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Emma Lee Jun 2016
You knocked quietly, yelled loudly. Sometimes I can't tell the difference. You come in with fangs out ready to pounce. Little do you ever come for a plesent conversation. But Usually just to mark my walls with your claws again. Your voice is growling and your laugh is a long snarl, one that I can not unhear. The roof shakes at the vibrations of your foot steps. Thump, clatter. Thump, shake. Thump whimper. You circle me with your words, like pray, making me trip and stumble. That is how you win, isn't in? Make your opponent smaller then you feel inside?  
You're a slob , you say.
Good for nothing, you yell.
Why are you always alone? You ask.
Why ask when you know? Why make the memory of your words and the feeling of your fists brighter and deeper in my mind? Oh that's write this isn't pleasant talk. You are here to win. To mark me with a stamp saying that I am nothing.
But as I stood up surrounded by nothingness and darkness, I had to remind myself that i am a human. Flesh and bone. A real person. One with a destiny, thoughts and feelings. Not one less important then the other.
I am not little red riding hood who hid under hoods while being consumed by ugly things disguised as familiar.
I am not Bell who did something she swore she would never do; she settled for someone she did not love.
I am the lady of the lake.
I am the tree that fell in the forest and dared to make a noise.
I well not be locked in towers by men afraid of fire.
I well not stay away from the sea and sun and fly in the same air I have always breathed.
I am more, and I am bigger on the inside then you feel on the outside
Julie Langlais Feb 2016
This temper that lives inside
Storms out unexpectedly
Like a monster unleashed
Ignited by stress

Spilling Anger
Yelling in irritation
Sensing my mother
Lurking in my shadow
A vile aftertaste still lingers
Forced fed by her poisonous venom

Until I realize
I'm roaring
Splashing my screams onto
My loved ones
Making them cry

The beast has taken over
From the depths
Where my momster
Lay her eggs  
Waiting for them to hatch
And be released
In shame and guilt

The last thing I want
Is the mirage of that
Ghost haunting
My babies

The creature that resides
Hidden from the world
To protect against  
The carnivores who feasted
On my innocence

Now breathing to exhale my scare
Away from my young's oxygen
One breath at a time until
The monster's ghost
Has settled back
Deep inside my oppressed soul

© Jl 2016
My kids were really testing my patience one evening, as they pressed on my last nerve, I fell over the edge. I yelled at them, sent them in time out, and then sat in guilt while I heard their cries. I'm usually a very laid back quiet mom, but loses it sometimes. That time I yelled louder than ever before, and felt horrible after. I wrote this in that moment.
Breakella Feb 2016
MAYBE I DESTROY EVERY REALTIONSHIP THAT I HAVE NOW BECAUSE WHEN I WAS YOUNG I WAS TAUGHT THAT YELLING MEANS LOVING
Jellyfish Jan 2016
Yeah, you're yelling louder,
but you're not feeling more pain.
KILLME Sep 2015
He steals her toys
then yells at her
for losing them
after he's already sold them
online.
I can't figure out His logic
i  think Its just another way He
acts grimy to keep his Lady
in high spirits.
How much was
her pedicure this week?
it cost about
the price of one
limited edition
funko pop  figure
and the sad face of
your little girl.
Emmy Anne Apr 2015
you ask me whats wrong
i explain how you hurt me
you yell at me
i apologize
04/20/15
Breanna Stockham Feb 2015
Replace yelling with laughter
And judgment with understanding
Replace hatred with kindness
And falling with standing

Replace hurting with helping
Lift up, don't push down
Replace insults with compliments
We can turn this around.

Replace bad with good
Replace fire with water
The world's hard enough
So why make it harder?

And before you say
You would if you could,
That there's just no hope..
No excuses; be the good.
Anne Jan 2015
She  covered  her  ears  and  focused  on  her  deep  breathing. ­ The   sound  of  her  lungs  expanding  and  the  air  leaving  through­  her  clenched  teeth.  Trying  to  drown  out  the  sound  of  ­all  of  them  screaming.  The  vile  words  echoing  on  the  wo­oden  floors  of  the  house.  She  just  wanted  it  all  to  st­op.  So  she  kept  breathing,  surrounding  herself  with  the  ­sound  of  the  inhale,  exhale.  Inhale,  exhale.


Just

Keep

*B r e a t h i n g
The storms haven't stopped yet.
Zavid Jan 2015
If no one listens
how can anyone hear
my pleas for help
I'm scared wet and
mad at the person
who put me here
in this well

The walls are
covered in moss
and I couldn't
climb if I tired
please oh please
get me out of
this well

Its filling up
fast as my tears
pile up I'm on
my knees yelling
please oh please
let me out of...
oh look a ladder
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