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When the Night Comes
The day is fine. Filled with hope and daydreams of the future. I walk around with cares as little as what I'll eat next cuz I always have to be thinking 10 steps ahead. But when the night comes so does fear. It envelopes my positivity like an eclipse. The light and all my hope disappearing into the stomach of the night. While mine growls. I look scanning my surroundings like an animal being hunted. Alert but exhausted all at once. My steps seem louder now quickening with pace, oh I wish I had mace...to keep a distance from the man following me. Maybe I'm just overtired imagining things. I think in lost him I don't see anyone around. Breathing a sigh of relief I then feel a sharp pain in my neck of God it stings! Everything goes black. When I awaken I feel sick. There's a man on top of me. I can feel the cold air all over my basket body. I try to move or scream but my limbs are like bricks. I can't tell where I am, it's so dark. But the pain inside me is telling that nothing is right. I need to get out of here. I manage to get 1 word out. No. And I feel a cloth over my mouth. Everything goes dark...not again. When I wake this time I'm able to move. There's puke on me...I don't remember throwing up. I look around and the man is nowhere to be found. Just me and my naked body on cold crumpled leaves in the wooded area of what used to be my neighborhood. My clothes are strewn to my right side so I grab them and put them on as quickly as possible praying he doesn't come back again. I nervously scan the woods as I shove my foot into my shoes. I run to the police building and into the bathroom to lay on the floor and try to get some sleep. "You brought it on yourself!" or so I've been told by the sheep. I have work tomorrow morning. I can't let this distract me otherwise I'll never get out of this situation...this...homelessness as they call it. I can't wait until it's over, I can't wait for the sun, cuz when the night comes...out come the rapists and the bums.
By Rosemarie9 years ago in Poets
Spark
Whirlwind of emotions occupy my head A heart full of feeling It’s been a minute since it’s bled Green eyes, mirrored, reflect back at me
By Jennifer Lopez9 years ago in Poets
Portland
Oh how cruel; to see the sea behind bars, to be stolen and broken for a war on consciousness- that far precedes my pain.
By Zeno Antonius9 years ago in Poets
Storm
Stalks of wheat are punished by the hail. Winds riot against the battered pickup. Worn boots press the mud. He carries the Earth under his
By A. F. Litt9 years ago in Poets
I Am That I Am
I AM THAT I AM I am that I am, I am all that I've been, That's all I can say, about all that I am A man by the name of Descartes said, 'I think therefore I am'
By Michael Gallegos9 years ago in Poets
Beyond the Storm
My life she saved not once, but thrice. Letters in jail, heroin, and from my myself. But my reflection now- endless black eyes,
By Zeno Antonius9 years ago in Poets
If Love Was a Crime
He’s always watching. I feel his eyes bearing into my secrets. The expression emitting from his pores: He is suspicious of me. I’m the person of interest. Each time is just a slight glance, a split second glimpse taking a piece of me to investigate. My every move is under scrutiny. He barely speaks. Barely interacts. But. Always. Watching. ME.
By Abigail Akyiaw9 years ago in Poets
Whole World Has To Know
Rant behind a technology device, how cool are you? It’s clear you're seeking attention and not advice, You know it’s true,
By Chloe Urquhart9 years ago in Poets
Stone Angels
Stone Angels guard the gates of a beautiful garden. I walk down the path, past them. Do they watch me as I pass? Rain clouds start to appear and an old tree provides me with shelter. But what's this I see, past the roses? An ancient fountain dry of water.
By Roxi Riley9 years ago in Poets
You Tempted Me...
They warned me about people like you; people that say "I love you" and actually mean it, people that would never intentionally hurt their significant other. It was perfect; you were perfect. But that was the problem. You were too good, too immaculate for someone like me. I couldn't condemn you to a fate like mine, a fate full of sins. This life isn't for an angel like you, so pure and sweet, who wouldn't dare hurt a fly. I crushed you, but a temporary heartache is favorable over a damned existence. You deserve better, no matter how much I want to pull you into my darkness.
By Lainey Cilumbrello9 years ago in Poets
Locks of a Box
Locks. I am in a box. Someone knocks, do they know I am in the box? Box and locks. Locks on box. I am in a box. Locks on box.
By Philitas Ofcos9 years ago in Poets
I Miss You
I Miss you I remember when we take walks in the park Running, laughing, feeling free just you and me You would hold my hand, Sun beaming through the trees
By Erica v9 years ago in Poets