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isla Feb 2020
gently used! wrote the sign taped to my back

before this
i used to be the full package
performed everything as advertised
loved wholly
moved as desired
you'd pull my string and i'd be alive
tugged over & over
each time a new performance

tugging soon became yanking
you programmed new acts into me
my timidity was your entertainment
you mistook my silence as acceptance
i thought submissiveness was the answer

i became gently used

just another hand-me-down
yet i didn't wait to be found
i lost count of how many people like you yanked my string
your programmed acts remained
my silence stayed solely in my brain

use me! screams the sign stapled to my back
the last one like you added to the bottom:
"will do anything 4 love"
Dawn Jan 2020
A deep breathe in the mirror
A mirror! Breathe in deep!
A deep reflection
Look within, deep!
The deep mirror?
What mirror is deep?
Maybe a lake or the sea?
What do you see?
Reflect the deep.
The deep can only be a mirror when still.
Reflect on what is still deep inside
Reflect what is still
Imitate the water
Echo its calm
Calm with deep breaths.
Calmly breathe
Breathe deep
Breathe by the deep end
Deep ene
The end,
And then begin again
Finally took a creative writing class at uni and here's my first output! We were asked to do phrase manipulation on phrases containing the word 'mirror'
Fiona Jan 2020
he wears a black suit,
but the white button down
is stained
with all the damage
he’s done to you.
he smiles
when you see
all the blood.
but what he
doesn’t know
is that you’ve
collected all the evidence,
each laundry day.
Kai Dec 2019
What am I to you but a body to control?
I am nothing.
I survive off of you alone
Without your thoughts I am dead.
Without your hands on me
To support my back I melt.
You hold my hips to
Keep my spine aligned.
You are my savior.

You are my protector
Except when you are too busy
To keep me on my feet.
Except when she is more important.
Except when it is not convenient.
That is when I am just another person
I am just another body,
Just another soul.
Just someone else to leave behind
Like the ****** wrappers in your car
After yet another girl loses her everything
To you.

But you remind me that I’m beautiful
After my shirt comes off and the sun goes down
People call it manipulation
I call it love.

You only tell me that you love me when
Your hand goes beneath the sheets
Or under my shirt
Or in my hair and around my throat
While we’re at church
I feel like a ****
But hey, at least you love me.

At least you love me
When it’s convenient
For you.
This was the last straw, Ashton. Jacob was right.
Alek Mielnikow Dec 2019
You drink milk
when all that’s served
is water and wine.

You ****** the throbbing
pulse of the night
with your contriving lips.

You dip into the
honey and you
bedizen your seat.

You leave a trail of blood
to lead you back to
where you are from.

You wink and
the world relents.

-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
Natasha Dec 2019
I once went to outer space
I thought it might be beautiful
I thought I might be part of it
But beauty is misleading.

He told me I was safe with him
He said my body was like the stars
And when you’re twelve and insecure
That’s all you want to hear.

Cautiously I trusted him
I stepped outside one toe at first,
I poked my nose just past the door
I grinned at the unknown –

At once
I gasped–
My lungs collapsed.
And body froze in fear and pain.
Lips pursed, he shoved me further out.
“More or else” he screamed.

I cried for Mom.
I begged for home,
My tears solid in the vacuumed space.
But I was told that mothers don’t
Want a child *****.
Robby Dec 2019
You can’t make me be who I’m not
I will rebel from your demands
I can’t go along with your manipulation
I’ll chew it up and spit it back in your face
Please don’t force me
You’re setting me up to fail… again
Desire Dec 2019
Skinny blues of toxicity
Moral of the story is I'm lonely
Yet aura and lust connects me
To my descriptive writing of poetry
Shakespeare taught me mind games and revenge
But the only revenge I want is you again
Your muscle heart of bordered security
Let me be your beginning
Let me show you that a toy is a toy
But reality comes when you pick your best decoy
Love is a game but I’m a mastermind
Can you be my puppet and my divine
May I help you make those dreams at night
And caress you until your broken inside
Make you think you love me until your screaming goodbye
And realize that I already broke you 100 times
Gray Dawson Nov 2019
I sit upon a pedestal
My obsession with attention is rooted deep
So deep, that it doesn't appear to you

My pedestal draped in black cloth
Never stands out
You only notice it when you are too far in

My narcissism lines my insides
And so does my habit of manipulation
It runs it’s mouth 70% of the time

And I wish it didn’t
It’s hurting my look
Of being “too kind for my own good”

I’m deceptive, like I said
It’s in my nature
So don’t be surprised if you get your heart broken
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