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Kelsey McIntyre Dec 2020
For the first time
In a long time
I don’t feel at home
And I am truly lost....
Chris Dec 2020
Let me write
This is how I live

This is how I fight
This is how I stay alive

This is how I survive the nights

The world is terrifying..

I've no other way to be alright..
Thomas Glennan Dec 2020
Warped Reflection
She just wanted to be in control
Always demanding, always shut down
Never once thinking, but what once he’s old?

She once tried to hurt me, not counting the toll
But there came no apology, not one sad sound
She just wanted to be in control

My countless failures, always retold
Since I was a child, I’ve always been bound
Never once thinking, but what once he’s old?

I dream of the future, my freedom beholds
To escape from my darkness and one day be found
She just wanted to be in control

I see it before me, my story yet told
I’ve fought for my life, a malnourished hound
Never once thinking, but what once he’s old

For now, I wait dying, my life in her hold
Child of mother, peasant of crown
She just wanted to be in control
Never once thinking, but what once he’s old
Written in the Villanelle style
Ziv Dec 2020
There she had stood,
hundreds of feet up in the cold, thinning air.
The clouds tangled themselves around her ankles like chains;
The wind was nothing but a low, cynical whisper in her ear.

As tears relentlessly roll down the girl’s face,
She begs to be encased in the lulling voice of the city below,
To ignore the wretched murmurs of the rain
That pelted her skin like bullets.

But, the thud of hands around her middle
Ripped her body back into the wall of his confinement.
His breathing felt heavy and diseased on her neck,
Her own hair became the rope she’d be killed with.

Barely a slice through the air,
Her screams merely dissipated
Out into the black of the bruised world around her,

She was alone now
And no one was ever going to find her.
This was one of the first poems that I wrote and was genuinely proud of.  Of course, that was years ago, but we all start somewhere, right?
Jameson Blackmay Dec 2020
We should be afraid
of those incapable ones
because they are capable
of eveything
Eli Dec 2020
How am I supposed to sleep
When every move you make,
Makes me scream?

How am I supposed to sleep
When every breath you take,
Makes me shake?

How am I supposed to sleep
When you’re here on the phone,
Right next to me?
help me i’m crying i’m so happy ***
Lauren Mckenzie Dec 2020
The tip of your fragile being 
was blunt with hatred for life itself. 
Your comical abuse wasn't anything more than a way to prove your existence 
To yourself.
Alice Dec 2020
you feel too much
you want to crawl inside
the warmth of their love
and never come out again

the moment you are alone
it is cold
it is filling the silence
the emptiness in the air
with anything

you want to be whole on your own


I want to be my own
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