heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
SEARCHING
SEARCHING I’ve been through life, through ups, through downs, I’ve searched in squares, I’ve searched in rounds, I’ve never found that single thing that’s missing, Even when I sit there reminiscing, Something somewhere just isn’t there, Something from my heart that says I cared.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
Speaking as a Father
A father of boys I understand defending your children and having their back. Right Up Until They Rape Someone It doesn't matter the gender How much or little she was wearing Or her condition. Those are just details people pick apart To avoid confronting how fucked we are As an enlightened society. The point is They raped someone Knew they were raping someone Had fun raping someone. So I do, as a parent, understand wanting to have your children's back. Right up until you realise your son, your piece of shit flesh-and-blood offspring, is a rapist. A coward With a penis. Boys will be...don't you even dare finish that fucking sentence. They have such a bright future... No. They did. Until they put their savagery above human decency and, you know, not assaulting an inebriated woman. Until they thought it was all shits and giggles To jiggle their bits inside another human being Who was vulnerable. Don't dare say they lacked self-control. They did. But it's worse. They lacked the bare minimum. I hope the lies and stories and accusations and dark shadow of guilt follow them and eat at them. But I doubt it will. To women who have experienced the exact same thing as Jane Doe: I am sorry isn't good enough. Somewhere, somehow, we let you down. Maybe not us personally, But men abused you and we, your fellow humans, Let you down. So I am sorry. Please never stop forcing us to confront The awful truth That it happened on our watch. If you're not actively against the brutality, Are you for it? If you refuse to say fuck all, is that because your opinion is fuck all? Please remember she is a woman like your mum you won't hear shit said about. Please remember she is a woman like your daughter you'd never want to be raped. She is a woman like all those women you adore and care about. The ones next to you, in front of you, who probably, unfortunately, know to a greater or lesser degree what it's like. Look at them. Hold them. Comfort them. Remember: She is them. They are her. If that helps. But remember she shouldn't have to be your daughter, mum, sister or best friend for you to give something remotely like a shit. It's not actually difficult. It shouldn't feel like some kind of revolutionary stance To stand with the victim and to want better. That's the fucking minimum. The absolute fucking minimum. I don't give a shit who you are. I hope the publicity, The outrage And the response, The vilification Of your existence, The ramifications Of your insistence That getting your fucking jollies With a woman who didn't ask for it Was somehow acceptable— I hope all of it echoes the trauma Of your victim. You cowards.
By Paul Stewart7 days ago in Poets
