Lynx 2d

What is context?
Clearly they don't know.
I show my innocence
Yet get sent to the gullitine regardless
Even when half the jury is in my favor
The King refuses
and I get charged for a crime
I never committed
Trying to protect someone
Who just wanted me dead

Amber 4d

Your voice used to warm my heart.
The sound takes me back,
All the way back to the start.

When my body was brand new,
Freshly developed,
I truly could not see through,
Others' facades.
I always let them have their way.

I said no,
And you pressed on,
Hearing me,
But not paying much attention,
To my pleas.

Other protests went unheard,
Never escaped my mouth,
The lines were always blurred.

I thought I was loved,
But that was untrue.
I was being shoved,
Into a small dark place.
A place where you could do,
All you desired to.

I let you have me,
Before I knew who I was.

Jas 5d

At the beginning of the date he wanted sushi,
I wanted a large pizza with extra cheese that sounded like, "No thanks, not hungry."
It was cold outside and it was raining
So naturally we opened up the window as far as it would go -
He quickly lit the panda candle near the window
as if the spark came straight from his fingers
And all I could think was, "Damn. Even with the wind the candle is still lit. This is my guy."
It was romantic and slow and I was a damn fool,
Sucked in
Feeling like I'm falling after four days.
A little conversation and some food later, I could suddenly make out the width and length of his eyelashes -
"Oh shit. He's leaning in."
His hand surfed the curves and waves of my hip,
My entire body felt like a magnet towards his and
Having felt it all
I chalked it up to friendship
While thinking and dreaming of my "friend" wondering how
How could I have been such a fool?
I broke his heart and mine too.

Peter Balkus Nov 10

I'm guilty
of being innocent.
I never harmed anyone,
I never killed,
I never raped.
I'm guilty
and I'm condemned
for being
an innocent man.

Luna Nov 3

Tongues are weapons
But actions are shields
I'm not hurt that you're upset
I don't feel bad for being brutally honest
Exploiting every feeling
Stabbing your front when you claim it was the back
I was only trying to help
But you mistook help for hell.
(I'm innocent)

Nightsung Nov 2

Hello, my little flowers
Though you're all seeds
Here, some water
Would you like to grow for me?

Keep growing, my little flowers
You seem all to shoot
Here, some water
You're growing, that's good

Oh, my little flowers
I see you start to bloom
Start to live further
Seeing you grow, starting to groom

Oh, my little flowers
So colourful, so bright
In my garden, so pretty
A lovely sight

Oh, my little flowers
What's happening now?
You're getting weaker
And start to get brown

Oh, my little flowers
All gone, all dead
I forgot to give you water
Now my garden looks just too sad

A collection of memories - the few poems I have written before never batting an eye to writing again.

So here's my story: I never had been into writing or reading, but through encouragement from friends and my own curiosity I picked it up anyways. The result was this poem I wrote 5 years ago. Despite enjoying expressing my thoughts on paper, I never got too much into it, abandoning as soon as I graduated from high school one year later.

I raged with fury,
I trembled with shame wishing to be buried,
I had turned crimson,
Tears brimmed from my eyes,
Flooded down my cheeks.
My husband hid behind the guests,
The guests stared aghast,
My mother-in-law slumped on the sofa fast,
My sixteen year old daughter giggled,
My son guffawed,Dr.Do Little,
Me,a centre stage!
Because our newly employed
houseboy from the village,
Copied ditto my husband,
Out of nowhere he appeared like a magic wand,
Courtesied with a gallant swoon,
Saying,"Darling, my sexy moon!
Will you have something
To make you more refreshing."

The servant had come from my husband's village and he did not know the ways of the city.My husband was his hero.
Britney Lyn Oct 23

I can still feel your hands on me,
The way they took, the way they gripped at my skin until I screamed.
You liked hearing me scream but you held a hand over my mouth just in case there were ears nearby.
You bruised my lips with how hard you held my face in place, I could barely breath.
Your hands they took, savagely, selfishly
Your eyes trailed my body with a tenderness that you couldn't possibly possess.
They humiliated me, for I was open, helpless.
Weak.
You took and took, and you fucking took!
I cried, I kicked, I begged, but you were all about finishing what you started.
I can feel your hands, everyone who has ever touched me has your hands.
I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying, somebody help me, please stop, no more!
I want to feel pretty but not like this.
I flinch at the unexpected embraces.
I awaken in fright when I should be at peace in the night.
You took.
And you couldn't even look me in the eyes because you knew.
You knew
...
But you still took.

Can you please take the memory with you too?

Innocent flesh
Lost to the
Fiery hurricane
Of breath

Cold core within
Can't feel my burning skin
My consciousness
Has grown so paper thin

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