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Gabrielle Dec 2020
I hate my house
Every corner every corridor
I hate the doorknobs, hate the windows
Despise the bump on the kitchen floor

Every drip of the bathroom tap is agony
The backyard and every tree
I can't stand the way it screeches
Against the lightest breeze

I hate the chairs, I hate the tables
Light bulbs, curtains, endless stains
Sockets stuffed with cables
Set fire to my brain

I hate the way my house stares at me
I wish it would just stop
The wallpaper I have memorised
Is now my life's' backdrop

The doors slam against my hands
The shower burns my feet
My heavy mind with all its' might
Runs up and down my street

My heart is fixed by every string
I'm sewn into the thick carpet
I'm baked onto the plates
I will never ever leave, this house that I hate
This poem is about hating the places where you are supposed to feel safe.
ShininGale Dec 2020
I have been patient with you and the rest of our race,
all I did was to play the role and have a taste.
Taste of being nice and good at times like this, how come
you're mad when it's you whose in fault.

"A little more, a little more, bare and hold it in"
a thing I say to myself when you're clearly guiltless.
You turn your words onto me when it's time to confess,
tell me! is it that hard to know what is 'oppressed'.

I held myself and my fist, even though I'll win.
well, clearly you know and knew it's not my thing.
that's why you limit me with everything.
I was just trying to be nice and you just ended me.

Remember, I'm Older.
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Ain't my intention to spread negativity or what, but have you ever had a 'sib...' who you love and cherish, but at times like you truly see that favorites are the worst. They choose who to follow, they choose who to respect...despite being the same with the older ones. I tried my best always and few times, to be able to be a good person, a better child and the best sister I could be. Never let anyone abuse your good works and hard tries, never let yourself be trapped in guilt when you decide to go and live in peace.

P.S. Pardon me for I think my writing is confusing and mixed up, perhaps I feel like sugar coating things that's why it's harder to explain nor express, maybe I am.
Emily Dawn Dec 2020
Throw spilt salt over your left shoulder,
Spin spiders thrice around your head,
Keep new shoes off the table,
Hang a dreamcatcher above your bed
Do all of these things little one
She would hold me close and say
And you’ll be a witchy woman
Your luck will never go astray

I was taught this in the Summers
That I spent following her around
When Mum was busy going to work
Dad was nowhere to be found
With the whole world on her shoulders
Nan still carved out time for me
To make me a witchy woman
One content, one loved, one free.
Caleb A Johnson Dec 2020
Some people are told
Never to return

They feel the firm clasp
That shoves them into the cold

But for me, you were silent
Your lips sealed, reproachful

And I learned to wear a heavy coat
To insulate from your malcontent

Your words like poisoned kool aid
Sweet and easy on the throat

But when I left I felt the cyanide
And the hole inside you made

Now I'm free and don't have to hide
My beautiful self from disgusted eyes

And though you did not say "disowned"
Your silence showed me the road

But ******* and your family too
This is much better for me
I don't care about you
Inspired by not getting a phone call @lydeen
https://hellopoetry.com/Sentient_Tacos/
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
No matter how years go by
Still catch me when I fail to fly
Fixing wounds so I mend
Until the very end
You encourage to work hard and succeed
Providing for my every need
Feeding a hot meal at least once a day
Shelter with zero rent to pay
Ensuring I am comfortable and at ease
Letting me do whatever I please
Helping put down bad habits I hold
And leave behind so I can grow old
Reminding me to brush teeth and hair
You overdo it only because you care
I am lucky to have a mother like you
Devoted
Affectionate
And nurturing too
I know 'thank you' are words I should say much more
I promise I am very grateful for
All the time sacrificed not getting rest
In order for me to live the best
Thank you Mom
I am blessed
I wrote this for my moms birthday
GQ James Dec 2020
You can cut off my hands,
You can cut off my legs,
You can cut off my feet,
I'll still find a way to move around,
I was born in the war so I'm solid,
Military minded and heart of a solider,
Purple hearted but the blood I shed is pure.

No matter what you do to me,
I'll always come back stronger,
Came from a family of strong ones,
Nothing weak about me,
There's vultures in the sea,
Keep your eyes out for the sharks in the ocean.

The ones who seem to be cool,
Usually be the ones who ain't cool,
Play your friends close but keep your enemies closer,
Friends ain't always your friends.
FRIENDS AIN'T ALWAYS YOUR FRIENDS
Chelsie Dec 2020
Di mo ba napapansin?
Anak mo, sagad na din.
Pasensya, di kinaya,
Inis ka na rin pala.

Sinong gustong malungkot?
Laging nakabaluktot?
Isa lang aking dingin,
Maglaho, kagaya ng hangin.

Saya sa anak ng iba,
Sa akin din, pwede ba?
Magaling, masayahin,
Pag-iisip, normal din.

Kung sumama sa hangin,
Ako sana’y malimot din.
Maging masaya ka sana,
Sa iyong bagong hardin.
poetry is just my emotional outlet tbh
We Are Stories Dec 2020
you hear the call
you answer the call
you follow the call
you chase after the call
but after all
who is calling
who is taking the fall
who are you leaving behind
back on the wall
an empty hall
shouting empty calls-
who are you leaving
to pursue what you are believing-
who is at the back hand
of your swing-
who is carrying the burden
that you’re carrying-
who takes up your cross
as you carry a wooden symbol
claiming that you hear the call-
i sit and wonder if you heard nothing after all
except the voices inside the heart
where deception befalls-
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