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Isabel María Nov 2019
You fell under his embrace
a long time ago,
trusted his words
and his fake love.

Shouts came,
hits,
never ending fear
impossible to deal with.

Bruised face,
broken soul.
You should know it's time
to let him go.
'Cause although you wished so,
that isn't love.
I feel that something is missing but anyway t's my first english "poem" (actually it's my first poem ever) so please don't be so ******* me.
I accept constructive criticism!
Emma Nov 2019
when violence will stop?
when will wake up this world? when evil will be gone?
when will we take masks off? when will we learn tell true?
Kale Nov 2019
Crazy thing is
Sometimes I really like the rain
The pitter patter of the water
on the glass window pane
Creates the drumming of memories
Of the time of the past
When laughter danced through
This barren household.
What memories we shared
Until that one time
Where you struck me
And both our worlds ended
I couldn't take it
I couldn't take it any more.
All the abuse
All the emotional pain
All the tears
It needed to end.
So it did
And now there is just
Rain
Its pass domestic violence awareness month if you are being abused please try to seek help and if you know someone suffering please seek help for them. The time is now to stand up for the abused children, men and women.
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
He left
A mark the color of red wine
Zinfandel
Placed high on cheek bone
Directly under her left eye
Such tears only bruising
It further

I didn't mean to
He simply stated

She left
A note the color of resentment
Charcoal
Placed atop bedroom dresser
Directly over her exiled contents
Such emptiness only reinforcing
It further

Once was more than enough
She simply stated
Dusk Nov 2019
Give me pain and do me *****
I want to die before I'm thirty
I like it rough, don't pull your punches
I look my best when I've been gutted
Drown me in the river I made crying
I want to look pretty while I'm dying
Dusk Nov 2019
Blood pools at your feet, it is yours
And you feel nothing
Watching as it swirls down the drain
This is who you are
You are a victim
You take hits
You bleed dry

Blood pools at your feet, it isn't yours
And you are screaming
Sobbing as you scrub it off
This is not you
You are not a fighter (but you fought)
You do not hit back (but your knuckles are bruised)
You do not heal (but scabs are forming)
someone said the message was confusing, tell me if you agree
Laiba Oct 2019
Let me tell you a story
Of a little girl that knew me
She was only nine
The age of innconce
The age of fun
But there was a hidden
Secret sounding the walls of the house
To everyone they seemed normal
But the clouds above them knew the truth
It starts of with one slap
Then two slaps
Then three
Then the hands touch her naked body
And the little girl cries herself to sleep
And the little creep
Just laughs.
The creep creaps into the little girls room
Exploits her little body
And his right to be a father
And leaves her left to wonder
Till this very second
She wonders
She is I
And I is me
This is the world we live in
Where chaos mimics a negative nature
And dreams lie in the silence
Nightmares come alive at night
And people become criminals
In order to embrace the violence

There is no escape
There is no hesitation

This is where we make choices
Even if it takes that choice
For us to learn our lesson
However, beneath this stigma
There is hope
There is a history, surveillance
Of our overcoming and persistence

It's things like this that make our world
So beautiful, yet so fragile
This world is nothing more than a grain of sand
In a beach full of stars
So before it's too late, we need to break free
Of our outer demons
And embrace our inner angels
For today, we are alive
In a world gone awry.
This is the first version of my poem, "A World Gone Awry," that I wrote on the way to work one morning. I ended up writing a second version of it, and I may possibly write a third in the future. At the time I wrote it, I wasn't sure what to think, but as time went on, it grew on me, and I recently performed this version of the poem at a Coffee House, this year. It was an awesome moment, and I'm glad I had the chance to share this poem with my friends, and others. I'm just as glad to have the chance now to share this piece with you all. I hope you enjoy, and find something to like in it. Thank you for reading! ^^
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