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 Jan 2015 MoVitaLuna
Olivia Kent
Look at his eyes as the children pass by.
His sickening eyes, they're all filled with desire.
He peeps up the skirts of the innocent youths.
The innocent boys he uses as toys.
The creatures of vile sickness all called paedophiles.
That's  the name for people like these.
Abusers and users who share vile images.
Sick *******, who for safety's sake are kept on the rule.
For all children who's lives have been cruelly destroyed.
By perverted networks controlled by old boys.
(C) LIVVI
This poem is a tribute to the victims of child *** abuse!
 Jan 2015 MoVitaLuna
WickedHope
I want someone to look me in the eyes
like nothing else matters

I want to wake up to him
or a text from him or something more
than the empty feeling in my chest

I want someone to share random thoughts with

I want him to pull me into
his jacket and zip us up inside

I want to talk to someone
about theories, ethics, words,
the universe and more

I want someone to call me at one in the morning
and tell me to look at Polaris

I want him to pick me up unexpectedly
and make me laugh hysterically until I snort

I want someone to trade literature with,
sleep in with, cuddle with

I want someone to miss me when we're apart
Even if it was all fake, I still miss the little things.
- - -
He was always the perfect lie...
 Jan 2015 MoVitaLuna
M Eastman
She's beautifully chaotic
a whirlwind of makeup and hoopla
she'll kick bushes on her way;
to a can of beer and a good comic book
 Jan 2015 MoVitaLuna
Jason
Me
 Jan 2015 MoVitaLuna
Jason
Me
I like to smile at people who dislike me because I am an *******
 Jan 2015 MoVitaLuna
M
Untitled
 Jan 2015 MoVitaLuna
M
I know I have to light the way for others and ignite their sparks
but there's nothing left inside me to burn.
 Jan 2015 MoVitaLuna
authentic
After it all
I can really only think of one thing
You didn't fight for me
You said that there was nothing left for you to say to me
You didn't fight
You laid down your weapon
And watching me walk away
I would have preferred a bullet in my back
Than something as tragic as pain
With no wound to show for it
 Jan 2015 MoVitaLuna
R
I am still afraid
to look you in the eyes
I know it has been months
and I tell myself, I tell everyone

the hurt in my heart is fading
the scars on my heart are only skin deep

but I am still afraid
to look you in the eyes
and remove the walls I built up
because I know you will see

the hurt lingering in my eyes
the pain I try to hide behind my smile

and I am still afraid
to look you in the eyes
because I might find out
that you don't care anymore
It's easy;
To feel good.
But what about Good?
woulda'-shoulda'-coulda'
Just effin' DO IT!
BLESS IT!
No worries;
Don't stress it.
Less is;
More.
Thanks for
Opening that door.
Good shot!
I know that You got,
Me.
Im trying pretty hard to be more + than -
... which reminds me...
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