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Details | Free verse | |

Favors

Colton was a bartender,
computer hacker for the government.
Three days after i heard the zip
he moved to Korea.
He had glasses and made Malibu Rum margaritas
so good that I couldn't stop sipping on his heart.

Now Harrison was the thrasher.
Homemade tattoo guns,
baggy sweats and paint.
he wanted to stamp EASTSIDE into my chest 
so that my breasts would remember his touch.

Cooper was the football star
three times my weight.
He stopped my breathing
as he laid on top of me.
Shh, he whispered. We don't want to wake them.
We smoked in the back of his truck after the fact.
He kept my lipstick stained cigarette
so he would remember his best blowjob, he told me.
As he drove into the dark 
I watched him with broken eyes.

Peter was the musician,
asked me to come to one of his gigs
so that he could play a song for me.
He closed his eyes during the entire song
and told me that he was picturing me naked.
We were in the back of his car.
It was pouring, cold, and uncomfortable.
Thanks for the favor
he mentioned.

That is when I began giving favors as a past time.

1 hour for ten addys.
Okay.

2 hours for a line.
Okay.

30 mintues for a cocktail.
Okay.

Favors faded.
Okay, they said.
and i screamed into my pillow.


Details | I do not know? | |

RIP Virginity

Dear Sir,my innocence is gone now, no more fear ,
Do you love to **** me again, I am always here.
I wonder when you taught me how to use a pen,
I was so into you but my ****** was in pain !
I was crying, i was too immature to understand
I was turning only 13, I couldn't feel what happened.
but I promise I never forget what you taught me at the end.
I begged you to stop and I looked into your eyes,
there was a reflection of a cruel world,that what I deserved!
Don't be afraid, mommy never knows what you did,
Nobody knows that you made me bleed.
Dear sir,my innocence is gone with all my tears,
as I had no safe place to hide myself from fears.
Nobody saw anything as your world was blind!
having hidden hatred inside,a virgin died.
Dear sir, time cannot erase your memories,
time doesn't heal all wounds,that you marked,
yes,you took my innocence that will be always on my mind.


Details | Romanticism | |

Can you feel me

Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the sun is setting in the far.

The voices of women passing
startle me with a feeling of sorrow
I can't breathe, I am dying.
Feel me, can you feel me rot away?
Slowly but surely rot away
as time passes with ease,
and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces
to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop
and wave to me to get in.

"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces
highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees
rattling around in their empty minds.
Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner.
I look at the rushing water
and feel myself rot away
slowly but surely rot away.

Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Feel my heart thump with slow paces
that manage to keep up with fast melodies.
Of songs that play in your mind
only the ones that make you sigh
and think those one days in Spring time
as you walked over the draw bridge
and paid no mind to the water underneth.
I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk
of the good old times we all shared.
Time has passed, as I take my last breathe
and hold my chest and shead a tear.
Feel me, can you?
If you can, put your hand to my weak heart 
and feel it thump away with every second wasted
on useless items.
Now, see me a man of one time greatness
reflect his life with a reflection in the water below.
How I sigh and cry and breath heavely,
as I feel myself rot away.

The voices of woman pass me by.
Tomorrow is a new day,
for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home
and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags.
As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows,
feeling myself rot away.

Can you feel me without you, rotting away?
I surely can feel myself rot.
Such a heavy word, "rot"
So vulgare, yet a great description of me,
without you.

I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it.
As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow
comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory
of you away.
And I shall weep no more.
Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets
and think of you.
Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head
like a lose screw.
Can you feel me? Feel me rot away
feel me think about you, and all your works.
Can you feel me?


Details | Free verse | |

I'll Stand For You

I am standing for the woman that is too weak to stand,
A string of abuse she has suffered all her life long. 
She believes she is on her own no one to support her
So I will be her strength and support, her verbal backbone.

Let me then tell you Mr. Abuser, I will not stand aside,
While you tear down the walls of the weak and feeble.
In your face I’ll stand, with my shoulders squared fast,
Been there, stepped up, overcame, so that is my armor.

Now that’s not where I’ll leave it, more needs to be done
For the woman that is weak and feeble in self esteem.
A rescue is not the wherewithal, there has to be a goal
For her to strive unto, on the road she'll walk to being whole.

Encourage her to use her past of pain, to build
A better self for her future and make her fears
Be the rock on which she stands, to reach higher
Above the murk of abuse and self-mutilation. 



  

For Debbie's contest:  Stand


Details | Lyric | |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before


Details | Rhyme | |

Paper Thin

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
For kicks is why I do it now.
You tell me to love but I never knew how.
Our feet hitting pavement,
We spent the day in sunny California with sun kissed skin.
I’m learning to forget and how to fade scars,
And you let me let myself down so hard.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
And now I just do it for smiles,
We’ll never see flower girls stumbling down aisles.
I’d lose my head just before that chance,
But if you want we can still have a first dance.
Cause I think I say things that I don’t mean,
Once upon a time you meant the world to me.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
But I’m trying to refrain,
To make this not all end up in vain.
Maybe I can learn to love like some people do,
And you can learn to love yourself a little too.
Or it is in all fairness to let this go?
I guess we can try but then we’ll never know. 


Details | Free verse | |

DEAR DIARY

Dear Diary,
It's eleventh day of June, I'm about to celebrate my 18th birthday.
But this morning, I don't wanna go out and face the world.
I'm tired, my Dear Diary... I don't have enough strength to tell them my secrets.
It's you and I who only knew this thing, even mom's not aware of it!
I'm afraid that they may not understand, that they may be wrath or hurt me.
You knew, it's been six years now that we everyday talk about it.
And you're the only one that help me breathe when I suffocate.
Six years of unstoppable nightmare, I still recall.
It was 10:00 PM and mom has gone for a party.
Uncle Joe was left to look after the kids and me.
I woke up when I felt the wind passing through my window.
It's a cold dark night, I tried to shield myself in a blanket.
When suddenly an image of a guy entered in my room.
I closed my eyes so tight,then told myself it's a monster from the dark!
But his footsteps moved towards my bed,until a big hand grabbed my mouth.
I grasp the air then try to shout, aloud but he punched me out.
That was so hurt and caused me weak, until I surrendered to his wrist.
Though weak and helpless I felt the pain...
The deep penetration of his thorn to my flesh.
I was left broken into pieces at my very young age.
The most painful moment when someone broke my life.
A night I couldn't forget 'til today that I've grown.
And this evening, I'll be a princess in  a rose pink gown,
The crowd will sure awe while they watch me dance.
I hope I can have the courage to refuse the last hand.
The hand of my step dad who will be my last dance.
I hope I can tell the world that this guy ruined my life.
That he must pay for killing my flesh every night that mom is out!
But today, It's just you and me,  my Dear Diary.
Who knew all the secrets and the faith that I achieved.





written: May 12,2014
Entry to: Anne Currin's Dear Diary Poetry Contest




Details | Light Poetry | |

a womans cry

Dynasties of radiance splash into a womans swimming pool of excellence a womans cry transforms failures into triumph, should i feel agony & defeat for the lost bondage of our love, does a womans cry begin to symbolize the sacred feelings hiding inside the belly of a mans lies, a queen at the throne was promised, i bear children in the midst of our fight for survival do you dare assassinate my worth, my conscious is a relentless drum at the mercy of ones entertaining commands listen to a womans cry, how do i remain steady when even i question my character, is it wrong to look towards the heavens seeking pity for not being your lone constant treasure, such a life grows deeper as i sleep but find not an eye full of rest, my heart is but a mere myth who will hear a woman cry, weary i crawl for the weight of your misfortunes too great to shield, my place as a mother weakend by your arrows of discretions, spare me of your tough ridges, rid me of your chaotic demanor, heal my wounded but not broken spirit from your barbariac abuse, sooth my emotions for empty i remain a womans cry


Details | Free verse | |

The Woman In The Window

                                               Can you see the woman in the window?
                                                 She basks in the glow of the moment,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 
                                                 donning a princess pink gown
                                                 with a train of angel white.
                                                 Nervous tears of joy                    
                                                 stream down her vibrant face
                                                 streaking her blushing cheeks
                                                 a pallad hue of shadow blue.

                                                
                                                Can you see the woman in the window?
                                                  She bathes in the light of renewed hope
                                                  dressed in a large billowing top
                                                  with teddy bears adorning the front.
                                                  The sudden thrust of an innocent kick
                                                  forces her to clutch her swollen belly,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               
                                                  and a tender smile fades to a wince
                                                  as motherhood pains begin to quicken.

                                               Can you see the woman in the window?
                                                  she soaks in the brutality of the moment
                                                  clothed in a torn cotton gown
                                                  with crimson streaks down the front
                                                  Like a doll thrown to the floor,
                                                  she lay broken against the window
                                                  her head twisted slightly askew
                                                  with finger bruises around her neck.
                                                  Her battered terror ravaged face
                                                  pressed against a cracked window pain,
                                                  like some macabre masterpiece.
                                                  Two crystal blue eyes frozen in fear 
                                                  now free from the hands of oppression
                                                  surrender a horrible unspoken truth.
                                                  Huddled next to the cold lifeless body,
                                                  a tiny teary-eyed little girl
                                                  clutches a frail banded hand,
                                                  and loudly whimpers the words:
                                                  Mommy! Please wake up! 
                                         
                                                 Have you seen a woman in the window?
                                                  Will she be there tomorrow...?
                                                  
                                                  


Details | Verse | |

Bloodwoman

When the night comes,
and the world is a away,
the demons step out,
as their corpses decay.

Across Will-street,
lived a mysterious sinner.
A famous voice,
whose faintest whisper made the mighty shiver.

Her long gold locks,
made many a man weak,
till he knew her up close,
where no one could hear his helpless shriek.

Burning lust,
disappeared in her embrace,
then moving swiftly,
dripping blood from her long nails.

She was her daddy's girl, people say,
till she hit him with a gun.
No man could ever escape,
the trap of this woman.

Courage, don't be weak,
don't let your young heart loose.
She is waiting till the night birds call,
she has her sight on the whole town view.

Widows always weep,
the young is red meat,
when she kills all the sinners,
she is the bad woman.
When your daddy is cheap,
you ought to be weak,
but she is not a dying soul,
she is Bloodwoman.


Details | Free verse | |

JUSTICE ON BROKEN HANDS

She is dancing like a fairy with her long-sequenced gown,

Her long, curly hair swaying as she moves around.

Angels are watching her over the moonlit shadow.

Closed eyes,indulging the melody of playing  tunes. 

A cavalry came in and run her off  on  his horse.

Laid her down to a bed of petals and thorns..---

The shadow started to cruise and moan like a beast.

The heaven cries and mourns for a fate she'd faced.

Her limbs are broken and  can barely stand  on  feet.

And the music keeps on playing, swaying her hair in the wind.

A tiny drop of water wake  her up from an endless nightmare.

The surge stopped moaning and the dawn break his voice.---

Watching a stranger in a very deep sleep,plan was formed in mind.

Vengeance is on her hands,a blazing anger will next explode.

Looking back is  a  breathless and bleeding soul.--


She is wearing her torn long-sequenced gown , stood up strong.

Rain fall down  and washed blood off her hands.

The music keeps playing, the wind blows and pain has gone.



*AiyaH De Torres
WITH THESE HANDS Free Poetry Contest
12/18/2013
Visual 5


Details | Villanelle | |

APPREHENSIVE

Justice adjourns in Civil Law. All must hear my voice. I entered the Court Room insecure. I stand as he enters the room. The Judge begins deliberation. Justice adjourns in Civil Law. The injuries I have are the cause of litigation. My pain is stated via face. I entered the Court Room insecure. In God’s speed, I trust. Confidence begins to enter my person. Justice adjourns in Civil Law. Focus on the Defense brings more confidence. I stop self-doubting. I entered the Court Room insecure. The case was heard. The Judge submitted his Opinion and Order. Justice adjourns in Civil Law. An abuse of discretion An error in Law I entered the Court Room insecure. Justice adjourns in Civil Law. ______________________________/ Sponsor: Juli- Michelle Contest Name Rhyme Battle: Round 4 Entry Date: March 09. 2014 Motif: Justice ~This is not a typical Villanelle. A villanelle can be atypical. This villanelle is atypical (not traditional 19 lines) because it has 22 lines (w/o spaces counted) but is perfect to rhyme scheme. Note: However, a villanelle needs no particular meter or line length, so I was free to experiment with the form. Villanelle is terribly obsessive and brings out the emotions of any neurotic writer. ~Please read About This Poem!~


Details | Couplet | |

THE CREEPS

In his country, he says I would be called a fat *i*c* with my hips being thick.
He said his men would f*c*k me so much I would join the crowd of skinny lovers.

In his country, he states I would not have sex the way I want.
He pants that his men like a*s*o*e.

Plethora my people would shout.
Embarrassment has stepped-out.

In his country, is sex slavery.
His men would just snatch me off the streets to control me sexually.

In his country, I am not.
So why is he talking to me half-cocked.

In his country, terrorism to them is love.
To me he must be from an Arab World.
_____________________________________|
Penned on May 13, 2014!


Details | Sonnet | |

To Break the Witch's Spell

   TO BREAK THE WITCH'S SPELL
Suffer you not the bidding of a witch
does not she call from out of dark and death
to put in you, from head to toe, her pitch
as pain you feel, unto your final breath?

To break the spell, one time be all alone,
shut in your closet door and close it tight,
denounce her spirit, make her logic known,
to be her dying day, and final flight.

Then pray she knows, as certain as she dies
in agony, for every sin she's done,
her death will be, from whence she never flies,
and  pays the price for what was once her fun.

One death she'll die, but through eternity
Unless her spell is cast away from thee.
 
Die *****!
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Blank verse | |

JUST A BROKEN BOTTLE

I remember when he grabbed me with his eyes
and I couldn't yell or scream but smile at him
slowly he led me into his dingy room 
where we could not be seen

behind the curtain he sat me on the couch 
then he sat by my side and my flimsy wrap fell
he gazed upon my slender form and touched my lips 
he was elegant and I was wet and cold and damp
and his touch of body was nice and warm

then his feverish lips he pressed to mine
I gave him every drop of what I had in me
and he drained me of my very self
I couldn't make him stop ‘cos for the first time  
I was loving it and loving it and loving it 
I cared less about what Papa may say 

I never wondered what Mama may say 
I was just loving it loving it loving it 
that's why you find me here today 
a broken bottle, drained empty to the bottom 
and tossed away in the trash of nothingness 
I who was once adorable and full of wine


Details | Imagism | |

THE WANTON WOMAN

She likes young boys
Plays with them like toys
And with their boiling testosterone
They kneel before her  throne 
Always yawning for more

She mockingly and sexily dresses
Her body half naked and searching 
For the wondering eyes of the boys 
Provoking their dark desires  
As they come to her scrambling

She drives a black limousine
With enough space to commit her sin
She makes them drink bear
Just to kill their conscience
Then uses them without being cautious

She likes them wild
Strong like a young stallion
Their hearts  strong as a lion
With so much energy yield 
Courageous to adventure into he world

She gives them gifts
Attends to them in shifts
Leaving them to believe
She loves them when she does leave
To attend to another in need

She is a wanton woman
Always ready to hurt and harm
The young generation of man
When they fall freely in her arm
She is a predator with patience



Details | Free verse | |

I Have Been Her Kind

"haunting the black air, braver at night.......
...lonely thing, twelve fingered, out of mind......
.....I have been her kind."
Anne Sexton


I Have Been Her Kind

I float above....
a cloud, unto myself
my heart a stone experiment
A woman slightly bent

My shapely legs
beneath a dowdy skirt
My sensual lips
turned down with hurt
Leaf brown to love
A woman not defined

An all renouncing mind
Where trust has flown
on dark befuddled wings
A woman, prey to death

 I have been her kind

 Suzanne Delaney


Details | Free verse | |

Anorexic Angel

Hello old friend,
I see we meet again.
It’s hard to purge the hate
And binge the beauty—
I’ve worn these metaphorical 
shoes
And trekked the span of a 
lifetime,
So you can’t escape the truth.
Grinding fears may gnash you,
Haunting demons may trap 
you,
But I will never harm.
Look in my eyes to see the 
scars
That you’ve let go to your arm;
Now that you’re here,
Let’s have a talk.

She was God’s gift to man,
Women too you might say.
When she looked to the night,
It would always part it’s way
So she could walk in the grace 
of day.
Her beauty breaks all simile,
And no metaphor could 
compare.
Let me show you her with 
nothing,
For she would resonate in the 
air,
Shining bright like the moon.
Opaque whiteness cascaded 
through
Ripples of the human genome.
She was an angel.

I watched her every day
With some brutish envy;
She, to me, was confidence 
A bright beacon of wonder
Or a whimsical whimsy.
She would walk with perfection
Riddled into every step taken.
And even though it was 
unbelievable,
She would walk with me.
We became the blood of life,
The elixir of friendship.
I couldn’t breathe without 
thinking,
Without hoping she was alive.
Because when you love a friend
Like I loved her,
You would die to see them live.

Yet something changed in her,
It grew dark like a possessed 
thought.
Poisoning her heart with 
insecurity
The disease took her soul first,
Before coming to claim her 
body.
A body that never needed to be 
claimed.

Have you ever watched a friend
Die?

She became so lost;
A ship on stormy waters.
Oh, how I tried to show her to 
the shore,
A translucent lighthouse with 
no light.
Her soul was bleached from her 
skin,
Her bones like dust beneath the 
parchment.
The story shined on the body 
that
No longer belonged to her,
And a critic with gross morality,
I was forced to read.
I saw ignorance and bliss,
Pain and compassion,
Hope and destruction,
Truth and repulsion.

I couldn’t believe that she was 
dead and gone,
Words from a wordless song.
I was left in the darkest hour,
Holding her empty and cold 
body
While the world watched and 
judged.
They always judged and never 
helped,
Never bothered to look her in 
the eye
When they were the only 
reason she had to die.

My angel had fallen,
Like rain or like snow. 
She was magical,
But she had to let go.
I think she might say it was 
worth it,
But you be the judge now my 
friend.
Should you continue on the 
path,
You may meet the same end.
Angels fly and fall,
May the truth give you wings.


Details | I do not know? | |

I am One Woman

I am One Woman
by Lori Maria Walton

Dedicated to women who have suffered abuse around the globe who need hope after the tragedies in everyday life, the disappointments we encounter along the way, and the beauty that remains inside, but we so often fail to see.

Left alone to die in a cell that is limited to your command
Why do women leave their only self
To join as a slave to the one who laughs at their weakness
Deems them unworthy through all tasks
In spite of all the hard work

I stand here amazed at my own naivety
Chasing a dream of what I’m supposed to be
Leaving the love and freedom of who I really am
To begin a life with someone who cares less
Than I ever could

A baby is what I was hoping for
A baby has evaded me
Leaving me only with your spirit of criticism
Whispering to me that somehow, I am really not ok
Even for a moment

Doubt beyond doubt
Piles up to the ceiling 
Along with all the initials that stand behind my name
Mocking me that I could only enjoy a false sense
Of victory over anything

Everything I have failed 
Nothing have I succeeded in or feel as though I have
Made a mark beyond a small tainted coloring
On the glimpse of life that meets my eyes
In every dawn

Shall I continue this nonsensical dance
Waiting for someone to acknowledge my ability
To provide something valuable to my family, society, and self?
Or shall I retreat into the secrecy of the spirit
That haunts my being

I am one woman
One spirit that wakes every morning 
A brief moment do I savor the morning prayer
The burgeoning flowered tree bowing to me and opening its door
To come in and dine

I cannot open my soul again
I cannot be all that I want to be for you as I was
I can only sit beneath this old maple and dream of days 
When I fully saw light, hope, and love within each soul
And lifted myself to new heights through a window 
That never existed.


Details | Free verse | |

AISHA

Forced into womanhood at 12
betrayed by those you trusted
abused daily mentally and physically
forced to sleep in the animal shed
Your escape was short-lived
being captured and returned
to your tormentors

In the mountain
the cruel knife passed
on your innocent face
No, Aisha
that is not cold water
in your nose
It is your blood
Your nose is gone
and so are your ears

Your tormentors have gone away
and left you alone to die
But you refused to lay down 
and die
With your defiant spirit
you crawled down the mountain
to those who cared
and protected you
and helped you to a new life
away from the evil unjust system
you inherited by birth

What was your crime
to be dealt such cruelty?


Details | Free verse | |

Lady At The Well

At the well she will drink
Carry on thoughts like a conversation
By herself, she will not question life
In an argument with two 

The air shall blow crisp
Settle your cares for a few 
Admire the scene of color
Be gentle to yourself like no one will


Details | Verse | |

A Cheating Farther

My farther could not fulfill a father’s duty 
My farther could only fulfill his own pleasures 
.Women
.Sex 
.Alcohol
 
He couldn't love us the way he loved them
Coming home early hours in the morning
Mother goes silent   whenever he was around 
Wiping away her tears with her soft hands If he ever spoke 
Pretending she has something in her eye 

My farther only loved us 
Well pretended to love us 
Only when he had alcohol
All the other times 
It was those cheap women

Punching 
Kicking 
Abusing our poor mother 
In front of our innocent eyes 

He always used to say I'm going to change
The only change he did was sleeping a different women
He just couldnt live without 
It never accure to him he had a wife and children

A tender age of 6 all this was going on 
I was shocked
Ashamyed 
Embrassed 
It was like someone cast an evil eye on our family
I could'nt talk to anyone 
At home
At school
Or even a family member

I use to always wrote strorys of a farther and son having such a great bond
I always wished those story's were true.


It was like  more my dad went with other women 
The more abuse she received
The more my mother wanted to please him
My mother was a woman from India 
A women from the Asian community
If anyone found out about farther it would be bestay(shameful)

My mother never had a voice to say I’m leaving 
The voice she had was silent 
21 years they've been married 
Years of betrayal made by my farther 
Days and nights of abuse 
The family gathering lying on how much work he does
Moaning how his wife is so lazy
Moaning on how  much we annoy him
Going on and on how great he is.

He couldent bar ethe thought of us leaving 
His family name would be known for scum
But was was the use leaving him 
He was jst going to pick up move away and cheat on another woman 
This is the way I lived with a cheating farther....

Copyright (c)
Jay Singh Thapar

Jay Thapar