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Amtul Hajra Feb 2019
Heavy rain and thunder on a dark night.

I have issues.
I loved heavy rain,
I loved the thunder.
I loved a dark peaceful night.

But not anymore.

you ask me why,
Do i not prefer the black sky?
Or am i scared
Of the clamours
The thunders make?

I give no reply.
But a thousand of them
Are floating around my head
This time.

I was never afraid
Nor petrified.

I am only reluctant,
To the aftermath.

The aftermath:
The only thing
That terrifies me.
Cause the demons
Catch hold of me,
And here i am
Letting my words flee.

They devour;
My cast off
Pieces.

Every inch of me,
Is still breathing.

Every promise i made,
Every chance i take.
Gasping for air,
In awe;
At every warfare.

I'm not afraid,
I never was.

I'm the
Delicate
Virago.
Well built enough,
But partial.
Anthony Mayfield Feb 2019
She will find you
She hunts for you
She will make Him pay
His atrocities
And ferocities
Will fall to her gall
And for the first time
He will know pain
She promises
He will know pain
She swears
Nothing in the world
Can hurt what soul is hers
And yours is hers
She loves you
She will find you
She will hunt for you
And if need be
She will **** you before he can
Continuing on my metaphor of Personified Depression, this is about the antithesis of my depression also taking on sentience and fighting back for my life.
Amanda Feb 2019
Strength lies hidden in wounded hurt
But strength is the powerful undershirt
A force that is a switch, that can be turned on
Bringing forth the amazing, warrior amazon
She never gives in to life’s trials and tests
She screams and roars, even beats her chests
She won’t give in, she won’t give up, is the roar
As she kicks the daily pain out the door.
And if she needs an extra boost to make a stand
Then I am here to help, just take my hand.
Esmé Feb 2019
Heart breaks into pieces.
Cracks delicately mend together with gold.
No raw edge left to touch.
You carry the blood of your ancestors of old.
You’re a mighty, fierce being.
No longer should your hands feel so deathly cold.
Yell at the top of your lungs.
You are a QUEEN, watch in awe as you unfold.
River Feb 2019
When I'm in my pain
I feel as if I could bear
a thousand scars
and still survive.

As one realization after another
rose up in me and wrecked my mind,
while remembering their loveless behavior
I suddenly understood that
Letting go
starts with the truth.
https://youtu.be/74aOxH4R5Ow
Graff1980 Jan 2019
Dangerous dragon eyes
burn the stars
and scorch the skies
as the warrior lets
her silver blades fly,

Bronze skin
battle maiden,
******* in chainmail,
spear and shield
on her back
as she tracks
the beasts
who attacked
random villages.

Like a Valkyrie
she walked past me
with death on her breath.
All power and confidence,
she passes on to face this
monster in the darkness.

She moved like
a ballet dancer
rushing in
and striking him
in the place where
his scale skin was thin.
then rolled back
before the dragon’s attack.

Fire and fury
bare skin scorching
forcing her
to retreat
but only for
a solitary
second.

Claws cutting,
tail swinging,
scales scraping,
scratches stinging.

The ground
running
with the blood of
both combatants.

One arm
a ragged mess
of jagged flesh.

One dragon eye
destroyed while
sulphur and smoke
choked the breath
from her parched throat.

Long neck charging
as she parried
in a twirling fashion
letting the dragon’s head pass.

It moved quick
but she was faster
and matched that *******
primal fury.

Short silver
sharp dagger
nested itself
slightly above the neck
as the force of the animals
violent
movement
cut itself
making a long sick ****
as it lunged past fast
and finally fell
in defeat.
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