#cower - Hello Poetry

a slow inhale as i wake aches in every muscle every nerve on its end exhausted and heavy time blurs into itself into a single moment into picturesque bliss on a rotting canvas i am rotting with it the world keeps spinning my clothes become tatters my knees become weak my feet bleed if i could just close my eyes for five more minutes five more hours five more years which is better to stand and fall or kneel and live to live is to suffer to forever kneel for those who tower over me to always be less to always be this to feel the world crumbling around me again and again i kneel and cower to protect myself from debris that crushes me anyway life is kneeling so maybe i should stand and fall because kneeling isn't living

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Apr 11, 2022

Apr 11, 2022 at 9:58 AM UTC

rosemblanse

stand and fall

a slow inhale as i wake aches in every muscle every nerve on its end exhausted and heavy time blurs into itself into a single moment into picturesque bliss on a rotting canvas i am rotting with it the world keeps spinning my clothes become tatters my knees become weak my feet bleed if i could just close my eyes for five more minutes five more hours five more years which is better to stand and fall or kneel and live to live is to suffer to forever kneel for those who tower over me to always be less to always be this to feel the world crumbling around me again and again i kneel and cower to protect myself from debris that crushes me anyway life is kneeling so maybe i should stand and fall because kneeling isn't living

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i am four and i learn how to cower: to put away my disobedience, my words, my innocence, and look at you like an animal. i am ten and i know how to cower... and how to go to school, and how to live alone, but by now, i’ve learned to wish for things greater than mom just coming home and for you to simply stop screaming. so i turn fourteen, but still you are evil, and i, broken… a doll, that grows but does not extend its limbs past the deep end or grows any new sets of teeth. i age into fifteen and get broken by someone else... and then i turn sixteen, as time goes on, i guess, and still feel broken, but this time its different than from when you first broke me, and i become harder but happier… sadder, but sharper when in a stasis, and try to heal through watching people have a love for others... but i fail, and still become happy, anyway and finally, it is now, and i can say i grow up, as i will always continue to grow, and when you come back, i extend my hand in thinking it’s finally safe when you grasp it again... and break all of my fingers. it is now, and i learn how to cower.

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Apr 2, 2019

Apr 2, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC

unlovedprincess

i learn how to cower

i am four and i learn how to cower: to put away my disobedience, my words, my innocence, and look at you like an animal. i am ten and i know how to cower... and how to go to school, and how to live alone, but by now, i’ve learned to wish for things greater than mom just coming home and for you to simply stop screaming. so i turn fourteen, but still you are evil, and i, broken… a doll, that grows but does not extend its limbs past the deep end or grows any new sets of teeth. i age into fifteen and get broken by someone else... and then i turn sixteen, as time goes on, i guess, and still feel broken, but this time its different than from when you first broke me, and i become harder but happier… sadder, but sharper when in a stasis, and try to heal through watching people have a love for others... but i fail, and still become happy, anyway and finally, it is now, and i can say i grow up, as i will always continue to grow, and when you come back, i extend my hand in thinking it’s finally safe when you grasp it again... and break all of my fingers. it is now, and i learn how to cower.

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All the things we neglect to say or feel are stored up somewhere swirling and undulating in the deep Eventually, they all rise up-- in a single violent urge it exits our cowering bodies all at once and there's nothing one can do but shake

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Oct 13, 2018

Oct 13, 2018 at 8:02 PM UTC

letwixt

Shake

All the things we neglect to say or feel are stored up somewhere swirling and undulating in the deep Eventually, they all rise up-- in a single violent urge it exits our cowering bodies all at once and there's nothing one can do but shake

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I hear the constant yelling I hear your constant arguments I hear the fight you have I hear the insults you yell at each other When will it stop? You yell and scream You pull me into your fights I see the things being thrown I hear the demeaning things said When will they finally concede? It’s like living with 4 year olds I can see the redness in their faces I can hear the raw anger In their voice I can hear the curses being thrown I can feel the hatred emanating from their bodies Do they know how that affects me? Tensing up whenever they are in the same room When they leave the room, The Relief I feel is instant For then next couple days, Loud noises scare me I’m constantly on edge, Why should the people you love not love each other? She says that you should just be quiet He says well look at you I just try not to cower away

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Apr 15, 2018

Apr 15, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC

KlutzyStoneHeart

My Family

I hear the constant yelling I hear your constant arguments I hear the fight you have I hear the insults you yell at each other When will it stop? You yell and scream You pull me into your fights I see the things being thrown I hear the demeaning things said When will they finally concede? It’s like living with 4 year olds I can see the redness in their faces I can hear the raw anger In their voice I can hear the curses being thrown I can feel the hatred emanating from their bodies Do they know how that affects me? Tensing up whenever they are in the same room When they leave the room, The Relief I feel is instant For then next couple days, Loud noises scare me I’m constantly on edge, Why should the people you love not love each other? She says that you should just be quiet He says well look at you I just try not to cower away

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I am not angry with the day though I gaze the skies with such disdain I cannot outrun the light so in the interim I wait idly by or hide in shadows so strong and constant is the Sun reminder of my weakness burns I greet the darkness in it's absence it holds no truth no strength only the means to cower I will ride the slope of night until I fall into my dreams where thoughts are kind and colors play it is here I escape the wrath of day

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Mar 12, 2018

Mar 12, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC

RoyDeckard

the wrath of day

I am not angry with the day though I gaze the skies with such disdain I cannot outrun the light so in the interim I wait idly by or hide in shadows so strong and constant is the Sun reminder of my weakness burns I greet the darkness in it's absence it holds no truth no strength only the means to cower I will ride the slope of night until I fall into my dreams where thoughts are kind and colors play it is here I escape the wrath of day

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I’m not giving up, I’m not giving in. I put on a stunt, Just to have Him win. I may be down, I may be injured. Want another round, Vengeance returned. Won’t look away, Won’t look behind. Never will change, To be captive by time. Yes I’m imperfect, Yes I have flaws. But it’s never worth it, To count all our wrongs. I won’t run, Refuse to cower. Anticipating rejection, Waiting for hours. Yes there is risk, Yes there is chance. But grasp its brim, Hold its hand. And you will find, It all will pay off. You’ll meet your kind, You’ll hear your song. You’ll match your heart, With another’s own diamond. Never to break apart, Only to shine on.

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Jan 8, 2018

Jan 8, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC

simpathi

Refuse

I’m not giving up, I’m not giving in. I put on a stunt, Just to have Him win. I may be down, I may be injured. Want another round, Vengeance returned. Won’t look away, Won’t look behind. Never will change, To be captive by time. Yes I’m imperfect, Yes I have flaws. But it’s never worth it, To count all our wrongs. I won’t run, Refuse to cower. Anticipating rejection, Waiting for hours. Yes there is risk, Yes there is chance. But grasp its brim, Hold its hand. And you will find, It all will pay off. You’ll meet your kind, You’ll hear your song. You’ll match your heart, With another’s own diamond. Never to break apart, Only to shine on.

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