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Cecilie Andersen Sep 2017
Jeg kan mærke dine hænder tage fat om min tynde slappe arm. Jeg sparker og slår uden at opnå noget, og et skrig flår i halsen på mig, men det vil ikke ud. Det kan ikke komme ud, for det samler sig bare til spyt i højre mundvig og ligger sig i lag med alle de ord jeg ikke fik sagt.

Nærm dig ikke og hold ikke om mig, for jeg vil ikke have, at du skal høre min vejrtrækken og mine gisp. Jeg vil ikke vise dig, at mit hjerte galoperer og hamrer indtil min krop ryster af rædsel og, at jeg har trykken for ørerne og blod rosende til mine kinder, som bliver varme og farves røde, for ikke engang min angst vil jeg forære dig.

Tåre der ikke får lov til at flyde ud, føles som det grove sandpapir min far plejede at bruge til sine lyse afskårne træstykker. Lader jeg tårerne flyde føles det som det glas han engang kom til at ødelægge i raseri, og alt blev til små, skarpe glasskår i den sølvfarvede-stål-håndvask. Pludselig ved jeg hvordan han havde det dengang, hvor alt gik i flammer og alt spildte over. Jeg skriger under vand og er holdt fast med lænker og ræb, imens sten bliver smidt mod mig. Jeg lukker de tunge øjenlåg ned over mine matte øjne.
TRANSLATED:
Screams
I can feel your hands grasping my thin limp arm. I am kicking and punching without achieving anything and a scream flays in my throat, but it won't get out. It can not get out, because it just accumulates in saliva in the right side of my mouth and lies in pickle with all of the words I did not say.

Don't get close and don't hold me, for I do not want you to hear my breathing and my gasps. I don't want to show you my heart galloping and hammering until my body shakes in horror and that I have oppression in the ears and blood rushing to my cheeks till they get hot and are being colored red, for not even my fear I will give you.

Tears that are not allowed to flow feels like the coarse sandpaper my father used to use for his light cut pieces. If I let the tears flow, it would feel like the glass he once wreaked in anger, and everything turned into small, sharp glass pieces in the silver-colored-steel sink. Suddenly I know how he felt when it all was flaming and everything spilled over. I'm screaming under water and stuck with chains and belch while stones are being thrown at me. I close the heavy eyelids over my matte eyes.
Taylor Jennica Jan 2018
Her eyes
begged him to stop.
Her mouth could make no
sound.
But in her mind,
she was screaming.
She didn’t want this.
But when he asked her if she liked it,
she answered yes.
nycteris Jan 2018
secrets ready to burst
from chest
pour out of mouth
caked in dust
after many years of being
locked up.

flowing out into the rhythm
of the great falls
as the words spill over the rim
to an overfilled cup
unending stream
of pent up feeling.

finally, no longer can it be held
from within the deepest origins
inside the soul
breaks free upon the broken wings
so that many can hear
the cry for miles.

throat cords will snap
from words upon words
falling on closed ears
screams upon screams
unnoticed by hidden figures
recognized by familiar faces.

scream when drowning
scream when help is needed.
most rather would tie the noose
to stop the secrets and screams
from spilling out of the gaping
hole in the face.

help that is needed will be given
tie the rocks to the feet of the screamer
watch you drown in the ocean
tie the noose to the neck
watch you swing from the tree
help is what was needed.
Allen Faust Jan 2018
Misshapen hands, with scars in unusual places, glide and strike with short flurried bursts across the keyboard. The soft ticking of keys and the clock are the only sounds that permeate the silence. He leans back in his chair to observe and critique his work before moving on, only to return hunched over to correct minor mistakes. This pattern, this silence, has become normal to him. Foreign is the concept of others while he gives his thoughts their first breath of air. The world to him a simple hum tugging at the back of his mind, slowly bringing him down from his throne of creation.
Comments and criticism appreciated.
Allen Faust Dec 2017
Untitled entry, devoid as the space that fills my screen, killing words in their place.

Untitled entry, like clay to the mind, a blank white canvas with no art confined.

Untitled entry, once empty now filled with all of the words that it had once killed.

Untitled entry, filled up to the top, the words keep coming, but the screams won't stop.

Untitled entry, hard as I pray, the screaming continues, and wont go away.

Untitled entry, this world's not the same, for under the screams, they whisper my name.

Untitled entry, I can't let it go, of knowledge they speak, I just have to know.

Untitled entry, I know that they lie, to gain their knowledge, they say I must die.

Untitled entry, but do I dare tread, upon hallowed ground, reserved for the dead?

Untitled entry, curiosity won, their knowledge now mine, through my life undone.

Untitled entry, the words make no sound, the space in between is where we are found.

Untitled entry, no knowledge just dreams, tune out their whispers, ignore their screams.

Untitled entry, just please save yourself, beware my mistakes, no knowledge is wealth.
Comments and criticism appreciated.
Rick Dec 2017
Left in a truck with all the Windows shut. Stuck myself in a garage with the music up. Start the car and wait watching, dioxide is the dependency im depending on to keep me from pretending to be happy. Deep breaths in, feeling the poisen seeping in, cutting deep within the life ive lived without. It screams as its torn out.
lins Dec 2017
Screaming
Yelling
constantly
a steady stream
of a scratchy scream
inside my brain

its loud in here
sorry if I don’t reply
I can’t hear anything
but the screeching

over and over
that’s all I know
yikes
make it stop

so unsure
what happens if it stops
is there anything behind
the reckless screams
or will it just be empty
inside my brain
Seema Nov 2017
Another life, lost
It's such a pity
Up the bay coast
Near the city

You and me
Truth and a lie
How do you see?
A knot or a tie

I scream
You shout
Like that dream
You had doubt

Took your way
In the car
Till this day
I hear from far

Accident caused
Your body found
Speeding forced
Car tumble around

Me at the scene
You in blood
Tortured my sin
Tears now flood

Dressed in black
You in coffin
My emotions lack
Thoughts popping

Buried in peace
I sit on your grave
Torn in piece
For you, I crave

Beside my grave
You lay buried
None were brave
Else we'd be married

Tears more tears
Screams and shout
Fear! now I fear
Which way is out!!


©sim
~a young spirit walks around, trying to save a life but no one hears, it talks, shouts and screams....then breaks down in tears~

Fictional write.
Andreas Simic Nov 2017
Prince Charming©

I know he is out there somewhere
Living a life without a care

He’s the guy that will fill my dreams
Maybe end all my screams

The one that will my problems solve
That’s why I play a game I call revolve

In and out they go
Hoping the right one will show

It seems like it is an endless chain
One day one will remain

The few have become the many
Life passes by with nary a penny

They come they go
Yet I have little to show

Years pass on by and still I date
Hoping to find someone to relate

They move in for just a while
Till I realize they are not my style

To the curb they do go
When the next will show I don’t know

It’s not you it’s me
If I could only see

Andreas Simic©
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