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Arya Night Mar 2021
The school building hates me.
It hisses every time my body
Slams into its lockers,
It forces me to pop the dints out

It complains every time my blood
stains it’s pristine halls.
It forces to catch blood before it leaks out.

It growls every time my tears
Burn it’s skin in the bathrooms
It forces me to stop before crying out.

I hate the school building.
Each day on its steps, I worship its doors.
Each day we promise a treaty.
Each day it promises to let me live
If I promise to get out as soon as I can.

The school building and I hate each other.
Sarah Flynn Mar 2021
today
I watched her
open the mailbox.

she hesitated
before she did.

to anyone else,
this meant nothing.
they didn't know



that nine years ago,
she was standing
in the driveway
while her husband
was taken away.

under the glow of
red and blue lights,
she smiled thinking
that this was finally over.

there would be
no more bruises
and no more heartache.

she would finally be free.
she could finally breathe.

she had no idea that this
was only the beginning.



as the years went on,
the faith drained
from her body.

he was everywhere.

in her call log,
outside her window,
in her nightmares,

e v e r y w h e r e.

he wouldn't leave.

she didn't think that
she could ever be free.



but today,
I watched her stand
in her driveway

and open the mailbox
of her very own house

and read the letters
from the loved ones
that she was forced to
lose all those years ago.



today,
the neighbors watched
as a random woman
opened her mailbox.

I watched as a woman
finally opened the
gate to freedom.
SiouxF Mar 2021
Like a modern day Sleeping Beauty,
Living 50 years of her life
In a trance like daze,
Oblivious to all,
Viewing the world through the twisted lens and filter
Of a controlling bully.
Learning to be her own worst enemy,
Flagellating herself like a aesthetic,
Living as a timid scurrying mouse
Fearing the light of day,
To a ridiculously enraged roaring lionness protecting her brood.
Awoken from her deep slumber
By Prince Charming’s sweetest gentlest kiss,
She rose to fight another day,
This time standing in her power,
Slaying her enemies,
And all who had kept her playing small
To further their own ends,
Now shining in the glow of her brilliance
Saying “******* one and all,
I am me,
THIS is who I am,
I am proud of what I’ve achieved,
Now I sing my own song,
Dance to my own tune,
Play my own game”,
As she galloped off astride her gallant steed
Amid a swirl of dust
Towards sunset’s rosy glow
SiouxF Mar 2021
Shame arises
When emotional needs
Are not met.
Ignored as a young child,
Misunderstood,
Misinformed,
Misjudged.
Taught you and your needs weren’t important,
Not seen, not heard,
Behave according to their high expectations,
Not be an inconvenience,
Not in the way,
For you,
Your thoughts,
Demands,
Wishes,
Desire,
Intent
Weren’t important.
You believe what this care giver says,
The person most important to you in your life then,
The one with lapsed responsibility,
Supposedly caring for your mental health and well-being,
Who encouraged you to believe you are not worthy.
Learnt to live life apologetically
According to others’ will and demands,
Let others do what they want with you,
While hanging your head in shame.
Enough I say!
Now is the time to change,
To live life for you,
Make demands,
Be unreasonable,
Put yourself first,
Desire,
Throw yourself into what you want to do
With wild abandon,
To live,
Love,
Be,
Do,
With passionate intent
And purpose.
SiouxF Mar 2021
Should is a crippler,
“You should do this”,
“You should do that”,
“You should think the other”.
According to whom pray tell?
Do they know my mind?
What I’ve been through?
What I’m up to?
Who I am?
Do they have my best interests at heart?
No.
They only serve themselves,
To keep me in the box they have deigned for me,
To live up, or down, to their expectations,
So they can feel superior
And better about themselves.
**** that!
I am me.
This is my life, not yours.
I choose to be and do what I want.
Just because you messed up your life,
Doesn’t give you a right to mess up mine too,
To control me,
Keep me small,
Playing your tune.
So go **** yourself,
For this is me,
I am me,
I do what the **** I want,
With, or without, your approval.
Arya Night Mar 2021
Beware of the girl who like rainstorms
The girl who’s thought are only
Quieted by the roll of thunder
The girl who find peace in
Deafening noise
The girls who’s eyes trap
lighting and keep it as her own.
The girl who laughs while
the heavens tremble
Beware of the girl who likes rainstorms
Because she feels at home in the storm
And find power in the chaos
I’ve always love listening to thunder storms. It’s help me whenever I feel powerless.
ShyAnne Mar 2021
The wind felt cold on his bare arms
Standing alone in the empty dead surrounding
His hands are numb and his body trembles
Staring into the eyes of death over his fate
For he knows what lies ahead
He knows he has to slay the beast
He has to seal the tomb on his past
A broken man or a rising hero
The greek warrior cannot sleep this night
He has to get up and fight
He has to restore what was lost
All that is dead will be revealed as light
All his hurt soon gone to the oblivion
Hearing the battle cry of his town
His own mother tells him to rise and fight
For his reward when he returns home
A warrior, a proven man will find to home of a king
He now meets his demons face to face
His sword drawn and in position
Through the chest of the beast
And off with his head
Fear has been left for dead
Where now stands a golden blade
Wielded of a warrior and a royal
His family has pride in the unbroken man
He is given a name
Ischyrós
This was inspired by a Greek legend that I learned about in English Literature class.
ShyAnne Mar 2021
Every punch, every bruise
Every kiss, every tear
I love you
The blood stains
The migraines
I can't stand it
But I love you
Maybe pain is my weakness
Maybe you're trying to help
Maybe I'm only imagining
This entire mental hell
I'm done fighting for freedom
I'm done begging for help
In some twisted way
This is beautiful
This is colorful
Others look at me and say
This is sad
I don't care
I love you
I reflect on my actions
I only ponder the abuse
You're drunk again
I run and hide
How dare I call this love
To be honest
I hate you
You took it all away
Everything
My family
My life
My safety
My sanity
But when the dust settles
And the noise is gone
You're still here
Holding me in your arms
As I cry like a child
Stitching my cuts
As I bleed
In some sick way
I love you
J Mcinelly Feb 2021
Some people say love is the most extravagant feeling in the world

People in bad situations would probably disagree

People domestically abused, and everyone unconcerned

They really hope one day they can just be free

But can they?

No hope, no help, nobody to guide them out

The feelings of, anger, sorrow and, betray

Even when out of these situations there is still doubt

I hope the pain goes away, but that’s something I simply can’t control

You can't rule me like a ******* gaming console

You stole everything from me

My, laughter, love and smile

Things I won't have back for a long while
if you are in a bad situation, the domestic abuse hotline is  1-800-799-7233
Seductive Poetry Jan 2021
You will rise again

You have been beaten down

You have been abused

You have been torn down

You have been told you were nothing

You have been told you can’t do it

You are plagued by residuals

You are tormented by demons

You are tortured by nightmares

You are attacked by PTSD daily

You are reminded of it all by your scares

You are so tired of it all

Yet you survived all of it

You continue to live each day

You continue to smile

You continue to thrive

You continue to overcome

You continue to be strong

You continue to rise

© Seductive Poetry

Spoken Word Version :: https://youtu.be/xGzGQ-8tSGM
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