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Randy Oct 2018
Held high, to be spoiled?

Then what for?

Vanity I say!

Perfect.

Taker and giver.

The woman, lovely.

Weak, frail, pitied.

A curse for men.

Strong, smart, determined.

The woman, ugly.

Smile, wave, wink.

Taken and received.

The woman, lost.

The gift for men.

Flawed.

Costly and costly.

Taken from her place,

Better lands to sow.

The woman, cherished.

She is forever sought.

Marked. Inked.

Beaten and bruised.

Harasser, to get her way.

***** and ravished.

Broken, forgotten, left.

The woman, beautiful.

Devil and Angel.

Gift giver, to get her way.

Loves, lover, loved.

The woman, stunning.

Bearer of life.

Murderer, kills with words.

Diamonds pale next to her glow.

Qualities she possesses are in high regard.

Protected, guarded, and safe.

She makes her way so clear.

The woman, selfish.

Persevering year to year.

Who deserves such a wife?

Shapely, mesmerizing, lushish.

Little ones nourished all their life.

Security wanted, more than love?

The woman, shamed.

The woman, praised.
She is all of these things and more. Ill always love her real or not.
brandon nagley May 2015
This dominion is not mine,
Nor theirs,
No place to slither between where the sun hides all your worry day cares!!!

Credited day's slim few to many.
Captains take action's,
While the sloppish dressed harasser's are the caressers of Pilate like crucifixions!!!

Nails they will drive into you,
Chains of wear to drag you down!
Some come for dope,
Others seek envelopes,

For their loved ones are a mindful sound!!

Haircuts all the same in this dungenous pit,
All sprinted bed's to break thy back in!!!

Headaches follow the needle tracking,
As the watered down orange juice thursties up thine spirit!!!
Amy Duckworth Apr 2018
Life is upside down
I messed up so many times
I am not luck
I don't get to confess until the turn to someone else
I hurt so much
My crush likes my harasser
I hide my scratches
My dark circles
My sadness
I broke
Like glass
I was brittle
I was dropped
Many Many times
I wish my terror would end
I am not lucky
Is this what happens when you try to help
If so I wont
I didn't mean to
I snapped at my other friend
I yelled I was so mad
or was it just sadness..
Will they tell the rest of friends I have left
Will everyone hate me
I am ready to end it all
Just give me the word

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