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Brie Pizzi Jan 2017
Every boy I have ever let go of has marks left on his skin from my grip.

I am unable to let go but I force myself knowing it's the right thing to do.

I do it to myself. Why?

I'm still trying to figure that out.
OnlyEggy Jan 2012
To the woman...

He was a hero in silver armor,
driving the abusive man away,
save for the brusies, she was safe
save for the house, it was okay
He wore a golden buckle
and she didn't know what to say
when he presented her a ring
and asked if he could stay

To the child...

He was a villain in silver armor,
driving his loving father away,
save for the crying, he had a hug
save for the mom's brusies, he'd behave
He wore a golden buckle
that reflected anger he just couldn't stave
and when his mom happily showed him a ring
he decided to run away
(AIP)
Faith Cyrille May 2014
My queen, I know you may feel unfurnished, worn out, and unclothed but believe me mama you shine brighter than gold. I've seen you hurt, and nothing will ever compare to the tears you've shed, all those late nights in your bed.. All those brusies and scars feel like they'll never go away, still forced to be locked on a soul that should no longer be attached.. But, your mind has it like it's a latch. He hit you, and nothing compared to it. You feel hurt and unable to get away from it.
My queen, light skinned and round, have you smiled yet? You look tired, and haven't laughed yet.. Your beauty shines, something that hasn't left, still there and irreplaceable, no one can beat that.. Hustling for the rent and all your babies realize it too. One day I'm going to take care of you. Because mama, I love you.
Kris Keller Mar 2015
You hurt me everytime im with you. Everyday I stay is another day in in Hell, but I will never pack my bags and leave you. People will ask about the brusies, but I will never turn you  in. No matter what you need me to do, I will never turn away. No matter how bad you hurt me. I will always be by your side. Don't you worry about me leaving. I will always be here with you.
This is about my love hate relationship with the gang I'm affiliated with.
Is where my brother lays his head
Maybe once a month or when ever he's sick
One of three
Lays in a white bed with a white sheet
Called a A Hospital bed
He's the strongest one of our messed up family
The baby of the Sum of Three
I think about him often
Wonder why but fail to understand
How it's not fair to see someone you love laying there
Slowly dying when there are others should be where he is laying
The brusies will fade from the needle jab, I.V. bags
I just don't understand in a world that can be so cruel
Why this is happening to you.
Lover of Jokes, Lover of Animals, Lover of people
and so open hearted How your dreams can't come true
When the medicine they give to heal you You said feels like firey acid inside of you
You're the strongest piece of a broken whole
As the oldest I want to do more
Wanting to help you endure
Fate is never in my favor
But I waiver my attention from you
I am sorry
If I could stop the hands of time and press rewind
Maybe things could be different
Maybe I could be there with you
I just want you to know that I love you
Copyright © 2013, Barraza, J.
Francisco DH Jul 2013
Hear me when I say this

I can never go back to that place

The walls are covered with carvings made with fingernails
Covered in dents and brusies scars of battles its won.

I can never go back into that place

The hinges never stay slient even when the door is closed
They only speak in taunts spinning lies and hateful truths.

The floor is covered with tears
Blood
and memories that never saw light.

I can never go back into that place.
You cant make me.
Lillieanna Jan 2015
Just look at me...
I'm a mess!!
I got cuts, scars and brusies on me...
I ruined myself with ***
I used to be very smart
Then eveything I achieved just went down the drain
And here I am today thinking of death lane
I wished I was dead
Burried deep in the ground
I'm no longer happy
I'm just allways down
My grades are falling by day
I'm just passing highschool by a string of thread
Now I drink alchol just to pass time
I'm not even living
I'm just wasting time
I don't want to fall in love
To be cared for when I'm old
To have a husband and kids to make me happy and bold
I say these things cause I'm passed the point of going back
It's too late for me
Too late
Emma Marke May 2015
Is there a cure for the burn that your fingertips left when they traced my skin? Is there a bandage that will heal or at least hide the brusies that your grasp left on my heart?
He Was
Hanged
In The
Prison
He Fought
For
His Life
Stood
There
In
Hopelessness
In The
Dark
Crying
For His
Life
He Was
In Brusies
In Cuts
Which
Led
To Blood
Dripping,
Chained
In The Air
Perfumed
The
Prison Bars
He
So
Called
Home
He
Always
Was
In The
Mist
In Hopelessness
In Desolation
With His
Wings
They Traveled
Then
Stabbed
And Hanged
From This
Day
Tears
Of A
Numbed
Wolf
With His
Tears
Hanged
In The
Very
Prison
Air
Of Despair
Written
In Stone
Was His
Blood
In The
Precious
Arms
Of A Prison
{Victory}
~[Paris Styron~]
HeavenLee Pagan Mar 2018
I want you to want me. But I don't want it blindly, or full of grandiosity.
I am willing to work for you. To build something new... if that's what you want to do. At times my ideas are a childish. It's a defect that I can admit. But honestly, I've grown a bit. Sometimes I want to question your motives, and mentally wrestle what my role is. However, I know that behavior is erosive. Sometimes I want to ask if you're just playing, if your language is crafted or just what you're saying. However, that's a game of shaming . I won't let my insecurities cause this to ruin. Because I don't want your golden token. I really just crave your human. I want you to show me your brusies and scars, up close and personal, not from afar. And in my mind, write your memoirs.
Katrina Zechman Nov 2015
i havent felt this before
the pain, the thought they take over my head
i never knew this before
i know how she feels now
i never knew before
i dont and tired
my head hurts and i have brusies
my scars the was to be fresh
but i dont want to open them
they are healed
time may heal but memories will never be forgotten
Badee Uz Zaman Dec 2016
The castle of his dreams,
Erected on an illusive plinth,
Designed by the deceptions of love
Was struck by a bolt inauspicious.
The calamity reduced his castle to a debris
And squeezed every drop of jubilation
Out of his audacious heart.
His life is now brimmed with
The shades of unspeakable grief;
With his every faculty choked,
He resolved to vent his horrors
On a sheet of untainted paper.
He fueled his pen with the blood of his veins
And scribble some aching elegies
In memory of his mortified love
And in anticipation of lasting respite.
But to his plight, Aah!
The malevolent world of lovers,
Drenched in their own pangs,
Haunt solace in the beauty of his verses.
The maimed lover displays to the world,
The brusies of his punctured heart,
The world hurls back praises galore
For his unique styles and screeching verses.

© Badee Uz Zaman
Alan Jimenez Oct 2017
She's looking and asking why
She's sad as she's trying not to cry
But she can't hold back her tears
Her worse nightmare her only fear
She remembers when you where small
How you would get up after every fall
Scraped knee and small scratches
And how you'd run to her for bandaids and patches
She'll kiss your cuts and brusies and make them feel better
But this one injury that she never be able to fix ever
She remembers all the times you told her you love her
And the times you told her you hate her
It hurt her but she knew it wasn't true
And through everything she still loved you
This might not be the same for every person
But when a mother looses a child they regret it because it wasn't worth it
The bond between a mother and child is like no other
It's not even the same between a child and a father
I'm sorry mama for the wrong I have done
I can't repair it so we just got to move on
Please don't be mad at me after tonight
Just know I didn't go out without a fight
But I'm not coming home tonight or tomorrow
This is the the end this is as far as I'll go
Tonight the devil caught me off guard
You lost a child tonight but you got to stay hard
Be strong mama don't break just yet
The things I did weren't always the best but there's nothing I regret
Just keep moving mama don't forget
You still have your life you're still set
But to lose a child is to lose a part of you
It's ok mama I'm with god so you still have to be you so stay true
And one day we'll see eachother again
And you'll be able to hold me in your arms like you did back then
Yenson Sep 2018
The ******* of plenty has time for romancing absurdities
Mother Parliament hugs and soothes and nannies don't rest
Mummy P has the wet rag and the dettol for glazed brusies
Off you run eternal kids to life playgrounds for there's no test

Look Free milk for you drink and grow like giraffes in zoos
Jason that's not your father he's just a man I met at the pub
Your dad's not working but he gets a free weekly cheque too
School is free but you really don't have to go just sit in a hub

Do whatever you like and listen to nobody cause you're free
Coppers are pounces so give them no respect pay them no mind
Shaun and Alan mugged a Pensioner now on a spending spree
No worries mate they'll just rob again to pay the Court's fine

Can't read and write properly so what's the effing bother man
You'll still get your check mate..haha after-all it's not your fault
Did you beg them you want to learn when it's better to get a tan
My mate's father JC can teach us how to pick and unlock a vault

There's chinese and Kebab, Pizza, Pies, Fried Chicken and Chips
Can never go hungry Parliament provides everything you need
Rent paid an Free Medical care when you fight and bust your lips
I reckon they should pay us when we poke ***** Joan and Coleed

We're bored, Nannies is too busy running around to play with us
Lets go rob some more and vandalize and get rat arsed and ******
We can commit crimes and give those Coppers some work to suss
Or look for a lone small Asian man and batter him with our fists

Poor Mother Parliament work day and night and blames herself
If only there's enough money all these bad attitudes will go away
My kidadults will be good model citizens with prizes on shelves
And immigrants can run the ****** country while I ******* !!
When too much is too little
Indulgent,  arrogance,  entitlement,   demotivation, madness,  spoilt kidsadults.
Julianna Aug 2020
when your heart is thumping
out of your chest
leaving brusies wher the thumps
falls on your chest
and your wearing the peices
it can't hold on your sleeve
you begin to wonder if this love,
this heartbreak will define this year
if the sorry they tell
will come to ring in your ears
an echo to cooling of the choles
will the sorry come to burn in your throat
with a sting you can't shallow
like the depression pills you take dry
robin Nov 2016
you loved me once
in a way not so readily understood
in a gut wrenchingly
passionately
mad
sort of way
in a riddle
hidden in between lips

like a secret
without a language, shared only
with saliva and in between silences
our tongues join together..
Like dandelion fuzz after a mornings mist.
in clumps we are intertwined
forever together
while destined
for opposite sides of the world.
we hold hands
as we walk through the fire
hands are cold dead
but your heart is beating strong in your chest
and your fingers feel warm and familiar running through my hair
like an old home, a nostalgic type of feeling.
your
skin it feels like December
you shiver
like a snake
I should’ve known
     I should’ve known.
how cold blooded you really were
but there is warmth all around us now
embers falling from the sky
refracted light
only it bounces off of you
and absorbs into me
im not gonna call you a monster
because  
I could have sworn you
were someone different
     when i looked up at the stars with you all those years ago
i want to believe that we never shared that tender moment
i want to forget
i want

the pain to seep out of my skin and into the soil around me
and grow flowers
i want to let my bones lay there in peace
as i slowly collect my
pride and dignity.

you loved me once in a unrequited not so easily understood
hand around your throat type of way
and I loved you with excuses to my friends and the nights filled with bonfires, kissing bottles to forget the pain.
I loved you with the sound of rain outside my window at 3am  
kissing the pavment
hard
smacking
passionate.
I loved you with tolerance and submission
kisses with fists
brusies blooming like spring blossoms
From every corner and inch of me
I was naive to ever think someone could be more then a stranger to you.
I am so angry for letting you hurt me
at you. but mostly myself
I am not sure if that part will ever go away.
but that tolerance I once had for the abuse I am learning for myself.
and
what we use to pretend was love
I will no longer.

— The End —