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Silent

screaming through a gag
tied on by another
years ago
"no! stop! ow."

you can't hear me
but it's not your fault
it's his
and mine

vulnerable, helpless
not in control
small and scared
dwarfed by him

disconnecting my vital parts (inside)
to keep them safe
so they can't be stolen
(like the outside was)

so they still belong to me
instead of you
and everyone else
who has come before

Author notes

i don't know if this makes sense the way i want it to.
Written October 28th, 2005

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  • November 7, 2005
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    Time, respect, understanding and a lot of trust - hard to find sometimes and never fast enough - hang in there - keep writing and find the way out of the cave. thanks for sharing


  • blkwidowsd
    November 6, 2005
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    Awesome piece!!! Very intense & powerful... well expressed
    Best Wishes

    (¯`•.Tracey.•´¯)

  • melancholyjenn
    November 3, 2005
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    I really like this one. I know you were freaking out about it sounding right and saying what you wanted it to say and I really think that you accomplished that. It's one of the best that I've seen you write. I liked the style you did of a few "long" lines followed my just a couple words. It works well with what you are trying to get across.


  • EveJustWantedToKnow
    October 29, 2005
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    yeah. thanks.

    ~Kate

  • Brokenpen
    October 29, 2005
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    awesome write

    the way i took it was you were hurt before and taken advantage of. and now find it hard to open up or love the way you know that is inside you.. good write i like it. thank you for sharing your words with me...


  • EveJustWantedToKnow
    October 29, 2005
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    except i'm not in tact. and it effects every time afterwards.

    ~Kate


  • Image and Visions silver member
    October 29, 2005
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    baby, though I undstood at least partially the intent vulnerable, helpless feeling, it didn't really connect and draw the reader in. I know you said it was a work in progress so I hope you'l not take offense. image and Visions


  • NoWayJo
    October 29, 2005
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    i know you mentioned "work in progress," and that's pretty much how I feel. it's incomplete as to drawing in the emotion of the reader, and for that you need images which the reader can actually SEE and resolution in some sense, whether good or bad. I'd love to re-read this again when it's finished and see how it came along, OK?

    Jo


  • Annalise
    October 29, 2005
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    Felt it, been there, have come back...patched and no longer bleeding scars. Deeply sad, it's hard to come back from moments that imprint themselves in our minds, souls, and whatnots. This is a very nicely written account of such an imprint.

    Bestest of wishes and all that other mushy, gushy stuff ~Meli~


  • NooNiThEWitcH
    October 28, 2005
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    a very sad and dark poem
    but nicely written.. (although it got me lost the first time i read it... but it must be the time (6:30 am now) lol)

    as for the title... i am very bad at giving titles even to my own poetry lol ... but i'll try:

    *helpless and vulnerable
    *unheard screams
    *silent screams

    keep on writing

    Nooni


  • bookdragon
    October 28, 2005
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    Defient

    I loved this poem!!!! It is full of not only the pain of abuse but defience.Not allowing the abuser to have all of you. Keeping the you inside intact inspite of it all. I would call it either Unbroken or My Vital Parts

  • Nathans lullaby
    October 28, 2005
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    Screams turn to silence, my last breath, leave what you love, before beauty or before my last breath. Well those are just some suggestions, I liked the dark form of this poem and I know at times we all feel helpless,well good luch with nameing this,

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