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Submitted by Esperanza
End a poem with the line:
'When does a man become a monster?'
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He didn’t mean it, he was having a bad day
The source of his bad day he wouldn’t say
Silence is golden but also extremely toxic
When she spoke he would change the topic
An all consuming anger let loose habitually
Psychologically, the abuse was continuously
A circle of tournament, remaining unsquared
Waiting on an apology, which was never shared
It wouldn’t have made an ounce of a differen...
(TW: political topics)
Saw the news today.
One human being.
Dead.
Because of you.
But then..?
You?
And then who’s side
Am I on ?
Blue tears every night
Or
Red blood on the streets
Of course you are the
B
A
D
guy
TWENTY YEARS OLD?
how does something like this happen?
you were only 20
and the dead guy had a family
and you probably did too
but of course violence is never the answer
...
When does a man become an angel
Is it when he loves
And Cares
And helps
Does a man become an angel
when he admits is wrong doings
And when he Helps the homeless on the street
Does Jesus make him an angel when he
stops someone from making a mistake
or opens his eyes to the lord
But some men never become angels
Some men hurt their brothers
and kill their mothers
some men would rather die than to ...
Trigger warning this poem touches on vivid pictures that could be distressing to some viewers.
The roars of arguments engulf the walls. The slamming of door and banging of floors.
The bruises on my skin the only proof of his sin. The words that escape his mouth cut deep leaving long lasting wounds .
Your sinful games as you brush your hands across my skin.
The never ending lies that wrap arou...
I’ve always had difficulty
with men who claim different stories.
Difficulty with men like you.
Because your version of robbing a bank,
includes the two of us.
And only half would be accused.
And only half walks away bruised.
But you walk away with more words to cuss
because you’re the guilty one.
I’m the one accused.
You’re the one who got away.
I’m the one abused,
because you didn’t want me to...
**it's been four years and i don't know how to say the word ' rape '**
it's like the game i used to play circa . 09' . back of the playground, kids surrounding us to hide. the girl in the bubblegum skirt would slap my hands and i'd try not to cry. my face burning red hot as i sat there, her voice sticking onto my blonde tenth tooth memories. ' don't let them see you hurt . '
your tongue and my ...
I was born on March 29th
My head full of hair and my eyes open wide
You saw me first, you proudly say
So why, oh why do you treat me this way?
I learn to write and paint with pride
My teacher says that I have learned to thrive
You say it’s a waste to send me to school
Mama says no and pays all the dues
You love my writings, you love my laugh
You and I click in a way that others couldn’t have
I ...
Am I a monster
How would I know
When I become to low
When does man become a monster
Monster
A word that strikes a blow
Will I be to slow
For when does man become a monster
I ponder
For I want to ask
But I put on a mask
Yet when does man become a monster
Will I ever get an answer
Or will I be to slow
Will I ever know
When does man become a monster
I think I have the answer
I was to slow
N...
He was walking on clouds of sublime, validating the deceptions of his mind.
It was the first time, but it wouldn’t be the last of his crime.
Because if he was being honest, what was once his conscience, was no longer an ever constance.
His soul began to crack, but his evil hands remained intact.
Admiring the blade’s corrosion caused by his tragedies that were left unspoken.
As his transgre...
I sit on the cold tiled floor of my bathroom, clutching my knees to my chest. I frantically look around, trying to name five things I can see and hear.
Air vent.
Shower head.
Curtains.
That’s all I see. My chest heaves up and down in a panic and my tears are staining my ripped shirt.
His touch is engrained in my skin. I can still feel his saliva in my mouth. I can hear his laugh from here.
If ...
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