That was really good!
I loved it!
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Rape
Started by
Ectomy
, Feb 06 2010 11:41 AM
#41
Posted 03 May 2010 - 06:48 PM
#42
Posted 03 May 2010 - 06:52 PM
I love the ending.
It's like closure.
Detailed, beautifully written.
It's like closure.
Detailed, beautifully written.
#43
Posted 07 May 2010 - 11:53 AM
Wow. No wonder this deserves to be in best. That's amazingly well written. You're very powerful. This reminds me of several poets and one singer, all who have very powerful voices.
^That paragraph made me shiver. I've heard several multiple rape case stories and this is exactly what alot of people thought, they've said. I'm so sorry for you.
If any of your work ever gets published (Which, if it's all as amazing as this, it should be) then let us know. This is really gripping stuff.
QUOTE
Hands all over me, like raindrops or a shower running over my skin. You might as well be made of fire.
I can't help but feel like this s what I want. Can't help but feel like sex with you isn't that bad. Is it
Because I'm used to it? Used to you? I used to go somewhere else in my mind but now I
Stay here mentally with you as you find what you were looking for between my legs
And move your hands back and forth over it, preparing me for what you'll do.
I can't help but feel like this s what I want. Can't help but feel like sex with you isn't that bad. Is it
Because I'm used to it? Used to you? I used to go somewhere else in my mind but now I
Stay here mentally with you as you find what you were looking for between my legs
And move your hands back and forth over it, preparing me for what you'll do.
^That paragraph made me shiver. I've heard several multiple rape case stories and this is exactly what alot of people thought, they've said. I'm so sorry for you.
If any of your work ever gets published (Which, if it's all as amazing as this, it should be) then let us know. This is really gripping stuff.
#44
Posted 21 May 2010 - 03:28 PM
I fell across this poem and it reminded me of a lot of things. I understand the pain as if it was the thorn to the rose itself. I take this poem as a negative but bring it to mind as positive, how? People are not alone in disadvantages like so. I admire you and it. It was like a biography for myself besides im of the female sex. I seek things of this rase for i feel as i can share the haunting memories. I look at it as a lesson and truths of my story for i killed him later in hope end time. The telepathy is strong but i glare at people as yourself of a seeking hope. Thank You (Skylight)
#45
Posted 01 June 2010 - 05:34 AM
wow that was amazingly vivid and i am so sorry!!
If you ever want to talk pm me... always here ( Millions and millions of flowers ) sadly they don't have flower emoticons here....
If you ever want to talk pm me... always here ( Millions and millions of flowers ) sadly they don't have flower emoticons here....
#46
Posted 07 June 2010 - 01:56 PM
This is so visceral and fluent. The language and the imagery is outstanding. An amazing poem.
#47
Posted 08 June 2010 - 05:04 PM
QUOTE (Dark Angel Spirit @ Jun 7 2010, 04:56 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
This is so visceral and fluent. The language and the imagery is outstanding. An amazing poem.
Thank you so much ^^
#48
Posted 11 July 2010 - 06:07 PM
QUOTE (Emo-carebearbaby @ Feb 6 2010, 02:06 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
OMG i can feel the pain its so vivid great detail its awesome
im so sory about what happend how old were u..?
#49
Posted 24 July 2010 - 01:14 AM
your poem made me cry and made me say this to u i hope u dont mind no one has a right to do that to u. I was raped too more than once. If u need a pair of ears u know where i am ok. take care
#50
Posted 24 July 2010 - 01:17 AM
Hi. Ive read your peom and it made me cry. I just wanted to say this to you. No one has the right to do that to you ok. I understand because I was raped too more than once. So if you need a pair of ears or a shoulder to cry on. You know where I am.
#51
Posted 06 August 2010 - 03:03 PM
wow this was kinda hard to read, both of my parents were raped when they were kids and sexually messed with by their parents and nieghbors and stuff like that, I' ve had tat kind of stuff shoved into my brain my whole life and I've nearly been raped by one of my friend's brother, I can't imainge it actually happening though! ur truly a strong and brave person to put that on the internet for people to read and I really admire ur courage when u did this, this was moving and a bit difficult to read since I could imagine the whole thing happening as I read it, amazing job though
#52
Posted 19 October 2010 - 12:46 PM
Very detailed, I could imagine it in my mind.
Plus, I'm sorry you had to go through it. It isn't right.
Thus, it was very well written with your powerful words.
Goosebumps. (:
Plus, I'm sorry you had to go through it. It isn't right.
Thus, it was very well written with your powerful words.
Goosebumps. (:
#53
Posted 05 November 2010 - 05:39 PM
when you said details you meant
im sorry if this really happened
but i could really feel the pain
The pain it felt good but not causing it your self was the disapointment we can talk if you wanna
-Sick & twisted but in a cool way
im sorry if this really happened
but i could really feel the pain
The pain it felt good but not causing it your self was the disapointment we can talk if you wanna
-Sick & twisted but in a cool way
#54
Posted 05 November 2010 - 06:11 PM
QUOTE (XXDeadAngelXX @ Nov 5 2010, 09:39 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
when you said details you meant
im sorry if this really happened
but i could really feel the pain
The pain it felt good but not causing it your self was the disapointment we can talk if you wanna
-Sick & twisted but in a cool way
im sorry if this really happened
but i could really feel the pain
The pain it felt good but not causing it your self was the disapointment we can talk if you wanna
-Sick & twisted but in a cool way
...Sick and twisted?
And you're disappointed that it wasn't about self inflicted pain?
I might just be overreacting...
#55
Posted 06 November 2010 - 03:43 PM
Reading that makes me want to shoot myself then throw myself off a cliff. I am so sorry:(
#56
Posted 07 November 2010 - 10:59 AM
QUOTE (tinacarol @ Nov 6 2010, 01:20 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
I am looking for friendship, laughter and fun. Anyone game?
Then let me know!
Look forward to 'meeting' you all, Carol from Personal Loans!
Then let me know!
Look forward to 'meeting' you all, Carol from Personal Loans!
Carol, shut up, no one cares
QUOTE (Emo Noir @ Nov 6 2010, 06:43 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Reading that makes me want to shoot myself then throw myself off a cliff. I am so sorry:(
BUT EVERYONE HERE LOVES YOU!
Don't shoot yourself D:
#57
Posted 08 November 2010 - 11:00 AM
That made me cry. I could feel the emotion in it, you expressed yourself in such a graphic and realistic way. It made me upset, angry and feel the helplessness you felt.
Brilliant work, but I do think you should do something about this.
Brilliant work, but I do think you should do something about this.
#58
Posted 06 December 2010 - 01:35 PM
Wow. I'm sorry. And I just want you to know that I'm here if you want to talk or anything.
#59
Posted 10 December 2010 - 10:19 PM
QUOTE (Left EC @ Feb 6 2010, 12:41 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
I yawn and turn over in bed.
Can't sleep.
Again.
Downstairs the TV is on
And I can hear you calling names
Of players in your never-ending game.
You cheer and wake up my brother
But you don't realize it.
The TV is up too high.
So I stand to take care of the child
But he falls silent
So I return to bed
And pull the blanket up over my head
And curl into a tight ball
For protection from my dreams.
Your heavy footsteps outside of my door
Drag just enough to tell me you're sober
But not enough to tell me whether you
Plan to take my innocence again,
What's left of it, anyway.
Slight fluctuations in your breath that I
Pretend I can detect.
My mind flashes to the clock on the nightstand.
Red blinking numbers that tell the time
Reliably.
Readily.
I can feel the cold knife of air pass under the sheets
And back up to clip the back of my neck and intensify
My shaking, which was caused by you're presence in this room.
A thousand frozen needles cutting my flesh
As you pull back the red blanket and
Lie down without a word behind me.
For a moment you wait, calm fluttering in my chest turns to acid
Running through my lungs. Your hands are gentle at first, as they
Peel me out of my enclosed shape. You smile and leave saliva on my neck
As if I was your wife, and not your son. Am I your son? I might as well not be.
Lying in your arms I used to be safe, when I was small and would climb in beside you
After a nightmare, when the memory was fresh in my mind of being shot through the chest
And you would always hold me and tell me everything would be okay. Did you believe yourself?
Hands all over me, like raindrops or a shower running over my skin. You might as well be made of fire.
I can't help but feel like this s what I want. Can't help but feel like sex with you isn't that bad. Is it
Because I'm used to it? Used to you? I used to go somewhere else in my mind but now I
Stay here mentally with you as you find what you were looking for between my legs
And move your hands back and forth over it, preparing me for what you'll do.
I can't do anything but stare at the clock and be glad it'll all be over soon.
You line yourself up with me and it doesn't hurt anymore, I just feel
A slight pressure as you press your hands to my hips to hold me
Steady. Your body rocks sideways, I'm amazed you can do
This in such an odd position. Usually we've flipped by
Now. Now? Now you swallow hard and I can feel
Saliva running down your throat and my neck
And other fluids running from lower places
Onto the sheet; it'll stain slightly lighter
Than the blanket originally was....
You grunt and moan as you hit the brink of
Your moment in the sun, and as you step away
There's a glow coming from your body. Leftover
From when you finished your task.
You leave me to clean up,
To pass out even though I'm
Covered in both of our sweat and
Saliva and blood from where you bit me,
Semi-white liquid left for me to dispose of.
But I don't clean up.
I'm too exhausted.
I can't move, really.
As I catch my breath,
Exhaustion
Puts
Me
To
S
L
E
E
P
.
.
.
Can't sleep.
Again.
Downstairs the TV is on
And I can hear you calling names
Of players in your never-ending game.
You cheer and wake up my brother
But you don't realize it.
The TV is up too high.
So I stand to take care of the child
But he falls silent
So I return to bed
And pull the blanket up over my head
And curl into a tight ball
For protection from my dreams.
Your heavy footsteps outside of my door
Drag just enough to tell me you're sober
But not enough to tell me whether you
Plan to take my innocence again,
What's left of it, anyway.
Slight fluctuations in your breath that I
Pretend I can detect.
My mind flashes to the clock on the nightstand.
Red blinking numbers that tell the time
Reliably.
Readily.
I can feel the cold knife of air pass under the sheets
And back up to clip the back of my neck and intensify
My shaking, which was caused by you're presence in this room.
A thousand frozen needles cutting my flesh
As you pull back the red blanket and
Lie down without a word behind me.
For a moment you wait, calm fluttering in my chest turns to acid
Running through my lungs. Your hands are gentle at first, as they
Peel me out of my enclosed shape. You smile and leave saliva on my neck
As if I was your wife, and not your son. Am I your son? I might as well not be.
Lying in your arms I used to be safe, when I was small and would climb in beside you
After a nightmare, when the memory was fresh in my mind of being shot through the chest
And you would always hold me and tell me everything would be okay. Did you believe yourself?
Hands all over me, like raindrops or a shower running over my skin. You might as well be made of fire.
I can't help but feel like this s what I want. Can't help but feel like sex with you isn't that bad. Is it
Because I'm used to it? Used to you? I used to go somewhere else in my mind but now I
Stay here mentally with you as you find what you were looking for between my legs
And move your hands back and forth over it, preparing me for what you'll do.
I can't do anything but stare at the clock and be glad it'll all be over soon.
You line yourself up with me and it doesn't hurt anymore, I just feel
A slight pressure as you press your hands to my hips to hold me
Steady. Your body rocks sideways, I'm amazed you can do
This in such an odd position. Usually we've flipped by
Now. Now? Now you swallow hard and I can feel
Saliva running down your throat and my neck
And other fluids running from lower places
Onto the sheet; it'll stain slightly lighter
Than the blanket originally was....
You grunt and moan as you hit the brink of
Your moment in the sun, and as you step away
There's a glow coming from your body. Leftover
From when you finished your task.
You leave me to clean up,
To pass out even though I'm
Covered in both of our sweat and
Saliva and blood from where you bit me,
Semi-white liquid left for me to dispose of.
But I don't clean up.
I'm too exhausted.
I can't move, really.
As I catch my breath,
Exhaustion
Puts
Me
To
S
L
E
E
P
.
.
.
I know what the pain feels like. I have been there, i never want to go back but yet I know I will again. if you ever need to talk about it ill be here and im srr y u have to g through the pain i have been through.
#60
Posted 11 December 2010 - 09:28 AM
QUOTE (Lira @ Nov 8 2010, 02:00 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
That made me cry. I could feel the emotion in it, you expressed yourself in such a graphic and realistic way. It made me upset, angry and feel the helplessness you felt.
Brilliant work, but I do think you should do something about this.
Brilliant work, but I do think you should do something about this.
I'm not there anymore, I'm staying with my uncle.
QUOTE (Nick S. @ Dec 6 2010, 04:35 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Wow. I'm sorry. And I just want you to know that I'm here if you want to talk or anything.
Thanks
QUOTE (msdbm66296 @ Dec 11 2010, 01:19 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
I know what the pain feels like. I have been there, i never want to go back but yet I know I will again. if you ever need to talk about it ill be here and I'm sorry u have to go through the pain i have been through.
Why did you quote the whole thing in your reply?
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