MeToo Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#MeToo
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 5:10pm
18th Apr 2024 5:10pm
Fear
looking through time I shutter
for things done in the dark, I can't utter
whispers, secrets, and lies
flawed I'm told by design
madness followed I made a world of illusion
to protect an innocent mind from confusion
Beauty was our creation
tenderly we made all things lovely
each day a new exploration
we made heaven from hell in our confinement
it was not enough to put me away from Himself
time passed and he came to claim my son
creating a ball of fire
a light meant to warm some
and threaten...
for things done in the dark, I can't utter
whispers, secrets, and lies
flawed I'm told by design
madness followed I made a world of illusion
to protect an innocent mind from confusion
Beauty was our creation
tenderly we made all things lovely
each day a new exploration
we made heaven from hell in our confinement
it was not enough to put me away from Himself
time passed and he came to claim my son
creating a ball of fire
a light meant to warm some
and threaten...
#angels
#God
#love #MeToo
#love #MeToo
187 reads
2 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 7:12pm
15th Jun 2021 7:12pm
Survivor
They always warn you about the men across the street, or the predators lurking at the parks with invisible puppies.
But they never warn you about the ones across the world, who can still hold so much power.
I'd met him when I was only thirteen, and now that I think of it again he must've been twenty.
I wish that someone would've noticed what was happening to me, or I would've said something.
Because even now, I still am afraid of him. When I have my bad days it is hard for me not to imagine that he isn't lurking around every dark corner of my house.
My stomach...
But they never warn you about the ones across the world, who can still hold so much power.
I'd met him when I was only thirteen, and now that I think of it again he must've been twenty.
I wish that someone would've noticed what was happening to me, or I would've said something.
Because even now, I still am afraid of him. When I have my bad days it is hard for me not to imagine that he isn't lurking around every dark corner of my house.
My stomach...
#MeToo
384 reads
1 Comment
XiaoLong
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2021 8:33pm
2nd Sep 2021 8:33pm
Mother's of This Earth
The drizzling rain had left the night
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown ...
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown ...
#abuse
#MeToo
#evil
419 reads
1 Comment
XiaoLong
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2021 8:33pm
2nd Sep 2021 8:33pm
Mother's of This Earth
The drizzling rain had left the night
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown ...
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown ...
#abuse
#MeToo
#evil
419 reads
1 Comment
XiaoLong
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2021 8:33pm
2nd Sep 2021 8:33pm
Mother's of This Earth
The drizzling rain had left the night
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown ...
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown ...
#abuse
#MeToo
#evil
419 reads
1 Comment
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 3:58pm
4th Sep 2020 3:58pm
Why do I feel like I should apologize for this??
I must have been 12 or 13
Mom was acting in a play
I helped her learn her lines
got to hang out with the cast
and I felt like the coolest kid ever
sitting on a bar stool.
Of course he was drunk,
this hilarious man I’d seen on stage
celebrating a performance well done, I guess.
My memory of the room is fuzzy
though I’ve been there often since
I only recall, “do you have pink, underdeveloped nipples?”
*
???
*
And I don’t know what happened next
nothing dramatic, nothing physical
he...
Mom was acting in a play
I helped her learn her lines
got to hang out with the cast
and I felt like the coolest kid ever
sitting on a bar stool.
Of course he was drunk,
this hilarious man I’d seen on stage
celebrating a performance well done, I guess.
My memory of the room is fuzzy
though I’ve been there often since
I only recall, “do you have pink, underdeveloped nipples?”
*
???
*
And I don’t know what happened next
nothing dramatic, nothing physical
he...
#anger
#women
#men #MeToo
#men #MeToo
635 reads
13 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 3:58pm
4th Sep 2020 3:58pm
Why do I feel like I should apologize for this??
I must have been 12 or 13
Mom was acting in a play
I helped her learn her lines
got to hang out with the cast
and I felt like the coolest kid ever
sitting on a bar stool.
Of course he was drunk,
this hilarious man I’d seen on stage
celebrating a performance well done, I guess.
My memory of the room is fuzzy
though I’ve been there often since
I only recall, “do you have pink, underdeveloped nipples?”
*
???
*
And I don’t know what happened next
nothing dramatic, nothing physical
he...
Mom was acting in a play
I helped her learn her lines
got to hang out with the cast
and I felt like the coolest kid ever
sitting on a bar stool.
Of course he was drunk,
this hilarious man I’d seen on stage
celebrating a performance well done, I guess.
My memory of the room is fuzzy
though I’ve been there often since
I only recall, “do you have pink, underdeveloped nipples?”
*
???
*
And I don’t know what happened next
nothing dramatic, nothing physical
he...
#anger
#women
#men #MeToo
#men #MeToo
635 reads
13 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 3:58pm
4th Sep 2020 3:58pm
Why do I feel like I should apologize for this??
I must have been 12 or 13
Mom was acting in a play
I helped her learn her lines
got to hang out with the cast
and I felt like the coolest kid ever
sitting on a bar stool.
Of course he was drunk,
this hilarious man I’d seen on stage
celebrating a performance well done, I guess.
My memory of the room is fuzzy
though I’ve been there often since
I only recall, “do you have pink, underdeveloped nipples?”
*
???
*
And I don’t know what happened next
nothing dramatic, nothing physical
he...
Mom was acting in a play
I helped her learn her lines
got to hang out with the cast
and I felt like the coolest kid ever
sitting on a bar stool.
Of course he was drunk,
this hilarious man I’d seen on stage
celebrating a performance well done, I guess.
My memory of the room is fuzzy
though I’ve been there often since
I only recall, “do you have pink, underdeveloped nipples?”
*
???
*
And I don’t know what happened next
nothing dramatic, nothing physical
he...
#anger
#women
#men #MeToo
#men #MeToo
635 reads
13 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 3:58pm
4th Sep 2020 3:58pm
Why do I feel like I should apologize for this??
I must have been 12 or 13
Mom was acting in a play
I helped her learn her lines
got to hang out with the cast
and I felt like the coolest kid ever
sitting on a bar stool.
Of course he was drunk,
this hilarious man I’d seen on stage
celebrating a performance well done, I guess.
My memory of the room is fuzzy
though I’ve been there often since
I only recall, “do you have pink, underdeveloped nipples?”
*
???
*
And I don’t know what happened next
nothing dramatic, nothing physical
he...
Mom was acting in a play
I helped her learn her lines
got to hang out with the cast
and I felt like the coolest kid ever
sitting on a bar stool.
Of course he was drunk,
this hilarious man I’d seen on stage
celebrating a performance well done, I guess.
My memory of the room is fuzzy
though I’ve been there often since
I only recall, “do you have pink, underdeveloped nipples?”
*
???
*
And I don’t know what happened next
nothing dramatic, nothing physical
he...
#anger
#women
#men #MeToo
#men #MeToo
635 reads
13 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
29th Jan 2020 6:05pm
29th Jan 2020 6:05pm
Melested
i never brushed my hair
until i met her
i didn’t care
i never smothered lipstick
or powder
on my delicate face
until that stare
melicious...
did i stop it? no...
why would i replace pain
with emptiness?
just more pain
so she moved within
and held me until i
melded
into one entity
hers entirely
melting
the year was fast, but months dragged on like a heavy train on broken tracks
hidden from the world
together, never to be discovered
until a faulty track uncovered
one day...
until i met her
i didn’t care
i never smothered lipstick
or powder
on my delicate face
until that stare
melicious...
did i stop it? no...
why would i replace pain
with emptiness?
just more pain
so she moved within
and held me until i
melded
into one entity
hers entirely
melting
the year was fast, but months dragged on like a heavy train on broken tracks
hidden from the world
together, never to be discovered
until a faulty track uncovered
one day...
#dark
#abuse
#MeToo
555 reads
4 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
29th Jan 2020 6:05pm
29th Jan 2020 6:05pm
Melested
i never brushed my hair
until i met her
i didn’t care
i never smothered lipstick
or powder
on my delicate face
until that stare
melicious...
did i stop it? no...
why would i replace pain
with emptiness?
just more pain
so she moved within
and held me until i
melded
into one entity
hers entirely
melting
the year was fast, but months dragged on like a heavy train on broken tracks
hidden from the world
together, never to be discovered
until a faulty track uncovered
one day...
until i met her
i didn’t care
i never smothered lipstick
or powder
on my delicate face
until that stare
melicious...
did i stop it? no...
why would i replace pain
with emptiness?
just more pain
so she moved within
and held me until i
melded
into one entity
hers entirely
melting
the year was fast, but months dragged on like a heavy train on broken tracks
hidden from the world
together, never to be discovered
until a faulty track uncovered
one day...
#dark
#abuse
#MeToo
555 reads
4 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
29th Jan 2020 6:05pm
29th Jan 2020 6:05pm
Melested
i never brushed my hair
until i met her
i didn’t care
i never smothered lipstick
or powder
on my delicate face
until that stare
melicious...
did i stop it? no...
why would i replace pain
with emptiness?
just more pain
so she moved within
and held me until i
melded
into one entity
hers entirely
melting
the year was fast, but months dragged on like a heavy train on broken tracks
hidden from the world
together, never to be discovered
until a faulty track uncovered
one day...
until i met her
i didn’t care
i never smothered lipstick
or powder
on my delicate face
until that stare
melicious...
did i stop it? no...
why would i replace pain
with emptiness?
just more pain
so she moved within
and held me until i
melded
into one entity
hers entirely
melting
the year was fast, but months dragged on like a heavy train on broken tracks
hidden from the world
together, never to be discovered
until a faulty track uncovered
one day...
#dark
#abuse
#MeToo
555 reads
4 Comments
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