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Oh my gosh...so I came across this poem a guy wrote about his girlfriend being raped and it made me cry! April being sexual abuse awareness month,
I decided to post it, considering everyone seems to want to post poems lately....so yea.
For thine is the power and the glory
Crossed my heart with a crooked finger
and turned around to face a shotgun angel
with a lazy eye
vodka on her breath and the wrong exchange
off the highway
I crossed the living room
floor heard the echo of my bare feet
slap off of the bare walls
like the soft, wet sound
when yr making love
roughly...
Now I'm imagining who might be
looking in
her window and am i jealous
or am i just too afraid?
I feel the fan blow stale air across my back
and i sit
and i wait
by the door hoping that it never
opens as the sky sheds its tears
just keep them
far, far away from me
don't bring me any more news of the
outside world
just let me sit here
lingering in oblivion
I'm almost past the anger
and the hurt of it all
now im just chewing on the helplessness
seems like my inertia is a double bound
idea left bouncing off the walls
like a top spinning out of control
in the deep black space thats left
when all yr faith in the people you
see on the street while yr driving yr car
while yr walking to the store
they all take on the guise of ghouls
and specters and angry young men
with not enough courage to stifle their
crazed obsessions, without inhabition
without rationale without care
and hjoy
and
lovingkindness...
the kind of loving you
just cant pushn like a streetcorner junkie
i knew at the corner of chestnut and 8th street
by the corner market
in a tricked out
honda civic...
whats the difference if yr pushing coke
or pushing cum
its still the same need to feel like you're the
god
that dare not speak its name
that only comes to mind when you
remember to forget
for whatever you think he may be he is not
and no he doesnt look like you
he was born without a cock...
let alone, the biggest one...
the macho male machismo
this delusional anxious rationalization
whatever happened to looking someone
in the face
instead, he threatens and rapes her
I hear her crying thru the tightly wound bandana
and if i would I'd kiss her brow
as he spread apart her thighs
and when he forced her to swallow his spunk
i'd be that bird in her ear
that tells her not to think
or even care
he can have her body...
i want to make love to her soul
(and open her body like a gift and
cherish her)
I decided to post it, considering everyone seems to want to post poems lately....so yea.
For thine is the power and the glory
Crossed my heart with a crooked finger
and turned around to face a shotgun angel
with a lazy eye
vodka on her breath and the wrong exchange
off the highway
I crossed the living room
floor heard the echo of my bare feet
slap off of the bare walls
like the soft, wet sound
when yr making love
roughly...
Now I'm imagining who might be
looking in
her window and am i jealous
or am i just too afraid?
I feel the fan blow stale air across my back
and i sit
and i wait
by the door hoping that it never
opens as the sky sheds its tears
just keep them
far, far away from me
don't bring me any more news of the
outside world
just let me sit here
lingering in oblivion
I'm almost past the anger
and the hurt of it all
now im just chewing on the helplessness
seems like my inertia is a double bound
idea left bouncing off the walls
like a top spinning out of control
in the deep black space thats left
when all yr faith in the people you
see on the street while yr driving yr car
while yr walking to the store
they all take on the guise of ghouls
and specters and angry young men
with not enough courage to stifle their
crazed obsessions, without inhabition
without rationale without care
and hjoy
and
lovingkindness...
the kind of loving you
just cant pushn like a streetcorner junkie
i knew at the corner of chestnut and 8th street
by the corner market
in a tricked out
honda civic...
whats the difference if yr pushing coke
or pushing cum
its still the same need to feel like you're the
god
that dare not speak its name
that only comes to mind when you
remember to forget
for whatever you think he may be he is not
and no he doesnt look like you
he was born without a cock...
let alone, the biggest one...
the macho male machismo
this delusional anxious rationalization
whatever happened to looking someone
in the face
instead, he threatens and rapes her
I hear her crying thru the tightly wound bandana
and if i would I'd kiss her brow
as he spread apart her thighs
and when he forced her to swallow his spunk
i'd be that bird in her ear
that tells her not to think
or even care
he can have her body...
i want to make love to her soul
(and open her body like a gift and
cherish her)