I am an imperfect sculpture
Of life' beautiful scars
Frightening when viewed too close
Perhaps better glimpsed at from afar
Twisting wounds
Healed over scratches
The heart entombed by loves hand
Blood covered enchanted latches
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Please protect me from the boogeyman
Who slithers into my thoughts late at night
And forces me to wake up screaming
Little hands coiled into tight fists
Defiant, frightened and ready to fight
His hair is brown and cold eyes blue
This demon who infiltrates my dreams
There is no exorcising this monster
Who haunts my rest with evil that shines and gleams
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The Proposal 2.0
"How you act in the next few minutes,
will decide the night we face."
So I swallow down my tears,
hide the fear in my embrace.
If I falter, if I fall,
he says he’ll walk away,
But what happens next,
is a nightmare come to stay.
......
It’s still a domestic violence.
Even your head is not slammed into a wall,
And you are choked ,
Or hit by monster, and you fall.
It’s still a domestic violence.
If they degrade your pride,
Blame you what have not done,
Scream on you , and you couldn’t abide.
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Of perpetual sadness.
It is my closet and dearest companion.
Speckled writhing snakes of madness,
Melancholies gold jeweled scepter,
A dark gaunt haunting specter I am.
Walking hand in hand with betrayal,
The coy confidant of love.
Welcome to my world of voluntary isolation.
My heart plagued with constant trepidation.
......
The Proposal 2.0
"How you act in the next few minutes,
will decide the night we face."
So I swallow down my tears,
hide the fear in my embrace.
If I falter, if I fall,
he says he’ll walk away,
But what happens next,
is a nightmare come to stay.
......
Mine hands revel to fervid lecherous sighs,
softly brushing your bristle skin and vividly
stroking your flushing hair.
Yours clenching mine wrist, moaning to end
this apocalypse and your eyes dreading in
despair.
The after-hours turn mine human hands
vicious slave of the whole
......
It’s still a domestic violence.
Even your head is not slammed into a wall,
And you are choked ,
Or hit by monster, and you fall.
It’s still a domestic violence.
If they degrade your pride,
Blame you what have not done,
Scream on you , and you couldn’t abide.
......
Please protect me from the boogeyman
Who slithers into my thoughts late at night
And forces me to wake up screaming
Little hands coiled into tight fists
Defiant, frightened and ready to fight
His hair is brown and cold eyes blue
This demon who infiltrates my dreams
There is no exorcising this monster
Who haunts my rest with evil that shines and gleams
......
They may shoot her with their sarcastic words
Or cut her with their ferocious eyes
They may kill her with their hatefulness
But still, like an air she'll rise
They may hurt her, defeat her
......