#raiin - Hello Poetry

On the way home The road path out to nothing at all As I walk People start to talk Eyes are swallow Sinking to the well Hands up in the air The sky is small And the raindrops Sweet, bitter I thought I face the walls Breathing become difficult I struggle On the way home The path lost me on my way home

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Apr 29, 2014

Apr 29, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC

jhus

On the way home

On the way home The road path out to nothing at all As I walk People start to talk Eyes are swallow Sinking to the well Hands up in the air The sky is small And the raindrops Sweet, bitter I thought I face the walls Breathing become difficult I struggle On the way home The path lost me on my way home

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There is ONE. A girl cries herself to sleep after her boyfriend of 3 months tries to get up her skirt and then tells her she's not pretty when she denies him. There are TWO. A boy cuts his wrists after his girlfriend of 8 months leaves him because he won't sleep with her. He's 13. She's 12. There are THREE. A young woman kills herself after people tell her that her **** was her fault because she was impaired. It was just a fun night out with the girls to celebrate getting their Masters Degrees. There are FOUR. A young college male drowns himself in pills after being beaten and sodomized by straight males on his daily walk home from work because, "that's all **** are good for and we know you like it." There are THOUSANDS MORE A child that stops speaking because a family friend starts touching inappropriately and taking pictures. Adults that carry weapons they aren't trained to use because others catcall them or follow them home. A woman that takes a boxing class, not because she loves to box, but because her ex boyfriend beat her so bad she nearly died. The mother that can't let her kids outside because strangers are no joke. The middle school girl that snuck out of the house in a mini-skirt that never made it home. "Every 109 seconds, an American is sexually assaulted. And every 8 minutes, that victim is a child. Meanwhile, only 6 out of every 1,000 perpetrators will end up in prison." RAINN Check out https://www.rainn.org/statistics

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Aug 14, 2016

Aug 14, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC

x_MoonChild_x

One. Two. Three. Four. Thousands.

There is ONE. A girl cries herself to sleep after her boyfriend of 3 months tries to get up her skirt and then tells her she's not pretty when she denies him. There are TWO. A boy cuts his wrists after his girlfriend of 8 months leaves him because he won't sleep with her. He's 13. She's 12. There are THREE. A young woman kills herself after people tell her that her **** was her fault because she was impaired. It was just a fun night out with the girls to celebrate getting their Masters Degrees. There are FOUR. A young college male drowns himself in pills after being beaten and sodomized by straight males on his daily walk home from work because, "that's all **** are good for and we know you like it." There are THOUSANDS MORE A child that stops speaking because a family friend starts touching inappropriately and taking pictures. Adults that carry weapons they aren't trained to use because others catcall them or follow them home. A woman that takes a boxing class, not because she loves to box, but because her ex boyfriend beat her so bad she nearly died. The mother that can't let her kids outside because strangers are no joke. The middle school girl that snuck out of the house in a mini-skirt that never made it home. "Every 109 seconds, an American is sexually assaulted. And every 8 minutes, that victim is a child. Meanwhile, only 6 out of every 1,000 perpetrators will end up in prison." RAINN Check out https://www.rainn.org/statistics

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Everything seemed to be still There was a slight pain Darkness was capturing my eyes I was feeling the whole universe in my breaths I was in the past , rewinding things My past reminded me of you You always said that we are alive only to create a few memories that will create a smile on lips at the last evening of our life You always found your moments in the magics of universe I always found them in you I was able to relive those moments this time because the flow of breeze touching my soul always reminded me of you I was not able to differentiate my heartbeats and the ticking clock And For a moment , there was Nothing but darkness I was feeling some more senses other than the five senses which always helped me creating me I was feeling blind, light and suddenly my eyes opened I was able to see myself resting on a bed There was a smile on my lips....

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Aug 22, 2018

Aug 22, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC

avishkar1920

Tha last evening

Everything seemed to be still There was a slight pain Darkness was capturing my eyes I was feeling the whole universe in my breaths I was in the past , rewinding things My past reminded me of you You always said that we are alive only to create a few memories that will create a smile on lips at the last evening of our life You always found your moments in the magics of universe I always found them in you I was able to relive those moments this time because the flow of breeze touching my soul always reminded me of you I was not able to differentiate my heartbeats and the ticking clock And For a moment , there was Nothing but darkness I was feeling some more senses other than the five senses which always helped me creating me I was feeling blind, light and suddenly my eyes opened I was able to see myself resting on a bed There was a smile on my lips....

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