Scars
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You and I have never met
But I am the child you must not forget.
I am the child who whimpered in pain.
I am the child who was beaten and slain.
I am the child who cried at night.
Her
The Anniversary of What Started Everything
My name is kimmy
and i was raped
at the age of 3
it has taken me
29 years of my life
for those 13 words to escape
my hollow mouth
You sink into my mind
you play a game, no rules
i hear their whispers
they are coming
i can feel my blood boiling
don't you know i've been waiting
turn off the lights
You were my sunshine and i used to be your moon,
My revolution was around earth yet glowed only for you.
An elliptical love circle, that never meant to end soon,
As I have belief in our love's photon stew.
Cry me a river
as i melt through the drain
Your love brought me nothing
but bruised wrists, heart, and brain.
So don't you dare leave me
with these glow-in-the-dark scars.
On a monday
When the rain decides to sing my name
and the sun rides away
I'll be waiting for you again
Craving a simple glance
Thirsting for the slightest Hello or Goodbye
I stand waiting
I still remember in vivid detail the first time my father made me bleed. It was a cold November evening and we had just finished dinner. I was all dressed up in my golden basketball jersey ready for a game.
These heavy hearted warriors
With medals on their wrists
These sadness stricken gladiators
The world can not resist.
They fight their daily battles
They told me, all my young life:
Time heals all wounds --
and I assumed that they were right.
But what, I wonder,
heals the wounds
that Time inflicts?
Untouched and pure, your bright serenity
Is beauty, shining rays of special gold.
This light is you, the newborn entity,
A piece of Universe’s light made bold.
I'm sickly in love with the scars on my hips
But they're finally starting to fade
It's a milestone of self care and redemption, but at the same time, it feels like defeat
Sometimes
My tears don't fall
Sometimes
I don't allow them to
They sit there, Right near the bags under my eyes
Or right on the center of my cheeks greeting my dimple with a smile
I am a weakling,
Frail and small,
Too scared to feel
Anything at all,
And I ask for help
Without my words
When I met you,
the stars of my night sky aligned.
The bird’s chirps shone and
the sun’s rays sang.
When we kissed love dripped from our lips.
Our bodies curled like shavings of wood.
My life is an infinite number of scars,
Marring the planet upon which I walk.
It’s one after another,
They never seem to end.
Some were caused by others,
Scars are not just skin that was a wound,
that was created by drawing with silver.
but are the embodiment of our emotions,
emotions that overflow like the ocean during a storm.
I have been told that to be loved,
I must be:
Clean.
Unscarred.
Perfect.
I hear these words inside my head.
I always hated when people would look at my scars,
With a look of regret.
Giving me a look of
“I should’ve been there”
Yeah
Your scars are not beautiful. But you are beautiful with them.
You were beautiful without them, but you have a new kind of beauty with them, because they speak of how much you have overcome.
paper gause
pen sword
red ink
poem
slash for every
wrong answer
i kind of want to
subtract you
Scars
Naeha Inapanuri
The scars that trail up my arm
Forged in the fires of my stupidity
No longer burn
No longer hurt
Merely a memory from the past
Dear Creation,
I am at a crossroads with myself
a sinner with high standards
believing that someday I’ll find happiness
with someone
I don't have scars
I've never felt the tension
and the sweet release
a surprise so pure
and innocent
Breaking the surface
raw, primal pain
sharp breaths
Tangy, coppery
Dear You,
This is my least favorite part of my day.
I can never escape her eyes.
And my body can never escape her judgments.
"Bent, broken, barbed"
That's all she seems to say as her nails
They are like trenches
Where I can hide
I can put up my fences
And feel safe inside
In each one I took shelter
From the bullets that rained
While my real wounds sweltered
Carved out of marbleI see a sea of white and blueThese marble masks you wear to alter your facesOut of fears forced on you
remember me as being happy. don't look to deep into my depression nowpretend that i was all smiles an joypretend that i am off on a journey, soaring through the clouds
I just wanted to write and say,
In case you ever wonder or are filled with regret
or In case your heart decides
I wish things were differently
I wish I can hit your line
I wish time was right
But time isnt mine
I wonder every night
I wonder what might you think
I wonder about life
like coals cast upon iron and sharpened; heated words that grate upon the concious does nothing but create weapons
~Seawolf
My wonderful wife.
Why do you not see your beauty?
Maybe if you looked in the mirror a little while longer you could see what I see.
Someone who is so beautiful no matter what they all said.
call me out of the shadows i call home
call me out of this place that stripped me to the bone
call me out of the burning fire of life
call me away from the blade of a knife
So here’s how it goes.I breathe my life into the wind
and the mists carry it to the sea
Sometimes the hardest thing
Is to look in the mirror
To face the broken smile
The empty blue eyes
That once held the oceans.
All these branches,
All these leaves,
They're changing colours,
Like women's weaves.
They're changing.
They're rearranging.
They're bearing all,
For the winter.
It's too bad I'm not a mas-o-chisttie me down like i asked-for-this
I'm screamingI'm strandedAbdicatedAbandoned
No. Free. Will.
There are galaxies behind your eyes
With more than a million stars.
But why the constellations of your skies
Look exactly like my scars?
Beatings, bruising, cuts and scars
Smiles to hide the pain
Wishing on a shooting star
That I could fly away
Heartbreak, tears, screams and cries
Hidden day by day
Covered up with laughter
It seemed logical at the time.
But now I stare at the scars,
Demonized by those around me.
To them each one is ugly,
To them each one is alienating.
To them each one is my insanity.
Another smile, another tear,
Another kiss, a lot more fear,
Another hit, nothing is clear,
Another memory that will last for years.
Another heart that has been broken,
Another wound that has been opened,
This was never an easy walk.Just look at the scars of my heart, and they will talk.They'll show you my countless faults.My countless falls.
Your eyes travel my body like a plane battles the wind
They close with understanding as they land on the sparkling sliver hidden on my skin
You ask me how I got them as they stare at you shimmering in secrecy
mirror mirror, what do you see?
some hidden power buried deep?
or are the scars all that you see?
like the others who don't see me.
I am not Scars but I'm not free
"Can't put your mind in a cast
but broken things aren't meant to last
Like walking on broken glass
reminding you bout scars of past
cause the world went by so fast
But not you, your stuck
This water I drink is like a pool.
I can feel the residue that I know comes from others.
Cutting into
peacefulness of
skin weaving together,
patching and overlapping,
as if filling
a crack
I'm alone and can't sleepThere's no one here but meI'm stuck with all these memoriesIf they could only see
The needle pricks my bodyInk flows from its pointCaressing my skin, creating memoriesCould be a reminderOr a messageThe telling of a storyThe marking of words and images
"They see my scars
They see my eyes
Look past my skin
It's just a disguise
It tears me apart
A shot to the heart
To see you look through me
You call, but not to me
Call me names
The dust swirled with great aggression,
resembling my thoughts,
twisted and uncontrollable.
The sky illuminated with darkness,
black and gray, and ash,
"Bloody... Hell..."
I whisper and whimper.
My white bath tub-
Slaughtered by my blood.
Tears freeze at the corner of my eyes,
And three jagged lines,
Slowly pouring my life away.
What if I’m never good enough
for those I adore?
I see wonders in a new face:
ensnared by her
beauty
grace
and warm heart.
captivated by an overwhelming,
happy presence;
He doesn't love me anymore.After all the pain he inflicted, the lies.All the other women he swept off their feet with his infinite tales of bullshitAnd meaningless "I love yous" falsely comforting them in his arms.
I have no grip to the ground on this earth
The rubber on the soles of my shoes is worn down
Nothing ties me down to the trees
To the dying flowers
To the muddy grass
And gravity is nothing more than a nuisance
I am the night.
I am the dark.
I am the very thing that children wake from in their terrified stupors of panic,
gasping for air and clutching duvets closer to themselves,
trembling in the vast blackness.
My heart skips a beatFeelings start to flowI stop myself from fallingI'm scared to let them grow
Time heals all woundsBut what about trust?I bet he's not after loveAll they ever want is lust
Slashes all along her cheek
Make her spirit and pride weak.
She hides behind a mane of hair,
because she is afraid people will stare.
The girl is shy, her eyes are haunted.
Burn
A fury of fire that never died
Burn
A hatred that I refused to hide
Burn
My spirit that rose like a phoenix
Burns
Baking cookies on cold mornings A mean word
Hot pans leave burn scars No scar is seen
Wounds, that illuminate...That spirit, that planted the seed…unknown!Just a biological relationship…is not a home.The soulknows you not…Depart from thee.
This cliched little dance we've found;
You cast a line: I nibble,
You close away and leave me
wondering over my patter -
(too much, and
Have I offended?) ~ Shrug
Identified through numbersand only a whisper of a namethat I cannot confirm,I don't know who I am.Ten years were stolen
feel beneath those cuts
your soul radiates beauty
battle scars come forth
The scars are all over.
I think about all of the pain.
But also about how much I've gained.
Listening to hate, People getting raped.
Aiming to succeed, Passing up my problems with a gigantic lead.
Fiametta
Under the layers of our years,
Beneath that wizened crust,
sleeps the ageless spirit that once set fire to our eyes.
I guess, no, I don’t guess. I have too many scars to count. When did these start to amount, I don’t know.
Guess what?
I'm doing well for once.
It seems surreal
That my heart and mind agree
Things are alright
But something itches
I thought, a laugh, a word.
Her floor is decorated
with red polka dots.
She adds more daily
without a second thought.
Her countless scars
serve as ornaments for life.
I take my skin off, piece by peace
Slowly,
So I can hang it up
—Shiny like glass—
And look at the gashes.
They are burned deep by fears,
Coming so close to the surface
i hate my scars.
they are not lovely,
they are not bravery.
they dictate my life.
they tell me what i can wear,
where to go
who i can trust,
who i can love...
Looking through the filter I am perfect.
The truth about my life is nonexistent.
Looking through the filter.
all the words I say are pure,
With no stammer or lisp.
Looking through the filter.
Slammed into lockers,
pushed into walls.
This life just wont stop hurting.
When I am all alone,
I can see the world,
for what it truly is.
I walk alone on the edge of the road,
Some White, Cream, Tan, Buff.
Pink, Red, Brown, Black.
Chalky complexions,
solid skins.
Some room in between
for no invasion of space.
Stacking and stacking—
too much to even count.
We all want to be special in some way in the world,
but what holds us back?
Is it the failures, mistakes, or misfortunes of our past?
It's the scars that pose as the three.
to put the parallel lines decorating my wrists
like outdated wallpaper to use, i would peel
the scar tissue like the rind of a blood orange,
link the massacred pieces of myself into a chain,
The blood seeps in
Through the cracks on the walls
And it penetrates
Into my spirit
Evolving my state
Into a more impeccable union
Listlessly it closes in
On the lion
Every scar is a reason,
A reason to hold,
A reason to love...
Let me hold you in my arms tonight,
Showing you that I can see the beauty through the beast,
We cannot see it raging in other
other cannot see it rage in us
stll the warrages on
we never acknowledge what is happening
you know you are living,but don't know what battles ar being set
I'm 19
I'm 19, male
I'm 19, male, hispanic
I'm 19, male, hispanic, I have scars
I'm 19, male, hispanic, I have scars, I have feelings
I'm 19, male, hispanic, I have scars, I have feelings, and I love deeply
I'm just another
double digit age
with
triple digit scars
I rolled up my sleeves and chased a dream
they never even noticed
the redness in her eyes
they never even noticed
the signs that everyday she cried
they never even noticed
because they never even cared
Just once, just once
I want to get dressed up
in a dress with short sleeves
And not feel like everyone is staring at my ugly arms.
But because of choices I made when I was
14,15,16
Look yonder don’t you see?
That crumpled paper lying there,
Discarded without care
In its wrinkled lines and smeared ink
My darkest secrets hidden underneath a tear
Folded up and messy over there.
These scars of mine
are like a scrap book with memories
I’ve got the good,
the bad don’t bother me,
scrape the ugly away with my tears.
My pain never fades away
This isn't my nightmare, no! My dreams and thoughts and veins ache for you! For release. To see them all again. All over. This isnt my nightmare, no! Cover me in pretty pink lines, baby, I need you now! no! Not you... not you...
I wear black,
and cover my eyes.
I hide my scars,
and hold in my tears.
I hide my face
from everybody i know.
But when it shows,
my smile is fake.
I'm good at hiding my pain.
She sat down
wonder blown
and yet far from the clowns
Their banter the last thing on her
mind
she reached for the clouds
grass lay firm beneath her body
the sky ocean blue with
enough of your comfortand poetry about innocence
my scars are not an invitationfor you to kiss my wrists
and how dare you try to make me feellike my wars weren’t realdid not exist
As a child she was instructed to stay upon her knees nightly, for forgiveness, for praise. Life progressed on; and times turned for the worst.
Her scars are like a diary,
open for the world to see.
Showing how low she's been,
and how many times she's been there.
Her wrist is the only honest part of her,
it's where the truth about her world lies.
she got hurt when she was 5 when she fell.
she was in her room alone,
pretending to be ruler of the skies
as she jumped off a cloud of comforters and pillows
onto a hard wooden floor where she slid and
hes just misunderstood.
by day hes a rebel
ditching
black eyed
stoned
reckless
sitting back in his chair with his glasses on
hiding sleeping eyes
and the teachers say nothing
my arms
are full of new beds
that i have made with a rake and a hoe
my scar gardens
that grow.
Screaming inside, no one can hear it,
I know when I die, I'll be a sad spirit.
Concealed with pain, I lock myself in,
i want you to see the scars on my skin
the wounds youre responsible for
i want you to witness my blood an my pain
and my nights spent alone on the floor
i want you to watch as the sharp razor glides
I own a body covered by scars.
Months ago I had to go to the E.R.,
(an infection in my lip)
and the doctor saw those scars
lining the inside of my wrist
and if he thought I missed
bruised and slammed up against a wall, they are silent in fear.
their lover strokes them, carresses them, does things that that didnt have permission to do
they feel violated, worthless
As I lie here naked,
I catch glimpses of them.
Some scattered disorderly on me left thigh,
Others straight and regimented on my right.
fading with age
brownign, blurring
suffering every day
but continues stirring
mindlessly lingering
mythodically fingering
blades of a razor
and quaint gassoline flame.
My heart is a bubble I wish I could pop I hate the pain so much I wish it would stop. Hoping to cry adn trying so hard it won't stop the storm that's going on in my heart.
I am glue.
I am born of mothers whose hope tosalvage deteriorating marriages, though strongcould not put their husbands’ nomadic hands at bay
When you strip yourself bare before another
You are showing them your physical flaws
You are undressing who you are underneath all the clothes
I have these scars from you.
And I don't mean just you
I mean everyone including you.
I'm too big.
I have an eating disorder.
I ache from depression and battle anxiety.
No one would guess.Who would have thought?But two and two is four.Put it together.It can't be that hard.Look at me. Can't you see the pain?Can't you see the hurt?I wear a smile
if I were you,
and you were me,
how happy then would I be?
I'd know how you feel,
and you I,
but would you be able to look me in the eye?
for you'd know my secrets,
all my lies,
The slits on her wrist,
The burns on her calf.
Not eating for weeks,
Hating herself.
These are not things to glorify,
They should not able to.
Be seen clearly,
Today, in Computer Arts
I had to present my poster design
And with it, I exposed part of my heart.
Because even though now I'm fine
I can no longer hide that secret part
That completes my design
You’ll draw a picture
A picture with a twist
I’ll use a razor
I’ll draw that picture in my wrist
………………………………………………..
The words scathing my ears, pouring from your mouth
You assume that I do not understand
But I suppose you haven't taken the time
To see the scars beneath my hand
You don't know my struggles
I told him...
"Pretty girls don't have scars,"
And I cried.
With a finger under my chin,
He made me look into his eyes.
He told me that's what makes me beautiful
And kissed every tear
these are tumultous times
when men murder, rape, war, and kill
yet escape from there crimes
its sad indeed for this be god's will
is it in my head
this blood needn't be shed
is everyone to wind up dead
Faces bleedAs the silence screamsA happy tune no more.A love of hateA hate of loveFirst and last of war.Hearts burn with earthly fire.Babies scream for,Children cry for,Fathers look for,
My skin still carries your scentAnd I cant stop smelling it.
Your lipsAre just thatBecause you have no love
The most obvious one, here, on her face:
From left eyebrow straight down to her jaw. It is straight. Knife.
She hates it. It marks her permanently.
Abduct our minds.
Bend them in two.
Take our hearts,
And bruise them too.
Your dirty hands,
Gripped red soil,
Then you checked our pulse
With envious words,
scars are something i have plenty of,
some are bigger than other
but they're all caused from something i've once loved
and mine are usually worse than anothers,
all my scars tell a story
living, breathing-
Screaming Out.
silent......quiet
beating Loud.
the questions Whirling
the Self Doubts,
the eyes once blinded;
opening now..
How
am I supposed to focus on all the good in life when I am ever so
Numb
like the scars on my wrist, the ones that never made it past my skin
Frantic
Behind my bedroom door,
I hear screaming and fighting;
Someone always ends up crying.
They try and hide it,
But from were I sit,
It gets louder, and louder;
Overwhelming my ears.
The darkest night hides a chilling truth,
Invisble to even the most adept sleuth.
Creaking, whining, shrieking, twining,
Sneaking through the depths subliming,
Reaching out to the gleaming sun,
don't touch me! don't look at me with your eyes!
let go of me!
times like this scars reappear.
fall on the cold ground,
embrace the air,
curl in a ball.
try to feel anything other than you.
Razors Slice Wrists Bleed Red Runs Down the Drain. All of this to get my mind to stray away from pain. My torment gone
If I told you goodbye,
Would you miss me?
If I died tonight,
No one would miss me.
I'm alone in this world,
Wandering.
A lost soul,
Who hopes to be found,
But knows,
That hope is futile.
I love nights like
this when the sky is opened into my window
and the world comes trickling in.
I feel vines and tentacular veins pierce my skin
and it's okay because
yeah I'm not so tough as I look
Il est de la plus riche couleurCelle d’une cerise mûreOu peut-être d’une fleurQu’on donnerait à son amoureux.
Are you proud of me?
I wanted so badly, to be, what you wanted me to be.
I've tried,
I've struggled,
I've fought,
And I've stumbled.
Am I proud of where I am today?
I'm here,
On my body there are scars
Ugly, hideous scars
These scars feel detached
As if they are not mine
But are simply leeches
Unwilling to let go
On my body there are scars
some have battle scars some trip and fall some dive to the ground to make the winning score some rub against the brush on an adventure some have mean cats The scars I have hurt the worst They heal in a week or two But the scar in my head lasts f
She is the ghost haunting you,
She created the fear.
She wasn't the victim
Which is why you and I are now here.
She was the one cracking the whip,
She broke your fragile skin.
Empty promises, broken hearts,
And tragic endings; they're all just parts
Of where we live and who we are
But the wounds still tend to scar
They leave a mark on mind and soul
Preventing one from being whole
None of us are what we seem to be; we have our scars.
We carry secrets, pain, baggage, feelings, and thoughts
That we keep hidden away from the unforgiving world.
A blade, shining in the sun, reflecting
A thirst, hunger and power of what was
Upon the face, a cut, a scar, sight marred
Half a world of dark, half a world of light
A weakness, a strength, a curse, a cure, hers
My heart is heavy, with sorrow and grief
It needs time to heal
It is desperate, starving for relief.
Subjugated to emotional heights,
My frail pre-teen mind succumbed to the sweet,
underlying comfort a typewriter provides.
I could throw my heart at something,
without it being ripped to shreds,
That one kid
that one kid who is quiet and kind
that one kid who is different in the mind
that one kid who is oft ignored
that one kid who couldn't see why.
She was all yours.
She was everything you wanted,
Worth the world and more.
She took care of you so well.
Always waiting by the door.
She was your number one fan,
Begging for an encore.
When I was little
I would prick myself
With pins
And needles
Waiting to bleed.
When I was older
I used bobby pins
Soft tips torn off.
I would gouge
And dig
And bleed.
(poems go here) You don't accept the truth.
Can you not see me.
Can't you see I'm broken.
I'm scattered sand.
Showing my emotions through my eyes.
The scars and bruises on my skin.
Put down the knife another day is coming
No more red drops and keep life going
Battle scars are worse in the heart, I know
Don't let them on your skin, don't let it show
What I'm asking you is please be strong
My fingers are tingling
For you
Your smooth skin
And liquid personality
Like fire, taking control
Quick whip of authority
When needed, of course.
Leader. Hawk, is what they call you
A green-skinned apple in your eye,
An autumn sunset, a sweet pink sky,
Who, with that mouthful of stars,
Breathes summer on your meanest scars,
And, with those long-fingered hands
Always busy, lets you stand:
the scars on my back show the long nights i had to work.
the scars on my back show the srtuggles i been through
the scars on my back show the pain i indoored when i lost my grandmother
They say smiles fix everything,
And I’d like to agree.
But that’s hard to do,
When my smiles kill me.
Looking down at myself,
I feel hatred, disgust.
Looking in to myself,
I don’t know what to trust.
The little details here and there
The little details no one hears
I feel as if no one cares
they just worsen my fears
living just doesn't seem right
wondering where to run
Forever.
Among the others . . .
Crawling up my leg.
A shark-bite?
No.
A deep slice
Into the juicy insides
Of a pale, goose-bump-covered watermelon.
Sticky juices once oozing from its edges.
(poems go here) The sun Reveal the scars on my heart an begin to make my tears glisten in the morning sun I say to my self why does it take for me to distance my self from you to understand the pain I feel in the open scars the begin to define me
Afraid it will come back
Up like a shadow
Up like his smoke
Rolling in with the tide
Even when I hide
I'm afraid it will find me
I'm afraid I'm still to week to fight
Because I remember how
