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 Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 7:08 pm
 While talking with a few other Rape Survivors from Gaia and from other places in the world, I have learned that as rape victims, we often tend to write about our emotions, and how we feel about what happened, about why we think it happened that way... and mostly, about how we want others to see us.
Here is the place where you can leave you poetry.
Go ahead,
Rant out in rhyme,
Or limerick your sorrow.
Give us a nice haiku and tell us how you feel.
We understand, and we're here to help.
Also, here is where you can have your beautiful poetry be appreciated and we will recognize your poetic talent.
We are victims no more.
We are survivors.
Now, charm us with your beautiful poetry. c:
Remember; no one will judge you here, and you can keep your poetry safe.
Submit your poetry to me, via PM.
Please have the Title of your piece, and the actual poem itself.
I can also add in the Font Art for your title if you'd like to doll-it-up a bit.
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 7:23 pm
With the permission of P i n o c h u;
I will post one of her poems. She had given me the honor of reading it via PMs, and I found it to be one of the most beautiful poems I have yet to read.
 Yes, the man did say,
Depression is my ill;
And to act a normal way...
I must take a nightly pill.
Despite the pills I take,
The medicines to heal,
My heart and soul still ache,
And I hate the way I feel.
Whii-Ahh, Whii-Ahh.
Still through a dark sky,
Depression floats above,
And with the stars it travels high,
As swiftly as a dove.
The sanguinary bloodiness,
How sluggishly does drip,
Sticky, sweaty, ugliness
Still rested at the hip.
Whii-Ahh, Whii-Ahh.
Head to the ground, Eyes are wide
And the night so cold you shiver,
The waters trembling with the tide,
Bottom lips are at a quiver.
No more control of my own self,
No more recognizing me.
I feel aloof, watching from a shelf.
Let Go! And set me free!
What are these hands that I posses?
These feet upon I tread?
The hair off my shoulder dress,
The lining of my head.
Whii-Ahh, Whii-Ahh.
Depersonalization.
What will become of me?
Derealization.
Will I ever be free?
So still my heavy tears,
Come falling to the ground,
Yet surrounded with my fears,
I cannot hear a sound.
Whii-Ahh, Whii-Ahh.
I cannot feel the gash,
That cold metal thrust.
Its fresh and bloody hash...
Myself I cannot trust.
Now my vision gone,
My breath is softening too...
I only hope you know,
This life belongs to you.
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 8:31 pm
I love your poem,and here is my horrible attempt at poetry.
I hope you guys like it -w-
Our hearts bleed black.
while the world leans back.
and watches our misery.
we suffer every day.
and all for no aveil.
we were given life for a purpose.
but all seems so worthless.
our lives are like a book.
it soon begins.
and comes to a tragic end.
we cry our crimson tears.
in hopes we will be saved from our fears.
when every day seems so pointless.
when every day we must be abused.
is there truly a point in this gift called "life".
but there is a point to everything.
and finding it is the test.
make this your quest.
and allow your heart to be at rest.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 2:53 pm
I wrote a few more poems during class when i couldn't concentrate.
Pleasant raindrops
Fall from high,
Darkening a gentle sky,
Letting out it's gentle tears,
Clearing out it's silent fears.
A cry of pain that no one hears.
A sound not heard by human ears.
And what happens in the midnight reef,
Something gentle, soft and brief.
Only here is there relief,
Only here is there nothing to keep.
No pain, no sorrow, though the sky does cry...
Only here is the place, where souls can't die.
Only here they can rest, only here can they hide.
Only here can the stars let loose from the sky.
There is no more thunder, no cracks from above,
There is no more hurt. There is only love.
Only here am I wanted, only here can I stay...
And here is where my body will whither away.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 2:58 pm
Gender Confusion.
Don't look at me that way,
You don't know what you do.
You make it look as though...
I do not look like you.
I am not confused!
Not in the least bit!
I'm not a woman, I am a man!
Please stop confusing it!
Women are weak, they are shallow,
And stupid nonetheless,
No longer one of them, am I,
No longer do address.
I am a man, despite these curves..
This body that betrays me,
I was a girl, but now no more.
A woman, I shall not be.
If I were stronger, if I were a boy...
He would not have hurt me so.
I may have a figure, a fragile body...
But I am most manly as ever.
Yes, I am Catherine but despite the name...
A woman I shall be, never!
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 3:11 pm
This is the poem I had written in a language familiar to me.
However, I had it translated to Korean, which is UNfamiliar to me. A translator was used.
This poem has no meaning.
내 마음은 분명하다.
지금은 긴장하지 않았어.
내가 숨쉴.
머리 색깔은 밝은있다.
내 피부가 분명하다.
울지 좋아.
맑은 마음.
인식
넌 젊어.
당신은 공격 당하고있다.
당신을 사랑합니다.
난 당신에게 그걸 내가 찍읍시다. "
당신
사망했다.
나
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 4:00 pm
Misty
Are my
Eyes of color.
Wet with tears
Of missing you.
Yesterday the sun
Shone bright, today is
Filled with dark of night. I
Need to hear your voice again,
To have you kiss my lips like then.
Sadness shows upon my face. Teardrops
Found a perfect place. People care but they
Don't know just how deep my sorrows flow. I
Wish that you could see me cry, maybe then you'd
Take back goodbye. Somehow I'll get through the
Sorrow and all the dew teardrops that flow. Mem-
ories somehow give peace, still one tear slides
Down my face. I catch it and remember when
You dried my tears with love back then.
I'll always love you, come what may,
Just as much as yesterday
and I'll remember ever
touch as much.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 3:51 pm
I came up with this idea after a session with my counselor.... the words just flowed out of me.... but i couldn't think of an ending, so the one it has is kinda rushed.... it's symbolic that my story isn't quite over.... so if my story is not over, how can this poem ever have an end? A Note To You You'll Never Read
You haunt my dreams
You stalk my days
My memories of you
They never fade
Leave you behind
I know I should
But even if i wanted to
I don't think I could
Forgiving and forgetting
My life that was
How much farther?
Destroy my life, yes it does
A shadow behind me
There's darkness ahead
Your actions against me
Make me wish i were dead
I still want to forget
With my whole being
But it's harder than it looks
Your acts were obscene
Look at me now
I'm slowly dying
My smile is so fake
Inside I'm crying
Pretending is my new life
Acting my new game
Everyone believes I'm fine
They don't know I'm insane
You left me here bleeding
With no childhood
I want you to read this
So my pain is understood hope it is good, especially compared to Pinochu
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 8:27 pm
I think I post here too often. xD
How To Cry:
Come with me and we'll see how,
Tears have been falling until now,
And perhaps maybe we will see,
Why everyone cries except me.
Why everyone else can seem to tear,
Making that noise that we all hear.
And it breaks inside my heart,
Always feeling so apart.
Can someone please,
Please teach me..
How to cry.
Babies making noises in their cribs,
Doctors, dissecting bones and broken ribs,
The warmth of the sun,
Everyone is having fun.
Yet throughout all of this gay...
I can't help but feel this way...
And I swear I'm going to break.
Come with me and we'll see how,
Tears have been falling until now,
And perhaps maybe we will see,
Why everyone cries except me.
Why everyone else can seem to tear,
Making that noise that we all hear.
And it breaks inside my heart,
Always feeling so apart.
Can someone please,
Please teach me..
How to cry.
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