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Breaking NewsBreaking News.

That's somebody's mother.

Who was beaten and raped by another

Individual who couldn't control their seedy sexual desires.

Just because you can't smell the stench of burning skin.

Doesn't mean this world isn't intrinsically on fire.

That's somebody's daughter.

Who was kidnapped, molested and tortured.

By another who couldn't control their dishevelled cravings.

Super heros do not exist in this reality.

Does that mean this world is not worth saving?

That's somebody's father.

Who was shot by another individual who would rather

Resort to violence to settle a trivial dispute.

The things humans can do to each other.

No

Domestic AbuseDomestic Abuse.

He's not able to control his temper.
A blank canvas is all he is able to remember.
Absolute rage consumes his mind refusing any sort of reasoning to enter.
Her dad did the same to her mum, so she attributes it to the nature of his gender.
She has now been admitted four times to A and E since last December.
Abusive love is all she knows; she was never given the chance to experience anything better.

She always forgives him.
Her friends warned her but her heart just wouldn't listen.
He has a hold over her that's why she is not able to resist him.
She condemns her friends as to swift and hasty to dismiss him.
Even tho

Short-LivedShort-Lived.

Has it got to take a sudden death of a loved one.

For us to realise how fickle and unpredictable life is.

Despite our best efforts to delude and cowardly run.

We may share our lives with others but we are destined to be divided.

Life and death are both a part of a mutual consented sum.

Money will come and go but we all know what the fixed price is.

So although you may think the worst is yet to come.

No matter the occasion whether it be

Difficult
Distasteful
Distressing
Or disastrous.

At least we were graciously gi

SurvivalSurvival.

Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.

Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.

We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.

We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.

We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as w

L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.

It swallows you whole,
Exceeds your control.
Apprehends your soul,
Until it has taken its toll.

It’s an overwhelming feeling.
That is made to be appealing
And you can’t help revealing,
The doubts you are concealing.

It’s an undefined dimple
And a well known jingle.
But only when you are single
Does it all seem so simple.

It is one of life’s many gifts,
That empowers and uplifts
And can lead you adrift.
Should you miss your shift.

It is impossible to describe it.
It is impossible to fight it.
Because once it is ignited
And once you have tried it.

It will take your independence.
You will become used to it

The BulliedThe Bullied.

He never enjoyed going to school.
He used to bunk whenever he had the chance.
Although he was not one for breaking the rules.
He refused to submit to their ignorant demands.

He told his teachers about his problems.
How he got bullied every lunch and break time.
They said they would find a rapid way to solve them.
Somehow his confessions filtered through the grape vine.

The bullying became more intense and extreme.
He began wearing long sleeved t-shirts to hide the marks.
He knew his parents would only label him as a troubled teen.
But he yearned for their understanding and supportive remarks.

Eventually he tried tal

ObsoleteObsolete.

Everyone is too wrapped in their own lives to even care about yours.

But what they fail to remember is that this earth is only the first of many floors.

Tears cascade, smiles appear and fade while the universe continues to ignore,

As they impatiently knock and wait outside life's man made divisible door.

So when they become to self involved in the successes of their own cause.

Just remember this world,

This univ

Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.

I thrive and depend on your compliments

And it is only then as a direct consequence,

Am I truly able to write with confidence.

Even though your words are only temporary.

I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,

In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.

My own validation depends on your approval.

Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.

Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.

Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?

When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?

How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?

Of a craft and skill I still think any

Free WillFree Will.

Is free will a devout gift or a curse?

Was it free will that granted a desperate man to steal an old lady's purse?

Was it free will that resulted in multiple bodies carried in a hearse?

Was it free will that justified a police officer to shoot the accused first?

Was it free will that allowed a family man's mentality to be so perverse?

Could this world of ours get any worse?

Free will gives us the chance for all of us to be distinctive.

But as a consequence people can act corruptive and vindictive.

But without this choice, our lives would be constrained and restrictive.

Undoubtedly these two differing perspectives are cont

Living a Lie.Living a Lie.

You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.

When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.

As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.

You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.

But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool

Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than tw

A Step Too FarA Step Too Far.

She just couldn't take it anymore.
She threw her purse and her child's lunch box on to the floor

Of the fourth storey of the local car parking complex.
The lord only knows what will possibly happen next.

She begins tugging on her hair furiously in agitation.
Talking to herself having an in depth conversation.

Pacing up and down and aggressively talking in tongues.
Labelling herself as an unfit lover and mother to her husband and son.

Tears begin to cascade from her face violently.
She didn't tell her husband about her woes instead she chose to silently

Keep it to herself and let it eat her up inside.
But eventually

Abuduction.Abduction.

Another convicted paedophile free to walk again.

Currently living by a primary school looking for some new prey to stalk again.

Masks himself as a confidant, someone that the children can call a friend.

Specialises in seducing and lulling its victims in to a false sense of security.

With an ulterior motive driven to defile and desecrate their innocence and purity.

How is this ungodly predator somehow able to evade all configurations of authority?

No one is capable of figuring out why this predator has these vile and vindictive thoughts.

No one can possibly understand how much torture and suffering his actions have brought.

HerstoryHer-story

I can't describe to you how much I love her.
I actually feel nauseous just at the thought of her even thinking of another.
In all my short life I never even thought I would ever discover.
A woman that I would be proud to name as my baby's mother.
I know that if I were to hypothetically loose everything, we would still have each other
And it is my chest only that she will caress under the cover.
Of course we are bound to argue and I will occasionally confront her.
Although I might not say it, I might even imagine her being someone else's lover.
And it's because of my insecurity and paranoia I end up making her suffer.
I'm j

LimelightLimelight.

Why do we go for the things we're not supposed to?

             Why are we attracted to things our parents are opposed too?

                       Why can't we control the things we are unknowingly exposed too?

                              How come despite our best efforts, we can be fully composed to

Inside Out.Inside Out.

Do you love my insides?
You know the parts you can’t see.

The parts that constructively divide,
All the places where you can’t be.

Do you love my internals?
You know all my unexploited crevices.

All the words I leave out of my journal.
The soft tissue areas that offer no benefits.

Do you love my fleshy, raw fillings?
You know the boring and bloody parts.

The features that are not made for kissing.
The invisible strokes that add to this body of art.

You see it’s my exterior that attracts you
But it’s my interior that made this possible.

So when my insecurities inadvertently attack you,
Don’t be

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Despite the consequences,
Internal and external scars.

We fall in hope someone will catch us.
Protect us from the concrete jungle that is life.

There is no guarantee you will be caught forever.
We only hope for this outcome,
Falling with your eyes closed;

To block out reality
To block out the fear;
To block out the truth.

Fall with one eye open
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Arguments arise from nothing.
Sinister facial expressions appear,
Bodies stiffen in to a recluse.
Tears cascade in rage,
The point is lost.
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Fingers steer accusingly,
Vocal volumes increase.

Forgetting why it all started.
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Always looking for a reaction
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Indecisive and complicated
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Her lips are potent.
I could love her potentially,

Eye contact initiated
Our hands connected
Each others company appreciated
Minds fully erected

I real her towards me
Arms around her waist
This was meant to be
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Lips intertwine.
Eyes close,
Her hands run down my spine,
Totally engrossed.

The first of many to come
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I don't think they realised.
Realised at one stage there words would be studied in great detail,
They just wrote

Shakespeare, Coleridge, Wordsworth, Sylvia Plath
None of them knew that some day there work would be worshipped and criticised.
They couldn't have known their words would become timeless and immortal.

Now each word has a new meaning;
A meaning which may not have been initially intended.
Its amazing how an impact of a comma can make a difference,

Metaphors explored in new ways,
Similes expanded on and questioned.
Imagery perceived through different eyes

Some try to understand the authors mindset,
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A full stop next to a capital letter
Or perhaps the enjambment of a line.
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The next chapter of a never ending epic

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A chance to start again.
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Self-Inflicted

by *KelaLewis-Morin, Sep 6, 2012, 2:49:19 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

Self-Inflicted

I just hate myself.
  I hate the life that I lead.
    I hate the things that I've done.
      I keep trying to figure out.

       Where it is exactly that I went wrong.
    No matter how hard I try to evade
  And blame others for my actions.
At some point I am forced to accept.

  That the problem resides within me
    And the answer remains absent.
      I am the common dominator.
        I am the back stabbing selfish traitor.

      It's nothing to do with how I was raised
    Or the credentials and intentions of my creators.
  We choose our own paths.
We make our own decisions.

  It is only us that determine what kind of life we lead.
    There may be external influences
      But they only offer an easily accessible route.
         That at the time seems undeniably desirable.

       However deep down we know
     It will never work out.
   It's an obstacle we deliberately collide into.
We allow ourselves to be seduced.

   We willingly submit to the negativity
     That motionlessly builds momentum.
        Resulting in us pushing everyone away.
          Refusing any sort of assistance.

       Wallowing purposely in a void of self-pity.
   Stewing in the snare of silence.
Detached from any form of attachment.

And even though they might not say it
    They might not even be necessarily thinking it
        In my mind all I would envision them whispering is…

Look at you feeling sorry for yourself.

Look at you candidly deteriorating your own health.

Look at you constantly complaining about your lack of wealth.

Look at you wishing you were someone else.

Look at you being selfish and resisting any form of help.

Look at you hating yourself.

Kela lewis-morin

Self-Inflictedby *KelaLewis-Morin

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

This piece was inspired by the many low points in my life. And although on the grander schemes of things our problems seem miniscule and obselete. It is all we know and all we will ever experience. I think well I hope that you guys out there can relate to how I feel because I beleive everyone has those dark moments in your life. Where you feel that there is no way out and finally realising that it all comes downs to you. I hope it works and I hope you guys like it and no I am not always this depressing sometimes I just can't help it lol

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~cskadoz Sep 22, 2012 General Artist

like the 'saw teeth' -- way cool voice tone vision composition form & flow!

*SylvanSmith Sep 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Very well written. Sometimes worrying about ourselves is just as self absorbed as narcissism- it is the other side of the same ego coin. Buddhists might say that the idea is to try to eliminate the ego, or its dependency on the disdain or approval of society and people.

*Mabogunje Sep 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I can definitely relate.
But I don't get the indentation thing.
What's that supposed to signify?

~ArcoIris-Gato Sep 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I can definetly relate to this.
I'm in a downer period at the moment, but it's not all bad, it's just hard to keep my head up, and keep on walking..
But hopefully it'll all be over soon~

~isasongs Sep 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is amazing. I know how you feel and everything in this poem is true. It's what everybody thinks I guess.
Very well written!

=EvelynTaliette Sep 9, 2012 Student Writer

We make ourselves, this much is true. Sometimes we feel bad for ourselves even though we know we can fix it and all of it is our own fault. Lovely poem, you certainly have a gift for writing.

~jtcheney Sep 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I've never found a piece that so adequately reflected exactly how I feel about my own life. This piece reached inside me, and affected me in a way I didn't expect it too. Thank you for sharing. I only can wish you well in all your endeavors, kindred spirit.

~CapnKelKel Sep 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

That's amazing. I love it.

~Awayfromtrouble Sep 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Well
That'S something to hurt others when we are aware of
But to change is even harder
I know a bit about it
Maybe you had to change a lot in your life
But you are right people sometimes expect more about others than they do about themselves

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