"reformatory" poems - Hello Poetry

There was a time telling my truth was hard, Stuck between sinking or swimming looking for a lifeguard. It was weighted, and heavy slowly pulling me down, But I thought if I open my mouth, for sure I’ll drown. That you wouldn’t hear me but find holes in my story, Throwing Daggered questions at me as punishment in this reformatory. I have the Vivid memories, I’ve tried to make blurry, Then there’s backlash from the self appointed jury. But You DO know hurt people, hurt people that’s a fact, I’ve done my share of hurting, but no never that. See I’m not on trial just telling my truth, Trying to create a better future, One that protects our youth! My hope is that by sharing “This happened to me”, Helps you realize it was never your fault so stop feeling guilty. Because I won’t let them discredit you, it doesn’t matter when it occurred, We’re not speaking because we’re spoken too, we’re dying to be heard. I’ve extended my heart to you with words cleverly placed, With each line hope you feel my love in a tight embrace. At first it’s hard not knowing how to push through, But YOU ARE A SURVIVOR , I know because I’m a survivor too.

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Oct 21, 2018

Oct 21, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC

tita-1

I’m a Surrivor Too

There was a time telling my truth was hard, Stuck between sinking or swimming looking for a lifeguard. It was weighted, and heavy slowly pulling me down, But I thought if I open my mouth, for sure I’ll drown. That you wouldn’t hear me but find holes in my story, Throwing Daggered questions at me as punishment in this reformatory. I have the Vivid memories, I’ve tried to make blurry, Then there’s backlash from the self appointed jury. But You DO know hurt people, hurt people that’s a fact, I’ve done my share of hurting, but no never that. See I’m not on trial just telling my truth, Trying to create a better future, One that protects our youth! My hope is that by sharing “This happened to me”, Helps you realize it was never your fault so stop feeling guilty. Because I won’t let them discredit you, it doesn’t matter when it occurred, We’re not speaking because we’re spoken too, we’re dying to be heard. I’ve extended my heart to you with words cleverly placed, With each line hope you feel my love in a tight embrace. At first it’s hard not knowing how to push through, But YOU ARE A SURVIVOR , I know because I’m a survivor too.

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Blurring nights to be a teenage queen. She's oh so sophisticated, Mouth full of slurred words and red wine, Lipgloss lined lips and Eyes perfectly defined, winged, lashes cloaked in black, Mascara'd run if it weren't enclosed In lash reformatory. Her hair, to be described Would take as long, as the length goes on. She has an acquired taste, Like a roasted Colombian mix, or a spice tea, She Is intriguing and alluring.

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May 8, 2014

May 8, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC

tiri-dear-1

Lux

Blurring nights to be a teenage queen. She's oh so sophisticated, Mouth full of slurred words and red wine, Lipgloss lined lips and Eyes perfectly defined, winged, lashes cloaked in black, Mascara'd run if it weren't enclosed In lash reformatory. Her hair, to be described Would take as long, as the length goes on. She has an acquired taste, Like a roasted Colombian mix, or a spice tea, She Is intriguing and alluring.

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My thoughts are a prison My imagination a stockade All that I am and all that is Contained within me a bastille My room is a correctional institution My home is mandatory confinement This community is a reformatory These sidewalks, these streets and the road side signs a penitentiary The television, the radio, the news and all the crap they want me to buy is a jail The lines and borders drawn on a map, policies, politics, governments and religions are a fenced pen The forests, deserts, rivers, streams, lakes, hills, swamps, marshes, mountains and oceans are a cell This planet, its moon, the stars and galaxies are a vault The universe contains me It restrains me There is no escape

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Nov 26, 2013

Nov 26, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC

patrick-reynolds

No Escape

My thoughts are a prison My imagination a stockade All that I am and all that is Contained within me a bastille My room is a correctional institution My home is mandatory confinement This community is a reformatory These sidewalks, these streets and the road side signs a penitentiary The television, the radio, the news and all the crap they want me to buy is a jail The lines and borders drawn on a map, policies, politics, governments and religions are a fenced pen The forests, deserts, rivers, streams, lakes, hills, swamps, marshes, mountains and oceans are a cell This planet, its moon, the stars and galaxies are a vault The universe contains me It restrains me There is no escape

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You use your propaganda as if it's played like watching cricket from an old pavilion and you sat on the verandah with a pink gin in your hand all that's missing is the marching band and that can easily be fixed just like you fix the things we need, we read, the horseflesh we don't want to feed on but as long as its propping up the state we're well conditioned to that. You told me there was Shangri-la, another lie, shanghaied I'm taken off to be reformed in the reformatory But the cracks begin to show tarnishing your crowns of gold diminishing that glow of self righteous satisfaction the factions within factions are the ones you need to fear the time to strike is almost here and can you hear the bells ring freedom? see them? I can.

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Jul 24, 2016

Jul 24, 2016 at 7:20 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Service

You use your propaganda as if it's played like watching cricket from an old pavilion and you sat on the verandah with a pink gin in your hand all that's missing is the marching band and that can easily be fixed just like you fix the things we need, we read, the horseflesh we don't want to feed on but as long as its propping up the state we're well conditioned to that. You told me there was Shangri-la, another lie, shanghaied I'm taken off to be reformed in the reformatory But the cracks begin to show tarnishing your crowns of gold diminishing that glow of self righteous satisfaction the factions within factions are the ones you need to fear the time to strike is almost here and can you hear the bells ring freedom? see them? I can.

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A song, a melody, a soul, a story she told, about her lover, and another, it's love in tragic tragedy, anguished in agony, symphonies a mystery, miseries left in history, reformatory crashes purgatory, holy glory, said "live for me", "only you truly know me", "just hold me", & "never let go of me", lastly "you seen the best in me" & embraced me with open arms, never did you try to harm, my heart relaxed in peace truly warm........ thanks to you I'm alive, you saved me, if it wasn't for you death would have been my only alternative, I'd received for the trap they planned to deceive, you set me free through Christ, my friend, my buddy, my everything, my secret lover, my angel, my stranger, my mystery, my lullaby, my guardian, my keeper, my seeker, my believer and dreamer..... I truly love you Sincerely, Always To, Forever

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May 19, 2015

May 19, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC

HeartBroken76

***He Is We - Kiss It All Better***

A song, a melody, a soul, a story she told, about her lover, and another, it's love in tragic tragedy, anguished in agony, symphonies a mystery, miseries left in history, reformatory crashes purgatory, holy glory, said "live for me", "only you truly know me", "just hold me", & "never let go of me", lastly "you seen the best in me" & embraced me with open arms, never did you try to harm, my heart relaxed in peace truly warm........ thanks to you I'm alive, you saved me, if it wasn't for you death would have been my only alternative, I'd received for the trap they planned to deceive, you set me free through Christ, my friend, my buddy, my everything, my secret lover, my angel, my stranger, my mystery, my lullaby, my guardian, my keeper, my seeker, my believer and dreamer..... I truly love you Sincerely, Always To, Forever

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Fear and regret. Doubt has become my friend. I reside in the shadows of a cathedral, where stained glass windows are left shattered and wet. Moss lines the cold, thick, brick walls. Hallways so dark and ominous they appear to have no end. This is home now, this is the reformatory. Here to liberate my soul, And convert back to gold. I did not know I was waiting for this. Freedom illuminates the corridors. Cancel the christening. Find me in the rose garden, Dancing with the serpent and the sun.

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Jun 20, 2019

Jun 20, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC

lwz

Judas

Fear and regret. Doubt has become my friend. I reside in the shadows of a cathedral, where stained glass windows are left shattered and wet. Moss lines the cold, thick, brick walls. Hallways so dark and ominous they appear to have no end. This is home now, this is the reformatory. Here to liberate my soul, And convert back to gold. I did not know I was waiting for this. Freedom illuminates the corridors. Cancel the christening. Find me in the rose garden, Dancing with the serpent and the sun.

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