She fell
She survived
She stood again
To her
That was enough
Because at least
She didn't give up

Thorne 2d

I woke up this morning with a smile on my face,
I didn't know what it meant so I just hid it away.
That's my problem,
you see,
whenever the sun shines,
I hide in fear,
that's my sin.
I
don't really know what I'm fight'n for,
but I do know it's important so I implore
myself to get up,
wipe away the tears,
forget the grinding gears
in my soul.
I know it's hard to comprehend
the things I've been through
but ya gotta understand,
I'm just 17 and I've seen the worst of life,
been kicked down every time I tried to fight.
I can't win,
I can't lose,
'cause I got nothin' left,
just me,
myself,
and I will never forget,
how I fought those battles,
broke down those walls,
stood up and braced the impact
of every fall.
I'm strong but I'm weak in way you can't understand,
I work hard so I don't have to see it again,
that world I was brought in,
the pain I saw,
the and I will never forget.
This is my fight song.

Accidentally wrote something while talking to myself. It's fun to read out loud though.
Thorne 4d

I love when people,
think they can do no wrong.
Think they're in charge,
of everyone else's fate.
Hurt just feel
a sense of superiority.
But,
you see,
when you play with fire,
you will get burned.
And if you play with a rose,
you will get the thorns.

When you realize you're more powerful than you think, the world becomes less scary. Stay strong. They only win if you let them.

She was never one to grow wings and fly away,
She just can't leave her tree and be vulnerable,
She needed to be strong for herself,
Now she grow roots and became the tree itself.

-HIY

Lori 6d

i discovered momentum with my legs.
gliding fins treading waters coming
up for air from the worries still can't
breath through my mouth or swim
laps through these tears without noise
avoid splashing too much he says
salty gets in someone's eyes try
to go the fastest you can to help
you move forward you need to
push through your emotions
i follow along not realizing i
could say no i swam as fast
as i could horizontal one
dimensional as a board
i got far with
determination
i fell short
from gasping
for air from the
advanced level
i wasn't ready for
i have potential he says
i must aim for momentum
he says and in my mind i
imagine saying something smart
he can't even comeback like

i create momentum
i pushed through your
Maximilian discouragement
when your words hit me hard
like chlorine in my eyes
i walk away as fast as i can
i created momentum
not to give up on life
before you destroy me,
goodbye.

creation of something prompt. i had fun with this. I love how poetry helps me convince myself to believe something or do something opposite of what I believe.

You're a pillar of smoke
that rises up
out of a pile of ash leftover
from a fire I thought
I'd extinguished long ago.
You're the butt of a cigarette
now smoldering
much after I've quit smoking,
and the smell of you
reaching my nostrils
brings acid from my stomach
to my throat
and I'm forced to choke for a moment.
You're the dark ring
around the tub
even after years of scrubbing,
and I hate it because
it reminds me of the rings,
dark and stubborn
around my eyes.
You're the agitated
pressure marks
on either side of my nose
from the glasses I habitually wear
although I've far outgrown them.
You're the splinter
that sits just far enough beneath my skin
that any attempt to remove it
just furthers my irritation.
I can try to forget about you,
let you slowly work your way out,
but it simply takes one rub,
one bump in the right direction
to remind me
you're still there
and I'm sore all over again.
Simply the thought of you
makes me ache.

I ache from my shins
like I did that night
you swung a metal bar across them.
And my ass.
And my chest.
And the back of my head
when I tried to roll away from your thunder.
I ache from my lips
like I used to when they'd swell
from the contact of your palms
or your knuckles
or my teeth
so I could hold back my screams.
I ache from my throat
like I would for days
after you would grab me -
I swear you'd squeeze harder every time,
and if given a choice now,
I'd happily pick a noose
over your hand any day.
But most often I ache
from my head as a whole -
my eyes,
my nose,
my mouth -
my temples throb.
I can hear my own heartbeat -
Everything tingles
like when you would box me,
pack me up with your fists
into a small package,
sealed with the stamp
of your forehead
pecked against mine
like a hammer to a nail.

But every beginning has an end,
under pressure
diamonds are formed,
and it's only after a star is destroyed
that we see it twinkle from Earth.

Every bruised eye
has made mine shine brighter.
Every fat lip
has made my smile wider.
Every tear, every plea choked back
has made my song louder.

I am now
the tree you tried to cut down
but my seeds already fell
and I'm growing again.
I am the picture
you tried to shred
but I became a puzzle
and someone else
put me together.
I am the star
you tried to black out
with your darkness,
but I became the sun
and now it's summer time.

Trigger Warning : Domestic Abuse

His fingers move like lies over the rough spark wheel
of his lighter, the sweet release of nicotine
in his hands - trusting as a lover.
Sepia tones drift over his head,
addiction pulling him place to place.
Hopscotch.
Dancing under trees in the sunlight,
dappled shadows warp across the smoke
engulfing him. Laughter,
the promise of friendship.
Hand-holding by chipped letterboxes.
Inhaling and exhaling
an ideal world.

~~ For C. F. Rollo. ~~
Thorne Apr 18

For those who don't know,
And for those who do,
I have something
I'd really like to share with you.

Today marks 2 years,
Today marks 730 days,
Today marks 1,051,200 minutes,
Since I last took a blade to my skin.

I've come a long way since I was 15,
And even though I still have a lot of life left,
I'm thankful for every minute I've been alive.
And I want to thank those who have helped me get to this point.
Without you,
I'd be lost.
I'd be down.
I might even be dead.
But I'm not.
I'm stronger now than I will ever be.
And there's no one who can take that from me.

I never thought I'd make it...
Paula Sullaj Apr 17

What if, in a parallel universe it would be you
writing this poem about me?
What if that day, six years ago,
I wouldn't have written to you?
What if, the dreams I have been sulking in,
became true?
.
.
.
Do you miss me now?

It is hard to let go
Thorne Apr 13

I've been kicked around,
that's a fact.
I've fallen down,
but I've come back.
I've stood tall,
through all the shit.
I've broke a couple falls,
and taken some hits.
I've had to crawl,
to find my grit.
I've been stayin' alive,
so I can fight.
I've had to strive,
to make it through the night.
I've learned to use my drive,
to see my own light.
I've found a way to thrive,
without ruining someone's life.

So to those who a still fighting,
don't give up,
stay strong,
don't let them bring you down,
you are powerful,
and you can make it through anything.

-V

Listened to a cover and got inspired.
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