Poets in Motion
We’re celebrating National Poetry Month with our first poetry contest. Submit your most artistic, emotional, or hilarious original poetry inspired by movement—whatever that means to you. Use #VocalNPM to enter.
London Bridge—If You Forget About Me
Medieval methods of torture have since been illegalized, yet I find myself laid to rest in this crevice. The deepest parts of me that you use to commend me for keeping so hidden are now singed onto the most exposed layer of my skin.
By Bianca Loveless7 years ago in Poets
Scars
You can see the scars on my arm so you could say that as a child I scarred and was scarred but it was only me and you in that equation cuz our relationship ended so abrupt it left me unable to even masturbate because believe me heartbreak makes you feel like everything's at stake but with relationships it's either break it off or make it to the top and you feel like you're flying high in the sky when really it's a lie because because people don't respect each other like they used to and everything's fucked up and life's too cruel and you end up just getting used and abused even if it's not physical your heart gets bruised quite literally too and it's your life that you rue and you wonder why you were even born and you're torn between keeping on strong, just barely chugging along or just ending it all and finish in the wrong and you try to hide it deep inside and cover it up with humor that are also subtle jokes but in reality you go home and you choke and you're broke and so is your family and there's just so much frustration and there becomes a dedication to blaming everything on you and again comes the abuse emotional sure but there's physical too and you go to school and everything becomes a ruse and you hide behind drugs and eventually booze and it's just this vicious cycle that never ever ends of self abuse emotional sure but physical too
By PTJ The Pharaoh Prince7 years ago in Poets
