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N Feb 2020
Mother gave
me a blade

Mine was pink,
hers was purple

It was a useless sharp thing
that’s always in my drawer

One night,
I reached for the blade,
and it felt like my
mother’s embrace  

Every time I used it,
I was being released
from all my pains

Thank you, mother
I just realized while cutting my arms that I only use the blade she gave me years ago. I used it the first time I ever cut myself how ironic.
Emily Feb 2020
Alone. I am alone. They say they understand
They say that we’ve all been through it. Have we?
They couldn’t possibly understand.
Guy after guy, used and abused me.
You’d think everyone would see right through me
But, they can’t.

I built up these walls,
I protected myself, I found something safe.
How safe was too safe, did I make my walls too tall?
I just wanted a place to be safe and make
A space where I was stable so I could take
A look at my life and say

How did I get here.
From a series of poems and stories I'm writing called A True Story.
Emily Feb 2020
One, two, three, four,
Stop. Start again.
One, two, three, four,
No. That’s simply impossible.
One. Two. Three. Four.
Four?
One in four women go through this.
At least that’s what they say.
Four men did this to me.
Four men don’t matter.
It only takes one to become another statistic.
From a series of stories and poems I'm writing called A True Story.

Those who have experienced trauma, know it's never too late to step forward. I stand with you.
Alice Faye Feb 2020
He dipped his fingers into her every fold,
Searching for every
Weakness her body possessed—
He ****** up every single
Tear or sob she let out,
He punched in every combination
To the safe that was her body,
And her body betrayed her heart.
It poured out her every
Broken dream,
Every broken promise
Into his greedy fingers.
And that was when she knew,
She would never be the same.
Chloe Haas Nov 2019
sometimes I imagine this body
cloaked in cation tape carved like a noose,
sometimes I still see his handprints on my chest,
sometimes I get this sense of fear
that he is still watching me,
and sometimes I still think I am there.
lk Nov 2019
i made it seem like it didn’t bother me
so as to not scare you away.

i made it seem like the image of your body on mine wasn’t terrifying,
like i was okay with trusting you,
like my past didn’t haunt me with every boy who ever laid eyes on me,
so as to not scare you away.

i made it seem like afterwards i was okay with doing it again,
like it was a shadow in the past never to be seen again,
like it left my memory like an old childhood friend,
so as to not scare you away.

i made it seem like the words you whispered didn’t run through my veins like ice,
didn’t pierce through my heart like a knife,
didn’t take hold of my limbs and rip them apart,
so as to not scare you away.

“i’ll go slow”, you whispered,
so as to not scare me away.
Aaron LaLux Sep 2019
...so strong she was,
for being so delicate,
I asked her how her molestations had happened,
so she could express herself & maybe make some sense of it,

she said she didn’t exactly know,
I asked her if she’d ever gone to the police,
she said definitely no, I asked her why not,
& what she said next seriously surprised me,
she said she never wanted to get the men in trouble,
because she felt sorry for the guys,
as much as they’d abused her,
she had pity for them & always tried to empathize,

this hit me like the heaviest of epiphanies, tears hit my eyes,

she said she’d talked to each one,
after they’d done what they’d done,
she talked to her father,
& also to her grandfather,
she told them she understood it wasn’t their fault,
they had a perverse disease that became a problem,
or more specifically a distorted sickness,
& that this cycle had to stop no there was no other option.

THIS CYCLE HAS TO BE STOPPED.

I shouldn’t have to be the voice for these girls,
& be the one that talks about ****,
she shouldn’t have to share these secrets with me secretly,
because these things shouldn’t happen in the first place,

but this is not a world of should’ves’ & could’ves’,
this is a world of exacts,
this is a world of loud brags & silent abuses,
& I’m sick of this sickness what’s wrong with us?...

excerpt from poem #32 of THHT3: The Hollywood Hills Trilogy 3
available worldwide 9/9/19 here: www.amazon.com/dp/1950780023

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
Aaron LaLux Sep 2019
From poem #27 of THHT3

...We all know what’s going on,
The Young & The Restless could be a list that’s forever long,
of confessions composed as a set list but not sung,
we all know They are attracted to the Innocent & Young,
because in the twisted logic, of their perverted minds’ tongue,
they think by being with children, they’ll stay Forever Young,
it’s disgusting, & I’m so ashamed of the city I’m from,
that I’m not even having kids, nope not even one,
because I already feel bad enough for those already born,  
wish I could warn every daughter & ever son,

& don’t get me wrong I’m not trying to single out Hollywood,
the problems are much more widespread just ask The Vatican,
or the over 800 Boy Scouts that say they were abused,
by the hands of those that were chose to lead as captains,

yeah man not much is mentioned but lots has sure happened,

lots of names go undisclosed in the drawers of the ****-Files,
Roman Polanski, R. Kelly, Brian Singer, Jeffery Epstein,
& those are just the ones that have been exposed,
we all know most crimes go untold,

& no please don’t take this the wrong way,
I’m not trying to say every celeb likes kids underage,
in fact most of those that act are kind, protect & fight back,
nor am I saying I always mean attraction in a ****** way,
I’m just saying I feel confused & it seems like everyone’s gay,
or at least strange & most don’t know how to behave,
& I want to care but these days who cares anyways,
I guess I don’t anymore, I just want to get away,

just want to escape, so I’m running away,

I’m leaving Neverland, never to return again,
I’m leaving Neverland, for real & forever man...

from The Hollywood Hills Trilogy vol. 3

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∆ LaLux ∆
Zane McHarris Mar 2016
When we met, your body was in bloom,
Roses of purple black and blue,
Planted without care. Strewn about
the bed, your flesh now painted.

Frozen blue buds pushing
through snow, brushed onto skin.
The petals soft and smooth, spread
Across your body, like a vine.

Blossoms of summer, with shades of winter,
Their roots went deep, coiling and constricting.
They became your arteries and veins,
Your nerves and bones.

I cannot pull these flowers,
Without destroying part of you.
Only time and careful tending,
Will wither the roots.

Only when the flowers fade, if you
will let me, I will plant my seeds.
basil Jul 2019
no
i told her,
she said
“do you want to take any legal action?”
i said
no
because i didn’t want to hurt you

i told her,
she said
it’s okay,
that people would want to explore my body.

i told you,
no,
i don’t want to do that anymore

i told you
no
and
you laughed.
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