"pind" poems - Hello Poetry

he had broken me. left me on the floor, broken and bleeding. i can still hear him, hiting you with his fist. i want to yell at him. tell him to come after me and not you. but i cant. and i never will. he comes bursting in. i tell you to go and hide. dont come out, no matter what you hear. you run and hide. he comes in stagering. he's drunk. he comes closer. "hey baby" he slurs. he's so close i can smell the jack on him. i want to run, but before i know it he has me pind agunts the bed. as he starts to slap me, i only cry out once, telling him to stop! he yells " WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME?" i cant anser him, which only makes him slap me harder. he stops, as he hears his baby girl crying in the other room. he gets off me. " dont worry rose, mama coming."

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Mar 4, 2012

Mar 4, 2012 at 11:04 PM UTC

amber-white

broken

he had broken me. left me on the floor, broken and bleeding. i can still hear him, hiting you with his fist. i want to yell at him. tell him to come after me and not you. but i cant. and i never will. he comes bursting in. i tell you to go and hide. dont come out, no matter what you hear. you run and hide. he comes in stagering. he's drunk. he comes closer. "hey baby" he slurs. he's so close i can smell the jack on him. i want to run, but before i know it he has me pind agunts the bed. as he starts to slap me, i only cry out once, telling him to stop! he yells " WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME?" i cant anser him, which only makes him slap me harder. he stops, as he hears his baby girl crying in the other room. he gets off me. " dont worry rose, mama coming."

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Tik, tak En lille skrøbelig, men målrettet pind Fra tal til tal, fra tid til tid Når den er væk Kommer den aldrig tilbage Aldrig kan den stoppes. Aldrig kan den forhastes. Mennesker som skynder sig fra en selvopfundet og ueksisterende startlinje, til en uperfekt slutning som man aldrig når. En uopfundet og nødvendig grund for vores eksistens, og uden at være fysisk have mere tilstedeværelse end det egentlige menneske.

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC

najaquist

Tid

Tik, tak En lille skrøbelig, men målrettet pind Fra tal til tal, fra tid til tid Når den er væk Kommer den aldrig tilbage Aldrig kan den stoppes. Aldrig kan den forhastes. Mennesker som skynder sig fra en selvopfundet og ueksisterende startlinje, til en uperfekt slutning som man aldrig når. En uopfundet og nødvendig grund for vores eksistens, og uden at være fysisk have mere tilstedeværelse end det egentlige menneske.

9

Pretty, sweet pind, red blue, purple bright, cold yellow, orange green, brown Ugly, dead brown,black crisp, gone

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Mar 26, 2013

Mar 26, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC