Mims Jan 8

Gut wrenching
Acid spilling
Sucker punching
Brain fucking

What do you do
When you make a mistake like that?

you make it over, and over again

'Cause if you've already hit rock bottom,
There's no where else to go my friend

Tate Dec 2017

My life can be described as a man on the road
Never ending road trips to god knows where
Beaten up truck
Don’t give  f*ck
Wind lacing grease through my hair
As the radio blares

Hitchhikers hopping along for the ride
We get talking til I get them where they want to be
You know, then they’re done with me
Leave me with a bumper slap goodbye  

Least they had a destination
But see nothing can beat the sensation of finding one
Without maps or gas station attendants
I honestly can’t decide which one causes the worst headaches
Advil a poor girl’s novacaine
So I keep moving forward
Better to just be lost than be reminded of it
I’ll avoid me what shows me where I am
What shows me where to go
But I’ll get there
We always do

Megan MacCuish Nov 2017

She said: You're ugly
not with brutality
not with honesty
but with the sly backhand
look at all that fat
her hand branded me from that time.

nestled me into the crook of her arms
held me under
for way too long
I forgot how to get food without tongs

She was built like a rhino
and I think she wanted a hand

fat fat fat

to stop the hand that had slapped her
so she reached for my thigh
cellulite and stretch marks
she slapped them red.
Wish I hadn't run.

I think I would have smiled at her.
And asked why she thought hitting fat people was fun.

Guden Oct 2017

I cross the same bridge everyday,
There are always the same people,
With their different purposes,
Or is it the same?

Today I saw God begging for a coin,
On the bridge.
Nobody looked at him,
I guess they were mad,
So was I.

I came to God and slapped his face,
He understood and didn't fight back,
I hit him for everything,
Like an ant that escapes from the farm,
After several minutes I remembered that I don't believe in God,
Not this guy with a beard anyway,
So I stopped and continued my way.

I returned for a last punch in the face,
Just in case.
This reminded me of my first fight with Tyler.

Celeste Briefs Aug 2017

You can't slap a love song out of me
You can't choke a kiss from my lips
I won't be sweated out of this hole,
You've thrown my soul into it.

You will feel the beats of a thousand bombs
The restless rhythms of my throbbing heart
Soon you'll find yourself
Smoked out of my hollowed-out cave

You thought you were the bread-winner
But it's my flesh you've feasted on
We both burrowed down for a long, cold winter
Only to see our world melting all around

You can't punch the past from my system
The truth may leak from my crying pores
My body may be screaming with fire
But you can't suffocate my love anymore

You will feel the beats of a billion bombs
The relentless rhythms of a pulsating heart
Before you've even stopped to think
You'll find yourself all torn apart

For everyone who's had to live through abuse of any kind (mental, physical, emotional, etc.) and who is struggling to find another voice out there in the void who can harmonize with their own. Please enjoy my lovelies:)
Mckenna Lynn Jul 2016


but i loved him
thehiddenwriter May 2016

If I don't hold onto to you or
start to push you away,
Just slap me on the face
I'll be alright after that

Candy Flip Jan 2016

The past lives only in my memory,
The future, only in my imagination.
The present is a palpable bastard
Of this unlikely and conceptual couple.

Like a freshly plucked baby, cold and clammy
Tossed into oversized clothes,
I stumble into every room
Searching for ultimate meaning.

The past is non existent
Yet I came bursting from it.
The future is imaginary
Yet I dive head first into it.

Chattering like a broken 33 on 45:
'I don't understand!'
Then I reframe to realise the transparent truth:
There is nothing to understand.

Triple dippy

Slap my hand
Bad! Bad boy!
Too much demand
Too many toys

Toss my heart
Back and forth
Play the part
What it’s worth

Don’t be mad
Are we jealous?
What we had
Doesn’t tell us

The bad ideas
Make us scared
The hate reveals
How we fared

I should’ve known
Should have seen
Karma has grown
From being mean

Protection has cost
Rejection has wisdom
All that’s lost
Perpetuates with them

Now she’s gone
So am I
I’m not fond
Of wrong goodbyes

Please help me stand
Please bring me joy
I’m just a man
I’m still a boy

I like to limit myself in writing as an exercise in restraint - this one is a three-word syntax until the end, where one more word is allowed.
Maria Etre Nov 2015

The wet smell of the earth
was sexy enough
I woke up to the moon glow
feasting his eyes
on my silky skin

The sultry feel of the night
covered me like silk sheets
caressing every goosebump on my skin

I tasted you in yesternight's alcohol binge
there were bits and pieces that surprised my tongue
along with my memory

The cigarette stench in my hair
whiffed instances that slapped
the drunk off my face

The crumpled money
harvested ash from the drive
in every crease

The burn marks on my hand
brought back the inhibitions
I felt that night or lack there of

what happened I have yet to decipher
yet, I still remember the blurred lights
that lit my eyes with seduction
one that I shared
with you

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