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[My ears begin blaring]

My ears begin blaring,
those chilling sounds that recoil memories
and I find myself haunted by a past;
I did not choose this life.

It was of discontentment
awakening in your blood,
my clothes lay shredded
and torn,
it was not my desire;
(powerless and weak)
you violated,
and still you domineer;
each word you speak
leaves me inferior
and sick,
I am not your whore.
My sole depression,
your main desire;
but my eyes protect me
as I blackout each night,
only the sounds of you breathing
and the screams within my heart
revive these nightmares;
just another victim,
I am so ashamed.

And yet again,
my ears begin blaring...

Author notes

I can't elaborate on this, I have never told a soul...


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  • XxforsakenXhatexX
    July 24, 2007
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    its was good i would love to hear more but i understand if you dont want to elaborate


  • Dead Star--x
    July 23, 2007
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    well it takes a lot to even write your story believe me its one of the first steps


  • Ignis Corpus
    July 17, 2007

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    wow this is a good poem, i loved it, and i can realte to this poem very well, good job on this piece and good luck in this contes


    • My Darkness
      July 17, 2007
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      you can relate very well? ...wow, that's horrible, i'm sorry...


  • and the tide rises
    July 15, 2007

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    I admit I did not anticipate this type of confession in the contest.

    I'm hesitant to comment on content because your author notes discourage it. So, I will say that the confessional tone is wonderful in that it reveals details about the situation that you may or may not have intended. Honesty in any form of writing has that tendency & it is my inclination to think that you are being honest here. Not that anything specific is revealed, the information is ambiguous, but as a narrative, it cycles back to the beginning, which conveys a continuation of the same situation or an inability to cycle out of the residual emotions. My main point in focusing on this is that I love it & think it works well.


  • whispernthedark Greeters member
    July 7, 2007

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    I hope this helps you. good luck.

    violated is misspelled.

    love you ♥
    whisper


    • My Darkness
      July 7, 2007
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      thank you... and you have no idea how long this has been waiting to be told... =) i love you


  • Shane Toona
    July 6, 2007

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    Powerful

    This work, in conjunction with your others, convey much loathing, regret, and great struggle. I like very much how you seem to use your poetry as a catalyst for self and spiritual evolution. "Shedding skin," if you would. Very powerful piece. I hope this affirmation brings you closer to brings you an inward peace.

  • wb hickock
    July 5, 2007
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    Damn good

    This is a very painful poem. Well Done. Good job and keep writeing


  • darell
    July 5, 2007

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    Arousing!

    Mmm! The mood of this piece is dark
    and passionate. The struggle between need
    and integrity makes it most intriguing.
    We all have been there. A place of total shame
    and humiliation. Caught up in the web of desire
    and the need for sexual healing. Nice work


  • Sesheta
    July 5, 2007

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    This is a very powerful, very dark piece that instantly overwhelmed me. In some very small way I identify with the words spoken, but very few can really understand the full meaning and horror of your words. Best of luck in the contest~


  • Blood Magick
    July 5, 2007

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    Nothing in this world can ever prepare us for what life throws at us. This is one of those things that can never be forgotten, can never be washed away, can never be left without a thought. It should never be taken easily, and anyone that does, is crazy. I know what it's like, just through my girlfriend. She was raped too, and the judge said it was concensual. Rape is nothing to laugh at, and if you cry, you have a heart. I cried, because this is something that should never be left alone, and the punishment for such things should be the express lane for execution. Taking someones innocence is the worst form of torture that leaves a person scarred for life. I cried when I read this, but I did not feel sorry, all I can do is try and imagine the pain, and fail. I do not feel sorry, and I do not take pity, but I do feel, and now I feel more, thanks to your poem.

    Thank you, and may the rest of your life be a sheltered peace, as far as peace go's for you...

    Blood Magick


  • lyrical-rebel
    July 5, 2007

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    Im sorry that u went/go through all this... but im lgad u find poetry the medium to vent... if u do ever find the need to talk plz dont hesitate to IM me...
    As for the poem... its well written... u have truly reflected ur feelings well... very frank and open way of writin... it absorbs ppl in n doesnt let go until ur done tellin ur story... loved the title n the endin...
    Hope things turn for the better...
    Ruu


  • robert bolin
    July 5, 2007

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    To be raped and have to live with that secret is hell in it's self, We are the victims that time forgot and
    We are left to bare these scars quietly amongst our peers because we feel ashamed of what society will think of us, And we are wrong to judge our selves this way we are the victims, And we have a right to
    Let the world know we will not hold onto these secrets anymore without one hell of a fight and the devil can shove that up his stinking ass because we did not ask to be molested and torn apart by the devils hands, This is a very deep dark write that shows how deep ones scars can run when hidden away like this and I am sorry that this has happened to anyone, thank you for sharing your work with us here on ap and allowing me to read and comment on your work.


  • Whyitt U
    July 5, 2007

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    Man, this one brought tears to my eyes...I am soo sorry that you went through this...you should not be ashamed...and you should not keep it bottled up inside. I'm sorry, I don't mean to give advice, I've never been through anything like this, but if this is what I think it is...it saddens me and inferiates me, and you should really talk to someone who can help you. This poem is amazing...so full of emotion and hate and pain, it's really gripping...an amazing write!

    Wyatt xxx

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