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Submitted by Esperanza
End a poem with the line:
'When does a man become a monster?'
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The floor falls toward me
I try to block the fall
But I fail
My head hits the table.
I try to stand up
My legs fall away.
He laughs,
I hear a scream.
My close cropped hair,
Scar freckled body,
Overgrown muscles,
Various tattoos
I match him.
He also has scars
And muscles
And tattoos
The difference is,
It’s his foot
And my ribs
It’s not his pain.
The problem is, I don’t know,
Yet I ask a thous...
When does a man become a monster?
A man that hurts you with his words
With his hands
Roams free
A man your afraid of
A man that cheats
Is still human
A man that leaves bruises
A man that makes you feel your worst
Moves on like normal
He is not a monster to everybody
So when does a man become a monster?...
When does a man become a monster?
Is it when he first tastes the apple of sin, or when he plants the seeds of that fruit in the earth?
When he contaminates the very ground he walks upon, is it then that scales form on his flesh?
When he can't scrape the blood from beneath his fingernails, is it then that the horns grow upon his head?
Does a man truly become a monster?
Or was the ground alread...
every day repeats itself
like a book on the shelf
that i keep rereading
yearning for an answer
to my undying desire
the more i reach the more i end up bleeding
if i stain your hands red,
would it make you want them instead?
i don’t want to see you leaving
my bones are broken and sharp
as i try to heal they only do harm
why are you already grieving?
i bandage myself up
i drink again from that...
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
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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 ...
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