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his fingers lick my face
in sweet tongues of wild hellfire
the music of his voice
sings of darkness only we can feel
his taloned hands seek out my soul
digging deep inside my hollow body
he longs to find me there
but I've hidden myself too deep for him to see

I've known you, fallen angel
for centuries it seems, between
darkness and light, we've walked
this silent path of whispering shadows
long before our fallen souls
were born inside this burning bodies
I wonder if you've known me too
some lost companion, alone just like me

I feel his lips against my skin,
so cold, drawing blood as they take my sin
the tenderness and violence of his touch
tracing scars that have worn me thin
his kiss has marked me, it will never heal
for the pleasure of the pain I feel
he trembles like a child beneath my gaze
I know that he is mine
before he has me chained
After all those years
I've found a voice
from within the
poems I
write
A voice for all those
who suffer afraid
to speak
out
For fear of reprisal
from there abusers
as I was
myself
If you can find a way
speak then don't
suffer In
Silence
Nearly 65 years old
when I finally faced
my Demons did so
through the poems
I write
Abused as kid took me nearly 60 years to
face my demons did so through the poems I write
JRF 5d
The song of your voice,
Singing as it leaves your chest,
watching you speak as I catch my breath.

Winters' eyes are darker than space,
The world flickering through your mind,
If this moment is all, I'll always be blind.

Sentences leave me, in a mess of embarrassment.
Red-faced and laced with the taste of speechless abandon.

You laugh, tease with your touch.
I don't need words if I feel this.
Music theory, and the way your voice resonates my chest.
Absolutely nothing could set me apart from the rest of the world
But each and every thought of mine has unfurled
I cannot believe I could see before, my eyes are blurred
It's like being drunk in eyesight, all my words are slurred

There's nothing all that special about me, I'm not important
I do not mean to be insensitive, I'm just being blunt
I cannot see beyond my future, I see only a blank slate
Even if there's nothing there, it's such a tiresome weight

Absolutely nothing makes me special, not one thing
But I still cannot help myself, I find that I cling
The people who tell me I'm different are lying
I'm absolutely nothing, endlessly sighing

There are several burdening weights atop my shoulders
The mental weight is heavier than one thousand boulders
I can feel them slowly pushing me down
Soon enough, I'll have a mental breakdown

Absolutely nothing is all I'll ever be, let's face it
Forever I'll be here, suffering, I'll never quit
There's still something I'm missing, I'm positive
My thoughts and voice are holding me captive
Bibby 7d
Do not belittle the power of lonesome gusts of wind
meeting to start a hurricane.
Adrian 7d
If my voice were loud enough
I’d climb the tallest mountain
And shout from the top
If my voice were loud enough
I’d tell everyone what I need them to hear
If my voice were loud enough
I’d scream through cities and suburbs
A ghostly voice echoing through buildings
And subway tunnels
If my voice were loud enough
You’d never stop hearing me
Because if I could be heard
I would be heard
But my voice isn’t loud enough
Because I’m 14
Because I’m Hispanic
Because I’m *****
Because I’m a girl
Because I’m just one girl
But if we all use our voices
A million different voices
Clamoring to be heard
We just might be loud enough
Janna 7d
I’ll write my concerns

Down it goes,

On the perfect crisp white

In between the lines

Can you read through them

But down it goes either way

Lodged in my throat

The words don’t come out

Like the way I want it to

The pen is dry liquidation

It worsens my condition

I can’t seem to write

Write down these concerns

Stuck and caught

In the moment

The pen hits paper

My words choked up

My vision is blurry

The dry ink got wet

Now I thank the liquid in my eye

-soulwriterj
some days our worries are well above our heads, high in the clouds, we can't see the start or the end, we have lost our voices, choked on our own tears, we lack understanding and wisdom, the left is right and right is left. some days we can't speak but try and write your concerns down, let it go, burn the piece of paper, pray on it, but let it go, let it out.
I have so many thoughts that I can’t fathom,
So many feelings that I can’t put into words,
Bottled emotions that I can’t squeeze onto a page of poetry.

Yet here we are spewing out syllables,
Vomiting words that we don’t even mean,
Mumbling phrases that we don’t even understand,
Just to fill the void that has grown between us,
The space between a pair of parentheses.

Afraid of running out of things to say,
We make up truths and create stories,
And hold them within our brackets of babel.
I've often noticed numerous features
Many of which are on gardeners and bakers and preachers
But I have never even mentioned my own
Many peers of mine point them out to the teachers
To be silent and observe is what I am prone

I find listening and watching much more meticulous
I realise they don't understand how I stay quiet during the day
For they all speak and sound quite ridiculous
I think they may soon learn of what they say
At least I hope, I can never say for sure when they may
Day Nov 6
thank you
lover
-
for the
reminder
-
that no
longer
-
are they**
stronger
-
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
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