
and I am home
~Finally started my medical transition and my voice is starting to drop~
Poetic T Jan 2019
Synthesised reparations collect,
      authenticity flawed even before
it reverberated
                             beyond its beginnings.

But still you try to expand
on the dullness of what you wanted
               to be a reproduction
            from the source,
but nothing echoes further than your breath.
K Balachandran Dec 2018
Your heart beating soft,
In mine echoes like drumbeats;
Your pizazz does more!
Olivia Daniels Dec 2018
Come back to me!
i hear your noise echo
back to me your sound echos
but the reverberation back
leaves your echo
incomprehensible

i know youre at the end
of your dark dark tunnel. echoes
of your former self hanging
on the end of your rope.
Come back!

you want to give up,
lay on the hard black metal
and give up. your rope, it will
swing and hit me in its pendulum
the echo of how close I got
to lighting your way. and you
reflected off the walls.

I almost had you back,
but it is so hard to see
down that dark dark tunnel
and like sonar I listen to you,
for you, for the swoosh of jeans.
but i don't know one sound
from the other. you're so good
at hiding in your darkness.
Please. Come back to me,
whole because
i don't know
how much
longer
you
we
i
have
until
you're
swallowed
by the darkness
and your echo
dissipates
I don't know what I'd do if he made that choice.
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