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once upon a time
the presidents
of the self-declared beacon of democracy
did not feel the need
to bully everybody
with threats and insults

they led the nation
by shining democratic example

remember…?
Sara Kellie Jun 19
My Pandora's box, nailed shut, known as the FEAR.
I can't look at the box, it is FEAR.
FEAR itself.
A good day today but my fragile mind has seen the box, the FEAR.

Face the FEAR, **** the FEAR.
Face the FEAR, **** the ****** FEAR.

The apprehension, the box, the FEAR.
**** the FEAR, **** the ****** FEAR.

Oh, the untold, the box, the FEAR.
**** the FEAR, **** the ****** FEAR.

But for you, not one ****** tear.
Tell anyone you read this poem and
I'll ****** **** you!

Kaydee, confidence growing.
Kaydee, feeling bold.
Kaydee, the story untold.

Poetry by Kaydee.
BURN.
I've been thinking more about you recently.
...No, not like that. Don't get the wrong idea,

Again.

You come back into my mind like the text notifications that would light up my phone.
Only this time I can't press the block button,

Again.

It's an odd feeling, a sort of confusion that gives me anger.
But I don't want to try and figure it out,

Again.

I was vulnerable, alone, suicidal, depressed, and you knew that.
You took advantage of me with your manipulative "I love you"'s

Again.

I fell for it, I was weak, and I loved you for awhile, I truly did.
Until you made me take off my clothes and give you a show,

Again.

It was intimate, for the first couple of months I thought.
But you began seeing me more as your ****** object,

Again.

But I wanted to believe you loved me.
So I opened my skin for you to make your home in me,

Again.

Did you deserve that? At the time, I thought it was only right.
But giving you my ***** home was my mistake,

Again.

The cycle continued, manipulation of *** for my dignity.
My identity was at stake, I was scared to hear you say,

"Again."

Silenced by threats that would expose me more than the skin I showed you.
So I, weak and ******, fed into your fantasies

Again.

Emotional turmoils arose if I didn't give you what you wanted.
And I, depressed and scared of being alone, endured the hurtful words,

Again.

I had let your words define my worth.
I was nothing more but just someone who deserves this hurt,

Again.

There's a reason I stayed, but I feel like it was more rather for me than you.
I feel like some days I wanted this pain, or that I deserved it,

Again.

My trust was tattooed on your hand, my heart tattooed on your foot.
Never realizing the damages you left in me,

Again.

As you began to rattle my rib cage to wake me,
Asking me for more, and more, until I bled out my soul,

Again.

Forceful grabbing, soulless insults, groaning and yelling,
Then you'll leave, high and dry, for hours until you were ready to start,

Again.

My body shakes, my mind in disarray, buzzed like bees in a can.
I wept as I had to bandage myself,

Again.

You broke me as easily as a porcelain doll.
And I laid there, numb, as you kept moving your hips faster,

Again.

My body turned cold, as my heart packed its bags to leave.
I neglected myself, all for you, but you just wanted to keep going

Again.

You probably didn't care that I said I couldn't feel a thing.
You covered my mouth, ripped off my clothes, and forced yourself through,

Again.

Stating that I'll feel you inside, I'll feel our love in my chest.
But I cried and all I could feel was the yearning to slit my neck,

Again.

I had many breaking points, but none the worst as the last.
I was ready to give my tired body to the Reaper's arms,

Again.

And so I did, I left without a care of whatever you were going to do.
No matter how many threats and insults you shoved into my ear once

Again.

You wanted my hollow body that echoed your voice of "Take it off for me,
Again."
And I stab myself through my stomach, slice myself in half, rip you from the grip you had around my heart, snip your gnarly fingers from my brain, and say

"No."
Getting closure of the abuser I stayed with for 8 months.
ST Rossa Jan 21
They call me life,
because I can sprout anywhere,
They call me light,
they call me peace,
They call me art.

They call me time
because i can heal all wounds
They call me death,
because wherever you go I will surely follow you there.

They call me a symbol
they call me betrayal,
to those who see my image im their frustration they'll drown.

They call me...
yet they don't even pronounce my name,
They call me a demi-***
but they forget that I'm just a man.

They call me change,
precursor,
smug
a dictator.

they call me a visionary,
ahead of my time.

They call me water,
fire
earth,
they call me wind,

They call me a storm
because with every breath, I release rains of despair.

They call me a statue,
because I enjoy being alone,

They call me sea,
because they know that they'll never know me completely.

They call me a tear, maybe because of the lessons I teach,

They call me a fugitive,
because I belong to nowwhere.

They call me a gentle caress
because of the way my words can run through your chest.

They call me a bird, because I know how to fly when I surrender to the pen.

They call me unfaithful,
they call me naive,
coward,
hypocrite
and teacher,

For my hugs they call me bear,
for my rage, tiger.

They call me street, not because of my dangers, but because of unpredictability.

They call me a magician,
Druid,
friend
and guide,

They call me lost innocence,
for my wisdom.

They call me smile for the sincerity,
they call me fierce and gentleman,
Because I let the phrases always speak first.

They call me puppet,
devious,
clown,
I suppose I am what they fear to be?

They call me genius
and devil,
they call me fury,

They call me an asylum because I keep inside what others repudiate.

They call me agitator,
provocative,
controversial,

Without money they call me depressingly insane,
with money im fun and eccentric.

They call me airtight,
they call me virus and germ,

They call me bullet, because they have never been able to stop me.

They call me but I don't ever call back,
They call me a rat
they call me sick,

They call me Manhattan because I never sleep.

They call me desert because I seem eternal...

They call me so many things both good and bad,
Beautiful or poisonous ways to make me immortal.
They love me or they hate me, they choose me or they reject me,
They call me, to give me their compliments, and their threats.
Ben Kaw Dec 2017
I'M SORRY
YOU HELPED ME
IT DIDN'T HELP
I TOLD SOMEONE HOW I FELT
I GOT HELP
I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP ANYMORE.

SHOULDER THE BURDEN OF BEING MY SAVIOR NO LONGER.
NO ONE ALONE CAN BE BURDENED WITH THE TASK OF SAVING ME.

I'M SORRY.
I YELLED AT YOU.
I HIT MYSELF IN THE FACE WITH A SPIRAL NOTEBOOK IN ANGER.
A SOCIAL FAUX-PAS.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO TEACH ME THIS IS WRONG.
I ALREADY KNOW.
I AM IMPULSIVE, NOT IGNORANT.

I ONLY PRETEND TO BE
BECAUSE I THINK
IT'S FUNNY
I LIKE YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE FUNNY
I LIKED TEXTING YOU
UNTIL YOU SAID
I TEXTED AS MUCH AS A LADY LOVER SHOULD

HOW CAN I HELP YOU
HOW CAN I MAKE YOU BETTER
PLEASE LET ME HELP YOU

I KNOW YOU ARE SUFFERING

I WANT TO MAKE IT RIGHT

JUST DON'T TELL ME
"Go away" OR "Leave me alone"
12/15/17

I'm still thinking about the boy from Rango and Don't Stick Your Fork In Gravy. Wrote this so I wouldn't try talking to him in person.
Alan S Bailey Dec 2017
So we're all doing "better..."
I ponder this as I go over all of our
Future life "perfections,"
War is ten times more ******
And violent than ever before.
If that's not enough, we deny
The loss of every day for people
Who go do boring, dead end
Professions.
(Life is very short, so why not
Spend each day mopping floors
And filling out orders for life!
)
As if that isn't a tragedy,
A wonder as it is, the political
Playground is a wonderland
With the most immature
President in history now in
Charge, people pretend we'll
Somehow survive, his agenda
To remove, to dispose of
Anything or anyone he deems
To be "at large." If anyone
Loves immigrants, they are
******, insane, and lack any
Integrity. If you don't work
And have a car, even if you're
(ACTUALLY!)
Disabled, you're a "waste of human
Space," to be guilt trip prone,
Ridiculed, no excuse, a total pity.

Well we certainly fixed this life up!
And left the rest of the world in the dust...
Absent Minded Oct 2017
The voice is back, and I still see the hands.
Reaching for me like I'm the only instrument in a band.
They don't want me, they only seek my eyes,
They want to come out of the walls and leave the disguise.
They hate me.
That's why they sit and berate me.
They scream when the world starts to explode,
And the visions are like a gun about to unload:
It's ballistic,
Too realistic to ignore this ****,
And it's hard to be so optimistic,
In a world welded for the pessimistic.
It's mystical how far I've come,
Especially without the aid of the medicinal,
But sometimes my condition goes critical,
And my mind reverts back to that of a criminal.
The side character of my lifes story,
Has got a mental dagger in his side that tore me.
The torment has got him upset,
And he no longer sees leaving as a death threat.
The haunting spectres don't help too much,
It's not enough that I'm prone to bad luck.  
Whats our Heros plan,
To fight this threatening non-existant man?
This new threat is brand new,
Locked in a blue room with the stick that goes boom.
What will our hero do?
To find out, "Stay Tuned."
I've been struggling with a lot lately, including realizing that I may have schizophrenia. Hope y'all enjoy.
Jazeera Oct 2017
She said don't
But he didn't mind
He walked right at her
With a devil's intention.

She wanted to scream
And call her parents.
But he threatened her.
Her silent tears shed.

By each step he took
Her heart beat rapidly
As if she ran a thousand miles
To get away from here
She just closed her eyes
And took the torture.

She always wore a mask then
A happy one for the world.

She never uttered a word to anyone
Until now,
She opened herself to me
I was shocked
Couldn't do anything to fight
Just the prayers
To keep her strong.

I've seen several brave girls
But none of them replaced her.

Keep fighting,  my friend.
Girls are not toys. Society needs to respect every girls.
Forest Jul 2017
My mind can't think - Its deep in emotion - Perpetuated skill lost in a mans strong will devotion - I feel gravity fall beneath me - Sprawled out live entertainment - This isn't the ticket I fret don't misplace it - Deeper - "You" have never been, Your hiding - Shadows befall - Hearing voices cracks? creeps? Sensing something skin on skin - Screaming echoes from a depth iv balanced within - My walls shudder - Your threatened by another - Empty calls his name alone - Buried in shame - She leaves his mind alone to wonder - Secrets from a past future present still ponder - She calls late at night eyes beside her closed nothing aware of this mistress misfortune - A love lost at first site - Will you amount to what iv made her - This question dissipates think beyond your greedy heart - Make her a star treat her like nothing less that perfect - She's a queen a goddess far beyond your blessing - I cannot argue or say persuasive misfortunes - Only wish you the best in this vested journey and pray how you treat her.
Little Azaleah Jun 2017
Devils whisper in his ears,
Of death threats and hatred.
Now, there he laid,
With a slow beeping of his heart,
Unconcious,
With his soul gripping to live,
And his mind weakening.

《 e.i 》
Dedicated to my happy pill, please be okay.
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