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Zywa Oct 5
He hits me, and she
does not feel the pain
she prefers to side with him

I laugh about it, I know it
the ritual in which I am
just the last in line

Nobody hears it, nobody sees it
Who would help me? he doesn't
shout and hit me that hard

Hello Earth, This Is Siera
I am a red devil
do you read me?

Come In, Future
I wish to live and be licked
please lick me dry and cool

Do It Now
For Siera Mayhew

Collection “Bruises"
Audrey Oct 4
Birth to death
no choice
no power
get what you get

say they know
say they understand
but sometimes they cause
our deepest pains,
echo out of their mouths
bouncing around our skulls
tearing us apart
"I was your age too once"
but you were never me.
"why do you have to be like this"
choosing not to see my pain
doesn't mean it's not there
"lazy little brat"
"act like an adult,
be more responsible,
more mature"
"you are a CHILD!"
I want wings
I want to fly
to get away
to be free
to be me
get what you get

-they say it will get better but what if I cant wait that long...
random and not my best but whatever
hiba Sep 22
"that's the irony of loneliness, you see. all of us feel it." said ma with tears in her eyes.
with that, she picked up her bags and walked out from the world she had spent more than twenty years to build for us to a world of her own.
Lost Soul Sep 19
I step into the doorway
Goosebumps form across my skin
Four purples wall surround me
I sit on the bed, that almost became my coffin

This is where Lost Soul was made
I heard footsteps as my mom walks in
She says " I bet you miss this room"
But she doesn't know when I come back in here that I'm afraid

I look at the desk where I wrote my last goodbye
That fan dried my tears
That pillow soaked up my nightly crys
I spent so many months in this room
many parts of myself died
I can feel the faint presence of little girl and Lost soul still in this tomb

Thats why...
Ever since I moved out I have writers block
None of my poems trend
I wake up several times in the night
To just stare at the clock
Tick tock tick tock

After every visit...
As I drive home, I feel the room call my name
All the demons want to play
I drown out the voices
But my mind doesn't feel the same
as when I came

No mom, I do not miss this room
You have no clue what went on in here
All u do is assume
I say all of this in my mind
Because if she was to pay attention
Theres secrets in here that shes not prepared to find....
Happy Birthday Mom
Today is my Hello Poetry 1 year anniversary
Happy Birthday Lost Soul
Elle Sep 19
i know you wanted diamonds
(maybe even gold)

but things aren't like that
and i'm not always in control

spent  the morning staring at the ceiling
things are different
it's on inside my head

i know you wanted
diamonds unto gold

but things aren't perfect
and you got the broken mold

do you feel the weight dripping
down across my skin

you throw me into the fire
pretend that it's a kiln?

but ill formed creatures
only crack and break

the glaze you wanted
to gild the golden lily
things are kind of complicated now mom. it's not your fault, it never has been.
bess Sep 16
When I was a child

I thought
all my pain
would fade away
with age.

They say,
“you once dreamed
of being where you are now.”

And I did. I prayed
for time that
would take away my hurt.
I ached for identity
in the form of adulthood.

I once dreamed
of being where I am now,
but my dreams
were nothing like
tinkerbell Sep 13
sa kasalakuyan,
nakatapak tayo sa isang malawak na lupain,
at dinig ang mga martsang may ibubulong at aaminin.
sa ilang minutong inilaan,

na kahit sino ay hindi bawal mahalin.

                       isa, dalawa, tatlo, ang laban ay sisimula na. 'teka, 'wag muna...

balik! balik! tumalikod ka!
ano daw?    paulit-ulit na 'to, hindi pa daw handa.

balik! balik! tumalikod ka!

utos ni heneral                           sa unang mga kawal

na sumilip gaing sa bagyong mga mata
na minana sa kalaban.

balik! balik! talikod na!
                                                             ­ -ayon kay heneral Luha
Sylph Sep 13
I never once felt so trapped
              till i came back to my cage
With a door that never open
               Where the dark never fades
And the fear never ends

They say they understand
that i can leave when i please
that im free

     What kind of lie is that

Do you even see me?

The constant frown that will never
turn upside down
not without my Angel
That cant touch me

How could you understand this
The fear
It suffocates me
***** the air out of my lungs
how much longer till i die here

Im tired of being afraid
Afraid you will ban me from my Angel
From my school
From my life
What i worked so hard to mold into what i want

Im getting so close
And you want to destroy it
Its not finished
Its not pretty now
But soon it will beautiful
and straight

         I wont feel the need to stray from path
                               The need to find the love i seek
                                                   To enjoy this short life
                                                                ­              To Feel

Dont worry
I will be fixed
You wont have to worry about
Me misbehaving
Breaking your rules

Soon my legs will rust to a stop
So i cant run anymore
From your constant desire
to protect me
When you are the one putting me in danger
from what i have to do
to learn

But dont worry
soon enough
I will stop
No more banging again the bars
im almost done
Dont worry
void Sep 10
Blood strange to mine, I could get ready to stay dead
I would hate my father for ever having planted me
A tall bird hunched in cold weather
Wild out of the darkness, I knew that living was terrible
The reason for living was to get ready to stay dead
Fear was invented by someone who had never had the fear
Pride, who never had the pride
Love, he called it
My aloneness had been violated
Words are no good;
Just a shape to fill the lack;
Words don’t ever fit.
Jon Thenes Sep 7
Did you champ and beat ?
fold in on yourself crying ?
hold you’re breath blue ?
Did you ?
Did you threaten authorities
with your own annihilation ?
Unacceptable !
Consider an alternative form of communication
A proper manner to dress for battle
A more practical way in which to
address the enemy
and not this unbearable
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