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    dots Submission Name: The Lost Nightdots
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    Author: Jazzy
    ASL Info:    14/f/USA
    Elite Ratio:    4.8 - 84/138/145
    Words: 125
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
    Total Views: 82
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    dotsThe Lost Nightdots
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    I won't be broken down again
    I can't be swindled and burned yet again.
    Keep yourself together yes,
    Guard the broken off pieces of yourself
    Lest you lose them all over again.

    Take me away from these
    Haunting memories
    Nightmarish flashbacks,
    Where the walls are always caving in
    And he is always there
    Forcing himself inside of me.
    The darkness is always so
    Comforting, until
    He emerges from the shadows
    With that voice of his

    "Shut up."
    "Don't move."
    "Don't tell."

    He drowned out my screams
    With a whip of his hands
    Used me, hurt me, lost me.
    Didn't even bother to
    Cover me back up, or even to
    Wipe off the blood trickling down me.




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      I can see why no one commented on this one. I don't know how much this describes your own situation or how does the matter fit in your life, but the subject is really sensitive.

    It does start out as a teen rant somehow then you hit us with the real subject without warning. I dunno how good is that to your poem, but it hits your reader in the face suddenly like a fist.

    Writing is a good way to let out everything and it is more comforting then telling people. Not to mention it might help other people see they are not alone. I like your message of strength and the will of not wanting to give up.
    I don't feel hate in this piece as much as scorn and contempt you are feeling for this man who used you. It is like you want to get over all of this just to show him you are stronger, even if he left you exposed at your must vulnerable times, even if he hurt you when he was supposed to do the total opposite.

    I am really sorry that anyone should go through this, I am really sorry that some people can lose humanity to the point of hurting a child.

    Keep your head high and keep your voice strong.

    Viviane
    | Posted on 2008-04-06 00:00:00 | by babyblue002 | [ Reply to This ]


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