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Simmi 3d
It was real.
I can feel it.
Like fingers wrapping
Around my wrist.
Wispy and delicate...
Or rough and jagged?

You tell me it never happened.
But why is my pillow stained with my tears?

Because I know my tears were real.
But to you...
They were just phantom tears.
Rain May 23
Who's the psychopath,
Laughing his own cruel jokes?
It's all a crude game,
People's pain.
Oh, she looks OK,
Finally feeling some joy, Let me take that away,
Laugh when she's no more feeling OK.
She wonders what she did to deserve this.
Being the victim of you.
Now she's convinced she bought this on herself.
But little girl, you're innocent.
He feels he must hurt you.
Take the ground beneath your feet,
As soon as you start to heal, Shoots a detrimental thought,
That cuts.
She thinks she's his only,
We all think we're his favorite.
Just stay away from all of us.
Simon Bridges Apr 17
Each time I think of you
It is as if

               I call down the moon
               To frame your silhouette
               Embraced by another

It is as if

               The four winds
               Shall burn us both
               With the jealously
               Born from my nature

It is as if

               Each composition of
               Scented dialogue
               Withheld from my eyes
               Became a letter
               Of indiscretion
                              Unleashed upon the world
Josephine Wild Oct 2023
Why I wanted to know about horses?

Just precisely that: to know.

To know the species, their characters, their souls.

To know how to respect, accept,
and control.

To know the nuances and knowledge
only experience brings.

When I said I want to know horses,
what I meant were these things.
Reflecting on my intentions on learning to ride a horse
Zywa Feb 2023
Order in the bowl:

little fish at the bottom --


big ones at the top.
Poem "11/3/- 16:26" (2013, Hans Groenewegen)

Collection "Rasping ants"
Cheyenne Smith Oct 2021
I remember when you said I’d be yours forever
Suddenly the forever turned out to be never
You shot me so far down and I initially struggled to reach the top

I gained knowledge after the relationship
Knowledge of how I was under somebody’s whip
I honestly felt like I was losing my breath from asphyxiation
From that moment, I knew I had to try my hardest to stop myself from future manipulation

After a year and a half of heartbreak and hopelessness
I eventually ended up in truly loving arms
I’m no longer a piece on a board of chess
No more false alarms
For now, my relationship is as gleaming as an elegant sparkling red dress
This poem is about going from a controlling relationship to one where you’re treated right.
Secret-Author Oct 2021
If I were to die, and leave this place,
I know you would still resent the look on my face.
The way that I'm such a stupid ****,
Far too annoying to not shout at or hit.

But if I were gone, there'd be questions I'd leave,
To think you could replace me, might be somewhat naive.
See to you I'm a bug, a cockroach, a flea,
But I'm also a butterfly, if only to me.

But if I were gone, there'd be questions I'd leave:
Who will you shout at, threaten and deceive?
What will you throw your shoes at now?
Whose things will you take?
Whose spirit devour?

Who is going to look you straight in the eye,
And say 'it was a rhetorical question, I know the reason why'.
Jenny Moran Nov 2019
every day I spend away from you
returns me back to normal
I belong to myself for once

if you're near
everything I've been practicing disappears  
I'm yours again

just let me breathe on my own
and set me free
from your controlling grasp
and your unyielding touch
and let me be me
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