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STOP; Now that you're finished, you will now, forever be done;
For I have a chance now to grow, while your life from here will flop;

DROP; Did you get your rocks off, during your twisted, distasteful, fun?
Let the truth be known, let the confessions begin to flow!
YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DO WHAT YOU DID TO ME EVEN:
IF I WAS WEARING SHORTS AND A CROP TOP!!

&ROLL; It's time I start helping to put people like you away!
It's time for myself, and more people to;
get the strength and the courage and the;
Ability and the freedom to open up and finally say;
WE ARE SPEAKING UP, AND GIVING OUT NAMES!!
WE ARE NO LONGER ASHAMED, FOR WE ARE NOT THE;
CAUSE OF YOUR PITIFUL SHAME!!!
WE ARE SPEAKING UP AND SEEKING JUSTICE AND REBORN INNOCENCE!!
If our lives have to be changed, then so does yours;
Perverts LIKE YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE THE SAME;
IT"S TIME FOR PERVERTS LIKE YOU, TO;
BE DECAPITATED LIKE USELESS SERVANTS!

STOP; Your time has come to an end, no longer the sunlight you shall see;
Oh and trust me, you will be going to hell, nowhere near the heavens up top;

DROP; I will create my own valley because of disgraces like you;
You only gave myself and others the power, to finally set ourselves free;
We will gather together, and spread the words "NO AND STOP"

&ROLL; I hope the day you meet your final demise,
not one person has a tear to cry
And I hope not one person has the audacity to ask why
Because when we were too young, we lost ourselves and our innocents
BUT THAT'S ALL GOING TO CHANGE, BECAUSE;
WE ARE GOING TO START TAKING CONTROL!

Stephanie A. Ludwig
04/19/2025
Rose Apr 18
i see you
crying in silence,
trying not to be heard,
trying not to be seen.

i see you
wiping away your tears,
trying not to be sensitive,
trying not to be a burden.

all you wanted
was someone to hold your heart
with the same softness
you held theirs.

i’m sorry no one saw you.
but—
i see you.
i hear you.

and i love you.
a letter to my younger self, you were too young to be holding it all in for the sake of others.
eva Apr 16
I’m no longer a kid.
I care what people think of me;
the way I act,
the way I look,
the clothes I wear.

I’m no longer a kid.
Back then, letters were only building blocks used for spelling,
Why do they now mark the corner of my work?
Why do they determine my academic future?

I’m no longer a kid.
My tears are no longer spilled over a grazed knee
For now they pour over anxious thoughts-
Will they ever stop falling?

I'm no longer a kid.
We were told to be bodies full of kindness,
because everyone deserves love.
Why are some people treated differently?

I’m no longer a kid.
The world has opened up it’s true self to me
and now I drown in it.

-thelosstpoetjournals
Summer in a corn field  
learning about love.

Two kids coming of age 
Under the afternoon sun.

She was warm, and wild, and willing,
I was young and hard and lean.

It wasn't exactly love
It was never meant to be.

We both went our own way, 
living our own dreams.

But sometimes when I'm sleeping 
you come back to me.

Through the corn fields of my mind,
We wander one more time.

You were warm, and wild, and willing,
I was young, and hard, and lean.

And we make love in memories,
we make love in dreams.

I wake and I wonder,
do you ever wonder of me?

Do you ever revisit the corn fields
of our childhood memories?

Do you ever wake and wonder,
Whatever became of me?

I wonder what became of you!
So this isn't about any one particular girl more an amalgam of girls I've crossed paths with. Who live on only in memories, some cherished, some fleeting.
Inspiration: Bob Seger's (Night Moves, and Like a Rock)
And John Mellencamp's (To M.G. Wherever She May Be)
I was born in a small town in Michigan, those guys were a big part of my Adolescent Wanderings and Wonderings.
The You Tube Video is up
https://youtu.be/XuO1TZQlSRs?feature=shared

Thanks
Azelea V Apr 21
they see your light
luminescent and burning with pale shades of pink and orange
they love to bask in its warm glow
but they could never sustain it so far

silly girl, always mistaking her own reflection as another's glow
when will you ever learn?

perhaps when your whole world is dim enough
and all the mirrors have fogged up
you will trace that sliver of light
on your own fingertips
in the iris of your eyes

painful, but necessary for you to finally realise
you are what you seek in everything.
23 was a year of losing people and things and learning new paradigms, I wished for some moments to end but in the end I found something better than rubies and diamonds.
Kai Mar 29
Father, please
Listen to me!
Let me speak!
Stop yelling at me
Stop yelling at Mom

Father, please
Stop leaving the house so often
You act like you're going to another girl's house
Why take $50 with you?
Didn't mother say we're broke?
That was the reason why I created my Etsy business, wasn't it?
That is the reason why you started to eat cheap, stomach aching foods, wasn't it?

Father, please
Stop yelling at me
For the most useless reasons
Father, please
Don't play off your nasty words as a joke
It's clearly not a joke
You've been like this since 2018

Father, please
Allow me to speak
I want you to listen to my voice
Yet, it's the same voice you say you want to seize

Father, please
Stop saying you're "the adult"
You act like a child on a daily basis
Father, please
If you're an adult
Act like it
Ground me for A MONTH
Please <3

Father, please
Give me all the affection that Caesar gets
Don't let your anger release
Don't blame it all on me
Caesar is all you can see
You allow him to do anything
And he gets no discipline
Father, please
Tell me why is that so?
Father, please
Don't avoid the question
Father, please
Tell me
Is it because I'm not biological?

"Father", please
You're always sober
Remember to do things for us all
Within this house we hold

"Father", please
The closest thing is work
Is simple chores
I may sound like a hypocrite
But if you're so "depressed"
Because you can't legally get a job
Do chores

"Father" , please
See these scars?
They're from you and your voice
"Father", please
I know it's my fault
I understand
"Father", please
When are you going to stop yelling?
You raise your voice every time you see me

"Father", please
Stop.
I have to keep my father because my Mom wouldn't be happy living alone when I leave the house when I'm older.
Reece Mar 23
I may not be that old,
Been sixteen for a little over a week,
But I know,
That time is painfully fleeting.
Those routines I adore,
Grind life away to a paste,
Though I may deplore,
I don’t want all this time to be a waste.
Everywhere I turn,
Always pushing me to look to the future.
I see that I crash and burn,
Thoughts that make require sutures.
Forcing me to face the inevitable,
That my childhood will soon be gone,
I wish I could be a rebel,
Run away and come back at the dawn.
Time keeps ticking,
Time keeps slipping,
From me.
Keep growing older,
As time moves slower,
And everything I see,
Keeps fading.

Childhood memories,
Haunting me,
As houses are built,
On sacred land.
Two years left,
Till things start to leave my hands.
No amount of distraction,
Is ever enough,
It just delays the action,
And makes the truth more rough.
How it hurts,
To see my childhood drying up.
How it burns,
That expectations rise while I cry my eyes out,
Cause I don’t want to accept that time’s wasting,
I want things to stay the same,
And I hate that they are changing.
If I could stop time and keep everything as is,
You’d have to give me a good reason to take the next step.
For the fear of failure,
Outweighs all the good I see,
Too many possibilities.
People talk me up,
An excuse to disappoint,
Sometimes I don’t even know who I am,
Yet, they seem to have a point.
Days turn to weeks turn to months long gone,
Can never get them back,
And time doesn’t let you mourn,
We just keep on keeping on,
And hope you don’t get left behind.
All this fear holds me back,
Like the chains in my tower,
I want to break free,
But instead, I cower,
Tell myself I’m getting better,
While the results are nowhere to be found.
I stay looking envious at the ground,
While other people excel and move forward,
I’m stuck at the start,
Overcomplicating where to walk.
I’m up high in the sky,
Stuck in the middle of the beanstalk,
Too afraid to climb back down,
And too afraid to reach for the stars,
For what if I fall?
What if I fly?
Do I have the gall,
To even try…?

Growing older isn’t fun,
But it’s just a part of life,
Don’t know where I’m going,
I’ll find out in due time.
When you
FROM THE HOOD,
LIVING in a
RUNNED DOWN,
RURAL NEIGHBORHOOD!!!
When your CHURCH, your SCHOOL,
your BEAUTY SALON,
BARBER SHOP and
the LIQUOR STORE,
is only WITHIN
WALKING DISTANCE,
When the ICE CREAM
TRUCK RUNS during the DAY, and
LATE AT NIGHT!!
WHEN KIDS ARE ON
BIKES, SCOOTERS,
SKATEBOARDS and SKATES,
WHEN YOU BETTER
HURRY HOME QUICK,
the STREET LIGHTS will come ON,
HURRYING HOME BECAUSE IT'S LATE,
When it's a SCHOOL NIGHT,
and YOU have to BE IN BED by 8,
DO YOUR HOMEWORK and
MAKE SURE IT'S RIGHT,
not long after HAVING DINNER,
then it's LIGHTS OUT GOODNIGHT,
Back in the Day,
MY PARENTS DROVE A CADILLAC,
An OLDSMOBILE REGENCY,
Now What ya'll think of THAT???
IN THE HOOD,
WHEN YOU GOT IN TROUBLE IN SCHOOL, and your GRADES WERE BAD,
When you had SCHOOL FRIENDS, and
ALL OF THE FUN THAT YOU GUYS HAD,
GIRLS PLAYED DOUBLE DUTCH,
THE BOYS PLAYED BALL,
PICKLES and KOOL-AID
was the best, IF I RECALL,
CHIPS and SODA,
NOW-N-LATERS,
THE TIMES WERE LAID BACK, AND
LIFE WAS GREATER,
LEMON HEADS,
BOSTON BAKED BEANS,
MR. MELON,
CHERRY CLAN, and
JOHNNY APPLESEEDS,
THESE ARE MY FONDESS
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES!!!,
IN THE HOOD, you weren't
SUPPOSED TO SQUEAL, because
SNITCHES GET STITCHES, and
that's on the REAL, REAL!!!
Back in the back day,
things weren't too bad,
IT'S 2025
NOW, THINGS ARE JUST SAD,
OH, IF I COULD JUST JUMP
in a TIME MACHINE,
and REVISIT and TALK to the
OLD YOUNGER ME, and
tell her about THESE PRESENT TIMES,
  I GUARANTEE YOU, IT WILL BLOW HER MIND, and
I WILL give her
WISDOM and INSPIRATION,
INSPIRE TO KEEP GOING, and have MOTIVATION,
I just WISH I CAN, and
I WISH I COULD,
as I recollect my youth of,
LIVING IN THE HOOD!!!


B.R.
DATE: 3/17/2025
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