Ren
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Wow it's been awhile :o
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Post by Ren on Feb 4, 2014 3:18:56 GMT -5
I want to see some poems people have written/will write! It sounds like a fun time to just express ourselves!  |
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Post by xhannahbanana on Feb 5, 2014 0:41:28 GMT -5
For Daddy:
Tissues for daddy
The tears fall from me
glistening streaks across my face
a quivering lip; uncomforted
Daddy daddy tell me why
your son was your favorite
but your daughter you can't love
am i not good enough daddy?
Tissues for daddy
and issues for me
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Reminiscent Degradation
Streaking across the skies
The tale of another star leaving a trail
All of the I's watch to the end as the flash blinds
Burning in time... where the intensity seers the flesh
A memory left; ripple in an ocean current
Electrical pulses, chemical responses
Passed down from one to another, time means nothing
Does it last? Like the rest... of course fleeting
Watch all of them fly by
The stars, the memories, the ripples
Yes... Yes even time itself
It all passes with a swiftness that astonishes
Perhaps not...
Perception is fickle with the cruelest intentions
Clarity only coming post-apex
A turn of the wheel to fix the error
Over compensation... Too hard, too much, to late
Like a puff of smoke from the tread on me
the smoke dissipates into nothingness.
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TW: rape/molestation themes
My Promise Never Kept
I walked the road for years
The burden on my back
The beast that bites my neck
The beast that drinks from me
I remember his hands
Those hands on my hips
My eyes shut tight
Without sight the feeling is stronger
I ran down this road so long
With a memory desperately covered up
A flash of lace, white with disgrace
A flash of lace, no please not again...
His words in my ear
Sweet words that ruined my innocence
Trust gone wrong, defiled and used
90 degrees were never enough
The road never ends does it?
These shoes turn to scraps
The path gets rocky as I walk
The path gets rockier as I run
He said this was the way
To make me into a woman
But he never mentioned
The theft of my childhood
And this road, oh why oh why
The rain has come now with the cold
Wait for the rain to end
Wait for the tears to end
This secret session in a frilled dress
Pushed over a chair arm without mercy
Sent to fix my mind
He took so much more than money
The road is so lonely
As the beast is only seen by me
Vision blurred by my tears
Vision blurred by a broken promise
My silence kept
My little girl let die
My life gone by
My promise never kept
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Post by writerchick on Feb 6, 2014 20:20:22 GMT -5
"Feelings"
I have been taught
to keep my feelings a secret
to not burden others with my
baggage
as such, my mind is becoming
broken
I fear to tell others how I feel
because of judgment
I hold in tears that
long to be let loose
because of the process of
“growing up”
“growing up” has shattered me
no longer able to cry or
show my feelings because of
the dictatorship of
social construct
I am a bomb
I am a bomb that is ticking
Tickingticking
fasterandfasterasthedaygrowsevercloserthatIwill
EXPLODE
pent up tears
anger
frustration
will erupt, causing all to stare
to judge
to tell me to stop
that it’s not proper for a
woman my AGE to behave this way
but when did emotions become juvenile?
since when did crying become shameful?
when did feelings become so taboo?
it is acknowledged that these emotions exist
but that it is improper to show them
why is being emotional a sign of
weakness?
isn’t it more brave to tell others how you feel instead of letting it eat away at
you?
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Post by cupcakesnsim on Feb 7, 2014 5:17:37 GMT -5
My mind as the ocean
My mind is a body of water called the ocean.
Shout and see the ripples take effect on my soul
skip your stones on my endless expanse
marvel the beauty of boats reflected on my surface.
Beware the dangerous tides I control
be wary of the waves
seemingly growing in height
explore my uncharted depths willingly and humbly.
Protect your innocence against my persistent cold currents
cautiously dip you feet in the warmth where fierce creatures dwell
and tell me;
do you still enjoy this ocean of mine?
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Post by Niccy on Feb 7, 2014 8:52:15 GMT -5
Ur all so talented!!!
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Post by sunshine on Feb 21, 2014 12:03:01 GMT -5
Why I Left
Because of the beauty in her walk
Because of the gentle swaying of her hips
Her pink lips when she talks
Spew priceless gems
Her hair is as a waterfall
Her eyes are the stars above
But close enough for me to touch
I could never quite hold them
I had to leave her
She was way more than I deserved
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How are all of you?
Mar 10, 2014 3:46:33 GMT -5
How are all of you?
Mar 10, 2014 3:46:33 GMT -5
