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drljms Oct 2015
Her  body
Her soul
Her mind
Her heart
They are destroyed
withered
ruined
shattered.
Baby, let me glue back your shattered pieces and save you from the arms of misery.
Arcassin B Oct 2015
By Arcassin Burnham


More than my life ,
More than yours,
I have no burdens,
And no  remorse,

why you gotta ruin everything,

Make a choice,
Take a chance,
The type of joy that
Makes you wanna dance,

why you gotta ruin everything,

I can make light,
Of situations,
Make you smile,
No hesitation,

why you gotta ruin everything,

You and me,
On a beach,
Seven seas,
The mountains peak,

why you gotta ruin everything,
why you gotta ruin everything,

Why you gotta ruin everything that
I've worked for just to gain your self-worth,
If anything I could be sporting some local
Cutie on the base of the clockwork,
Touching roads when you get in your moods,
Yeah they do swing,
Take me out of your insecurities,
While buying some jewelry,
Life inside and out,
Will leave you seeing all of your entities,
I could make light of bad situation while
Putting in numbers,
I called my anxiety yesterday, he said the
Only thing holding you back is your mother,
No shame,
No pain,
No turning back now,
I'm looking forward to the future without
You,
If I could see it somehow,

We could touch
Ripples that follow,
I need a kiss,
But you just swallow,

why you gotta ruin everything,

I use to love,
The silk of your hair,
The color fits,
And people stare,

why you gotta ruin everything,

You put me in,
A state of hate,
That I don't
Appreciate,

why you gotta ruin everything,

We use to laugh,
We use to talk,
A lot of things left behind,
For the walk,

why you gotta ruin everything,
why you gotta ruin everything,

_________

I could be everything you want,
The sun,
The moon,
The stars,
To Venus,
To mars
But........
.....I'm killing myself,
I shed tears for you,
The sun,
Seems lonely,
Attention based,
And in its final hours,
We see nothing,
I pray for you,
In any term of love,
We'll get something,
We'll learn something,
We are masterpieces.
Love it
Shanell Dec 2012
Her poems make me hurt even more,

Especially because I realize how unbelievably true they are.

I'm fighting back tears right now because the one that causes me pains is in the other room.

It hurts to keep fighting it all the time.

I fight it just so I can show her that I am stronger than her words and her actions.

I hate fighting a battle I know I will never win.

I hate that I try so hard not to ***** up, but she always, always, finds something that I missed.

I hate that I'm the only one that puts forth the effort.

I miss you.

I miss us.

I'm so angry, so undoubtedly angry because you don't care.

You only pay attention to me when it's convenient for you.

I'm just an accessory.

You don't treat me like I'm yours.

You call me your princess but I feel like Cinderella before she met her Prince.

You've taken so much from me,

and every time I try earning something of my own it's never good enough.

I'm never good enough for you.

I'm not smart enough for you.

I'm not perfect enough for you.

I'm just me.

I wish you could only see that.

I fill my world and my thoughts with hopes and dreams.

Every time I try to share them with you, you always shoot them down.

You expect me to live right next door to you forever.

So that I can be there for you whenever you need me.

But I'm not going to.

I plan on moving far away.

I plan on leaving here when the time is right.

And you're the one who did this.

You're the one who made this happen.

You're the one who never cared.

You're the one who pushed me away.

I love you mommy.

I just wish you could have realized that.

But I'm afraid that it might be too late for you to try and fix things.

I'm far too damaged,

but you're too blind to see it.
Ivy C Drape Aug 2015
it hurt
looking at him hurt
it's like everyone around us
was living in fast forward
and we were living in this brilliant moment of clarity
where we were like
'this is it,
this is our life'
looking at everyone else around us rushing around like ants
but still it hurt
because life found our happiness and squeezed it dry
it found the beauty of us and murdered it
slowly
delectably
painstakingly
thoroughly
life murdered **us
alcohol goddess Jul 2015
I remember,
my mother would often tell me
I am not alone.
I wonder is she feeding
the same lies
to my niece?
Oh mother,
please don't lie
to my baby girl,
tell her the truth,
tell her how alone she is.
Tell her,
that no one will be there for her,
that no one will save her,
unless she saves herself.
And, I know I am a disgrace to you,
but please tell her about her aunt,
the one who loved her more than she loved herself.
Tell her how much I loved her,
and teach her how to fight alone.
You ruined me,
but in the name of everything you love,
Save her.
“You’ve ruined me.” She whispered as she ran her fingers through his damp hair. They were fresh from the shower, dripping water all over one another and soaking the sheets. He’d laid her down on top of her towel and made rough love to her in the chill of the evening air that came in through the open windows of his bedroom. Her declaration was quiet and muttered into the space behind his ear. He didn’t respond, at least, not with words. In the cover of darkness she couldn’t see his smile, but she felt the way his lips moved against her neck, and his slight chuckle where his chest rested over hers. He'd ruined her, just like she'd always asked him to, and it was beautiful.
Not really much of a poem, but that's okay.
Rachel Katerina Jul 2015
Fate doesn't merely want happiness,
but pain back as well as outscreamed distress,
and buys ruin at a second-hand rate.*

{this quote comes from "The Voices}
epictails May 2015
I think we ruin children by telling them
Crying is bad
When crying is being vulnerable
An expression of pain so natural
So they grow up to be ashamed of emotions

I think we ruin children by telling them
They have to become someone
When being themselves is already being someone
So they grow up wanting to be someone they are not

I think we ruin children by telling them
Disobeying the rules is inexcusable
When sometimes breaking the rules,
Is freeing one’s self from the expectations of others
So they grow up to feel insecure in the face of uncertainty

I think we ruin children by telling them
Monsters are supernatural creatures
When monsters can also take form in humans
Who exploit, manipulate and trample on others
So they grow up unable to confront even their own monsters
For how could something so unimaginable take form in themselves?

I think we ruin children by telling them
Punishment is discipline
Spanking, verbal fear to shut them up good and easy
When there is a thing called gentle discipline
One that requires less pain and more understanding
So they grow up to become aggressors
Believing they are heroes who save others from disorder

I think we ruin children by telling them
School is the best way to getting around life
Drowning in grades, homeworks and activities just to get by
When experience teaches far more important lessons
School can only teach in words
So they grow up to believing the good life is a tried
And tested pattern and there are no other ways to live

I think we ruin children by telling them
To avoid fears instead of confronting them
When the dark, cockroaches, dogs, can be overcome
So they treat fear as an enemy
Instead of being a friend, a lesson
One that teaches them to be braver, to be stronger

I think we ruin children by telling them
What you wear is what you are
Frills and laces for girls, ties and pants for boys
When anyone can wear just what the **** they want
Clothing is a choice in as much as who they want to be
So they grow up confined by what the crowd is wearing
Fearing any diversion would make them odd

I think we ruin children
By making them believe that success
Comes in fancy clothes, cars, a truckload of money
When happiness is the real mark of a well lived life

I think we ruin children
By telling them being alone is a shameful thing
When the key to understanding one’s self
Is through the painful yet productive solitude
That people so likely shame
So they grow up believing their happiness
Is in other people’s hands

I think we ruin children
By telling them outer strength is the real strength
When there are children who
Cannot lift their own chairs
But have the strongest, bravest hearts
Fighting their way into sad days
Like the heroes that they are

I think we ruin children mostly and importantly
By believing
That they are wrong
That they are too young to understand
When all the while
We could have been wrong
Age makes us not wiser
Just older
And so children lose their capacity to see things brightly
And the biggest chunk of the world’s dreamers are then silenced
By adults who never really believed in the magic of the world
As much as the kids do

So how do we ruin children, really?
By telling them being themselves
Is the least they could ever want
By telling children
That being who they are will never be right

This is extremely long and I don't even expect anyone to read this HAHAHA.  Just that this is not so much a poem as it is a rant. I could care less about the mechanics and rules of poetry but this is really important for me because this is my  (and a big number of kids') childhood. First draft and will continue tweaking this until it can be read better lol xD I have no right to question any parent's way of raising their children but this is just how I feel.
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