#choker - Hello Poetry

Sometimes wearing a choker is A sign of weakness, a cry for attention. But mostly, it's a token of strength. I've walked through hell and back, so know it.

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Jun 1, 2018

Jun 1, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC

juliannapoems

Hell and Back

Sometimes wearing a choker is A sign of weakness, a cry for attention. But mostly, it's a token of strength. I've walked through hell and back, so know it.

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A command the neck hugging necklace was given .....Chok(h)er..... Believing the suffocation will comfort her fears and insecurites ....Chok(h)er.... A dazzle is distress is it's appropriate title. Secretly, into her skin it is driven. ....Chok(h)er.... Believing it has the right to silence her nerves that desire to warn her of their up coming death ....Chok(h)er.... Innocent in charm, it convinces her neck and brain to go numb. Her voice now hidden ....Chok(h)er.... Soon to be mute, this man made design, confined to her neck ....Chok(h)er.... Is the unseen burden she carries. This chain of confinement should be forbidden ....Chok(h)er.... This piece of dark fashion, shows its goal loud and crystal clear So why are people blinded? For it is called... The Choker...

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Jan 27, 2018

Jan 27, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC

ClawedBeauty101

....Chok(h)er....

A command the neck hugging necklace was given .....Chok(h)er..... Believing the suffocation will comfort her fears and insecurites ....Chok(h)er.... A dazzle is distress is it's appropriate title. Secretly, into her skin it is driven. ....Chok(h)er.... Believing it has the right to silence her nerves that desire to warn her of their up coming death ....Chok(h)er.... Innocent in charm, it convinces her neck and brain to go numb. Her voice now hidden ....Chok(h)er.... Soon to be mute, this man made design, confined to her neck ....Chok(h)er.... Is the unseen burden she carries. This chain of confinement should be forbidden ....Chok(h)er.... This piece of dark fashion, shows its goal loud and crystal clear So why are people blinded? For it is called... The Choker...

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I am a disaster Smokey eyes and dark lipstick With a choker around my neck I was choked all night The panic attacks The disappointment The sadness It just bursts Into an uncontrollably cries Maybe it’s the darkness Maybe it’s the choker Or maybe, It’s just how I am -s.f

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Jul 3, 2016

Jul 3, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC

salsabila-farah

Black Parade

I am a disaster Smokey eyes and dark lipstick With a choker around my neck I was choked all night The panic attacks The disappointment The sadness It just bursts Into an uncontrollably cries Maybe it’s the darkness Maybe it’s the choker Or maybe, It’s just how I am -s.f

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0:00 I fly through the front doors racing upstairs like hunted prey praying she didn't see me 1:00 I tear open the make remover and feverishly rip off the overpowering jet black eyeliner 2:00 I steal a glance in the bedroom mirror and throw on a hoodie over my black shirt quickly swapping out the black pants for jeans in a crude attempt to look normal 3:00 I hear her steps ringing off the stairs as my heart beats sounding together like a drum kit I pull off my spiked black bracelets and trinkets hands shaking palms sweating as I hide them away 4:00 I feel the door opening before it does and hope i covered up the look, the spikes hidden the eyeliner gone i glance in the mirror and see a pale empty girl looking back terrified of being caught 5:00 she asks how my day was while casually looking around the room her ever seeing eyes falling on my undoing my small black spiked gothic bracelet hanging off the desk sticking out like a sore thumb 6:00 she asks what it is and looks at me questioningly talking about how she deposes the style hates the look as I fumble for an excuse of the unusual possession 7:00 I lie, its easy now i do it all the time. But this was different. I tell her that its a stupid birthday gift a throwaway I keep because friends like to see me wear what they bought but as I utter the words I feel like Im stabbing my soul twisting a knife calling a part of my identity garbage telling myself that part of myself is simply a throw away and despite the fact that I use a fake knife The sting still feels real because I know that part of what I say is true

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Feb 16, 2015

Feb 16, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC

ThearaSteglaidias

7 Minutes That Stabbed My Soul

0:00 I fly through the front doors racing upstairs like hunted prey praying she didn't see me 1:00 I tear open the make remover and feverishly rip off the overpowering jet black eyeliner 2:00 I steal a glance in the bedroom mirror and throw on a hoodie over my black shirt quickly swapping out the black pants for jeans in a crude attempt to look normal 3:00 I hear her steps ringing off the stairs as my heart beats sounding together like a drum kit I pull off my spiked black bracelets and trinkets hands shaking palms sweating as I hide them away 4:00 I feel the door opening before it does and hope i covered up the look, the spikes hidden the eyeliner gone i glance in the mirror and see a pale empty girl looking back terrified of being caught 5:00 she asks how my day was while casually looking around the room her ever seeing eyes falling on my undoing my small black spiked gothic bracelet hanging off the desk sticking out like a sore thumb 6:00 she asks what it is and looks at me questioningly talking about how she deposes the style hates the look as I fumble for an excuse of the unusual possession 7:00 I lie, its easy now i do it all the time. But this was different. I tell her that its a stupid birthday gift a throwaway I keep because friends like to see me wear what they bought but as I utter the words I feel like Im stabbing my soul twisting a knife calling a part of my identity garbage telling myself that part of myself is simply a throw away and despite the fact that I use a fake knife The sting still feels real because I know that part of what I say is true

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You were the sudden taste of champagne on my tongue you gave me a taste of my future and gave me courage making me explode with every feeling imaginable You were the choker on my neck restraining your emotions with a hint of humor changing the past & making it present You were the pencil in my hand erasing everything I thought I knew about love and coming up with your own definition You were the view from my window giving me a peak into a curious, beautiful new world awaiting me the chance to explore You were the fog after the storm unknown & mysterious causing me to wander You were the puppeteer putting on a show with me as your puppet only to leave within a matter of time

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Feb 13, 2015

Feb 13, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC

meg-howell

As I think on you

You were the sudden taste of champagne on my tongue you gave me a taste of my future and gave me courage making me explode with every feeling imaginable You were the choker on my neck restraining your emotions with a hint of humor changing the past & making it present You were the pencil in my hand erasing everything I thought I knew about love and coming up with your own definition You were the view from my window giving me a peak into a curious, beautiful new world awaiting me the chance to explore You were the fog after the storm unknown & mysterious causing me to wander You were the puppeteer putting on a show with me as your puppet only to leave within a matter of time

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i fall asleep in the a.m. hours with my necklace holding my veins together, tight enough to remind me of your fingers interlocking in the very same place.

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Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC

where-the-daisies-grow

choker

i fall asleep in the a.m. hours with my necklace holding my veins together, tight enough to remind me of your fingers interlocking in the very same place.

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