#maimed - Hello Poetry

Don’t hurt me! A cry, too sudden, Too genuine, From the fox it came Aimed and aimed, To the wolves, To the coyotes, To the snakes To the bears, To the cougars, To the owl, Only to be maimed By the bobcats, By the lynxes, By the eagles, By the mountain lions No longer a predator, No longer to remain, A happy day for the mice, The voles, the rats, The rabbits, squirrels, and frogs, The groundhogs safely tucked away, An unfortunate cycle, One of pain Born of predator, Born of prey.

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Nov 6, 2025

Nov 6, 2025 at 10:29 AM UTC

KittyCatty404

Don't Hurt Me

Don’t hurt me! A cry, too sudden, Too genuine, From the fox it came Aimed and aimed, To the wolves, To the coyotes, To the snakes To the bears, To the cougars, To the owl, Only to be maimed By the bobcats, By the lynxes, By the eagles, By the mountain lions No longer a predator, No longer to remain, A happy day for the mice, The voles, the rats, The rabbits, squirrels, and frogs, The groundhogs safely tucked away, An unfortunate cycle, One of pain Born of predator, Born of prey.

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There’s scars you’ve left behind in me, on me, emotional wounds never vanish. Flagellated this face, choked this heart, gushes of red-stained tears from these lacerated eyes. Scarify my cheeks with streams of white-hot memories **** you!

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Dec 2, 2018

Dec 2, 2018 at 9:30 AM UTC

gothicsurrealist

Maimed Visage

There’s scars you’ve left behind in me, on me, emotional wounds never vanish. Flagellated this face, choked this heart, gushes of red-stained tears from these lacerated eyes. Scarify my cheeks with streams of white-hot memories **** you!

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I've seen myself in the mirror And it looks the same as always But the feeling deep down under Shows that the real me is far away I've lived in the same skin forever And it feels the same as always But the look of it asunder Shows that the real me is far away I've breathed in the same way as always And it's always been suffocating But to outsiders it seems normal Nothing but brooding too long on twilight But in my soul I feel untamed And in my skin I feel maimed In my breath I feel strangled My everything yearning for freedom Freedom from this, far away from this

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Aug 19, 2018

Aug 19, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC

rebecca-scull

Far away

I've seen myself in the mirror And it looks the same as always But the feeling deep down under Shows that the real me is far away I've lived in the same skin forever And it feels the same as always But the look of it asunder Shows that the real me is far away I've breathed in the same way as always And it's always been suffocating But to outsiders it seems normal Nothing but brooding too long on twilight But in my soul I feel untamed And in my skin I feel maimed In my breath I feel strangled My everything yearning for freedom Freedom from this, far away from this

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Defecated, or did I say defeated fated to live this life barren as loose shoe strings fraying a little at the ends. Like a torn T-shirt I am covered in holes and stains splotches that just don’t seem to go away. Defeated in the mere inches I take or the hearts that I break but the only heart I break is my own. How to pick up the pieces when I am piece-less peaceless, no peace here. So all I do is clench and worry and hope that one day defeat might become a feat that can actually go somewhere move someplace out of reach as I seem to speak of dreams unaccomplished and maimed of dreams inferred striking infrared filters that whisper mere fragments of my name.

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC

sienna-luna

Defeated By Life

Defecated, or did I say defeated fated to live this life barren as loose shoe strings fraying a little at the ends. Like a torn T-shirt I am covered in holes and stains splotches that just don’t seem to go away. Defeated in the mere inches I take or the hearts that I break but the only heart I break is my own. How to pick up the pieces when I am piece-less peaceless, no peace here. So all I do is clench and worry and hope that one day defeat might become a feat that can actually go somewhere move someplace out of reach as I seem to speak of dreams unaccomplished and maimed of dreams inferred striking infrared filters that whisper mere fragments of my name.

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