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Venny Apr 2016
And he picked her from the blanket and looked into her brain. Stared deeply in her brown eyes and knew that she'd cause pain.

Knew she'd cause destruction and it would be in vain. Knew she'd be a heartbreaker and it'd be her claim to fame.

While he traced her small, soft black curls he knew he held a universe, a Galaxy , his world.


He knew that someday he'd have to let her go. To be free, to learn, to continuously grow. That day he knew was nowhere near, but tears choked him. Full of fear.


There would be people who would try to tear her down, bruise her self esteem, taint her crown. They would hurt her and tell her that she was worth less because what was between her legs and under her dress.

They would show her the meaning of love and the pain that comes from loss. They would deny her truths and dethrone her in her Kingdom as her own boss.


But she'd also know sunshine, smiles, happiness, and gain. How to walk through storms, and dance in the rain. How to love without limits, and how to harness the pain, and use it for strength, for power, to gain.

So as those hard tears ran down for miles, he wiped them away with a crooked smile.

For he knew that she'd find her place in the world. His beautiful, fearless, baby girl.
emeraldine087 Apr 2016
Don't underestimate me.

Beneath my gentle eyes lies the spirit of a warrior.
Hidden in my soft smile is a battle cry.
Underneath my supple skin is an armor of celestial gold.
Enclosed in my brittle fingers is the hilt of a sword.
Within my mortal heart rests the essence of a goddess.

Let not my gentleness or fragility fool you.

For in this frail body resides the heart of a fighter;
whose spirit knows no defeat,
whose will knows no impossibility,
whose resilience knows no limit.
Happy Birthday to my dear Tita Imelda. A strong and wise woman, a loving mother and a doting Aunt. Thank you for always being there for me and Joy. Love you!
Àŧùl Apr 2016
There was once a docile wife.
Let's be mature & only take it as a joke please.
Nothing personal.
My HP Poem #1049
©Atul Kaushal
Declan Quinn Mar 2016
Trying not to think so much,
To not break the rules and such,
Trying to fit my square in little round holes,
Maybe too late to save our souls.
Trying & trying, always trying,
Keeps me busy but always sighing.
Enigmatic parlance for the used and abused,
Mother’s milk for the lost and confused.
Pity and empathy are opposite things.
Misery and helplessness always brings
The wrong ones, the unbroken and the unhealed and the ******
The unhappy, the sick and those body-slammed.
One more battle and one more fight,
Eventually I’ll tell myself I’m alright.
Aren't Wednesdays great! Happy Wednesday poets!
Keyana Brown Mar 2016
I was a clueless human,
with no sense of direction.
scientists say they cure me,
so they can get rid of my infection;
They were wrong.

Once they injected me,
I was about to have a different sight.
There just something about me
that doesn't feel right.

Suddenly, I became black as the knight
The scientists are after me, so
either I'll run, or fight.

By the time I grow out my fangs,
you better run, or hide.
Because I get furious
when you look at me in the eye.

As I smell upon their fear,
evil scientist beware,
to my brown eyes
and my razor sharp claws,
I must save human society
before things go wrong.

Even though this transformation,
seems to be a mystery,
my goal is to interact with panthers
In order to save humanity.

I'm faster,
I'm stronger,
I'm wiser,
*I am the Panther.
I wrote this poem when I was a middle schooler. I was watching Batman and then I thought to myself what kind of superhero I can be, so I thought why not be a panther. Haha!
Anyway, wrote the poem while watching my show.
If you were superhero what would you be?
Candy Noire Mar 2016
Don't try to tell me how to live
Don't say that love is hard to give
I don't need you to save me
I don't need to you pray for me
Don't try to test me with your mind
I'm tired of games I'm tired of lies
I've fought my way through too many times
I've fought my way through to survive

I'm not gonna fall into the dirt
You stamp on my heart I don't get hurt
You try to cut me with your words
I am a falcon rising above it all
I've been through hell, I've found the light
I am whole I don't need a guy
I don't need you to save me
So who's the weak one now baby?

Don't patronise me I know best
I know that life is just a test
I don't need you to show me
I just wanted you to want me
In all the darkness I found stars
You pull me back, I'm flying far
I've struggled underneath the waves
I've struggled just to find my place

I'm not gonna fall into the dirt
You stamp on my heart I don't get hurt
You try to cut me with your words
I am a falcon rising above it all
I've been through hell, I've found the light
I am whole I don't need a guy
I don't need you to save me
So who's the weak one now baby?

I'm a ******* heroine
I don't need you darling
Cause I'm a ******* warrior
And I will be victorious.
I'm a ******* champion
You can't ******* undone
Cause I'm a ******* demon
And I will fight till I find love.
Joyce Feb 2016
Like a bird singing
so fragile.
Tiny heart but such
a fighter.
See her light shining
brighter.
Wants to take your
pain away.
listen to the sound
of your voice.
Hope you will find
her and keep her safe.
Safe in your heart
not locked away.
Wish I could swim
in your love of perfect sin.
Charlotte Opdahl Jan 2016
There once was a fighter in me.
But since then the fighter gave up;
Because you are not worthy
Of this trouble and doubt.
So leave, just leave,
Hang ‘em up.
jennee Jan 2016
i'm tired of wasting away
i want to gather what's been lost and destroyed
and bury the demons that have kept me astray
the ashes will not be remains
but reminders of how i've grown and become strong
this is not a declaration of my weakness
but an announcement that i am a fighter
who is sick of silently screaming,
i want to scream until my lungs are sore
i don't want to put up a smile to a mask that is slowly slipping,
i don't want to give up, not anymore
Lost Dec 2015
You don’t know who she is.
You only see her face
and hear her name.
But if you really knew her,
you’d know that she’s a fighter.
She spends her days,
overcoming the pain,
not drowning in pills.
She provides for a family,
not for paying men.
She gives the world something more,
instead of taking what isn’t her’s.
She works for a cause,
not for drugs.
A saint among sinners.
A lover among aggressors.
A light among the dark.
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