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Poetry
Nov 28, 2012 7:59:43 GMT -5
Post by AliRNJFounder on Nov 28, 2012 7:59:43 GMT -5
Post your poetry, of any genre or style, here.
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Poetry
Dec 24, 2012 13:30:34 GMT -5
Post by FootPrints on Dec 24, 2012 13:30:34 GMT -5
Wrote these poems a long, long time ago.
That Night
I just can’t get that night Out of my mind I wish I could just Leave the past behind It needs to stop This silent agony I need to find a way To set myself free When I close my eyes When I start to fall asleep I can almost hear him Laughing at me, knowing I’m weak I can almost feel his hands Touching and grabbing me Demanding what is not his Laughing at my quiet struggle to break free I can almost taste him As he forces my mouth and tongue To pleasure him. Can almost hear him; “Don’t stop until I’m done” My breathing becomes harder I’m fighting back the tears I can hear him laughing Even though it’s been years I open my eyes Stare at the ceiling It was just a memory When will I start healing? It’s my dirty little secret My only regret I wasn’t strong enough to fight My penance; I can no longer sleep at night.
Pain
I hurt myself; When I'm filled with despair, When my mind hurts so much, When this pain I can no longer bear.
The physical pain helps me To see it all through. So hurting myself Is the only thing I can do.
It's the pain in my head, That's the real agony So I turn to my knife; It sets me free.
No one really understands, So it remains a secret. No one realises that the physical pain Is my only outlet.
The knife cuts my skin, The cig burns my arm, These are the only things, That will keep me calm.
The pain helps, And wounds will heal, But the blood is the only way, To express what I feel.
I can't cry, Or say I've given up, That I wish to die. So all I can do is cut.
Memories
His hands groping, Feeling all over my body I can't escape. Oh God, why me?
His hands; they’re everywhere. A tear rolls down my cheek He laughs, He knows I’m meek.
His breath, heavy on my face I close my eyes, try to keep it out. There's nothing I can do, Can't even shout.
He's too strong, He'll hurt me if I fight. He says that if he wants, He can do this all night.
He forces my hands, my mouth, on him, Ignores my pleas. Laughs again, his hands touching, Sliding above my knees.
Finally, he's stopped, it's over. But I have to live with it every day. No amount of showers can wash the dirt away, The fear disgust and shame is here to stay
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Poetry
Dec 28, 2012 8:51:54 GMT -5
Post by ashleyrnjpa on Dec 28, 2012 8:51:54 GMT -5
These pieces are incredible. So strong. Thank you for sharing.
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