He spoke of angels and demons,
Obsessed with supernatural beings and terrors.
In hopes to discover their wings and horns,
To know why angels have light,
and demons embody the dark.
Blinded by the urge to claim an angel's glorious heart,
He neglected the living and breathing,
And yearned for the warriors of heaven & protectors of hell.
I bared my divine soul—take it all, I told him.
His eyes crinkled in disgust.
My soul looked damaged, not fit for an angel,
And too clean for a demon.
He claimed I was neither,
He aimed for the soul of either.
My back, bruised from the weight of broken wings, ached.
My scalp, still sore from silver strands torn away, burned.
My eyes, now black and blue, leaked of tears—
They used to be gold.
The stranger dismissed me,
Off to enchant an angel, to steal their soul.
Why search for it, when I offer you mine for free?
Damaged Goods
"Why would someone be considered
Damaged Goods"?
At the hands of a trusted bosom
Friend?
Once cracked even the innocence
looks guilty.
I still wake up with wounds I've
Weathered.
I continue to feel the pain up and
down my back but I was convinced
there was no knife.
Your damages may not be appealing,
But it made you incomparable.
Healing day by day ready to face this
World another day without carrying
excess baggage upon my shoulders.
Through the nights one's thoughts
wander and roam.
Let go of bad memories because
Our damaged goods shows us our
Life has significance.
Withered like an old book,
mishandled too many times.
She avoids herself,
like she does the nightmares he left with her.
Like the sun without her blaze.
Someone took the light from her
long before she knew it was gone.
Her anger, powerful like waves—
untamable and infinite.
She found bliss in the sound of thunder,
while others fear the storm.
Sadness seemingly aches around her feet,
and she hopelessly watches it cripple her entirely.
A flower, robbed of her innocence and delicacy.
Her emotions extinguished
by people who never fully understood.
She was no longer fueled by grace and tenderness,
but by the void,
in a sea of darkness and chaos.
To the world, she holds it all together:
composed and tranquil,
lost to herself and everyone surrounding.
She was invisible—
and she could no longer be found.
Vulnerable her heart is fragile
On her guard she defends her space
Cautiously she rebuilds her strength
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Am I too far broken?
Too far gone?
Or just simply hopin'?
To be loved by another,
More than just cuz I'm a mother?
A significant other,
A match,
A partner,
Or just too far broken to be loved by another?
Damaged n' bruised,
Too far used,
Just to broken,
Too far abused?
shunned kicked tossed and dropped
thanks to the U.P.S guy
got few damaged goods
Writing without
imagery
Breathing without
air
Seeing without
vision
Loving without
care
Words without
meaning
Voice without
song
Hope without
promise
Night without
— dawn
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
[Stanza 1]
Suddenly, the clouds above become gray,
Like a sudden sharp knife, the words you say.
My heart used to beat so strong, pure, and true,
Now lies destroyed under the sky so blue;
[Stanza 2]
My spirit just bleeds from a wound so deep,
This silent loss makes my soul read and weep;
I look for hints of reason I can find,
To lessen the loneliness of my mind.
[Refrain]
The whispers start, "It was the world's harsh hand,"
Lost in the rain, unable to understand;
The storm is yelled at in wrath for the blame,
Just like a victim caught in life's cruel game.
[Chorus]
Our bedroom turned dark, no shining lamp in sight,
Lost in the shadows of this restless night.
This loaded heart beats in a grieving tone,
A love damaged completely overthrown.
Damaged, once dismayed
they return to the fray
Beaten down by the grind
they can’t leave behind
Won’t they shrug off their wounds
shake off the gloom
Where is the will
to restore the hope ~
yesterday saw them bloom
Damaged
A fragile beauty, with scars that shine like stars, her soul entwined in thorns, yet her spirit glows with love"s sweet fire. Her eyes hold whispers of forgotten dreams, tears etched on porcelain skin, a heart once broken, now mended with a strength unspoken. And so, she stands, her head held high, through wounded, she refuses to die. For in the depths of her pain, she finds a reason to continue, to heal to love again. With hope in her voice, she sings a melody of resilience, her song echoes across the landscape, reminding us all that even in darkness, there is light waiting to be found. ( A Beauty Scathed But Not Broken )
My heart went broken torn into two and spent
There they stood,
naked and heartbroken,
beyond words, beyond expression.
Still, frozen in time,
beyond their prime,
lost in silence, thunderstruck.
To the core.
Obviously, utterly,
bitterly beyond heartbroken.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Close your eyes my dear
pretend everything is fine
damage becomes clear
Promises are made only to fade quickly with broken vows that are never given a chance to be kept.
How easily they are gathered and weathered and swept under the woven rug.
Empty words of love are spoken to tease your heart that is bleeding and broken,
But soon they fade into the bitter, cold night, in hopes of finding a place to lay down and die without a fight.
When your tears subside and you find your way out of the foggy haze, you step into denials' search for better days...only to find yourself looking for someone to blame for all your heart ache and shame.
In the shattered mirror left hanging on the wall...you are left to come to a realization...and you spend the rest of your life protecting your broken heart.
Rb
I despise how you make me feel. Every breath I draw I crave it to be my last.
The way I daydream about my death you'll think I was the grim reaper here to drag you back.
The scars on my skin marks how many times I've been near to being expired.
I no longer bury in fear, I now dance with my demons til my mind gets exhausted.
I feel awful for leaving you, but staying here isnt an option. Til we met once more this time it won't be in a coffin.
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