my writing or something

[radical6]

why not
i like critique
tw for csa and pedophilia

Spoiler: little girl

he always told me to keep it hidden
because our relationship was forbidden
no one had to know, he would tell me often
and if i showed fear, his voice would soften
a hard grip on my wrist
and a forced kiss to my lips
i was dirty, used, and we all knew
but if we told anyone, he would dare sue.
little me couldnt keep quiet
and i just had to start a riot

theres a voice in my head
often taunting me before bed
no one believes you, it coos
this is just something you have to do
you're only good for this
so just take this as a bliss


he kisses me before bed
and my hearts full of dread
his scent lingers behind
and im forced to rewind


its normal, he says
but this has been going on for days
a secret from mother
and hidden from my brother
and days turn into years
with love into tears


you cant stop, its too late
this is just your fate
theres no saying no
so just put on a show

note: im not done with this, sorry for the abrupt ending

Spoiler: you always wanted to die

you always imagined how you would die
but never like this
in your best friends arms
with your blood mingling with their tears
and suddenly time feels so slow
and your body feels limp
and the colors draining from your face
with cries and whispers
saying its going to be okay

but you both know thats a lie
and now you dont really want to die
when you imagined dying it was always fast
it was always quick and painless
but things never go your way
and this isnt your day

and some fanfiction for dragon age can be found here.

 

[Nightmares]

Wow these are pretty good! I'm not sure what to say about improvement though >.<

 

[radical6]

An assignment for my english class, I had to base it off the poem "Where I'm From" by George Ella Ryan (i think Ryan's her last name).

Spoiler: Where I'm From

I am from the aftermath of a war, a war mixed with blood and greed.
The second of a generation, with hopes and dreams placed in me.
I am from the blood on my cheeks, to the empty whiskey bottle.
(It stings, it burns, I want it to stop.)
I’m from the unattended weeds,
to the overdue bills,
and the forgotten deeds.

I’m from the empty wallets and empty stomachs,
from the Whisperwood to the Oak.
I’m from the stubborn mothers,
and the lazy fathers,
from “Not enough” and “Do it better.”
I’m from a culture where achievement is the only success,
no matter the amount of stress.

I'm from the empty promises,
to the forgotten birthdays.
From the loneliness of a child
to the cold shoulder of my father.

I’m from the silent observations I made,
of another father in my life.
I’m from the danger of getting too close,
with our bodies juxtapose.
The tight grip on my wrist,
to the forceful kisses on my lips.
The innocence and naiveness of a young girl,
words were easy to twirl.

I’m from the disbelief of my mother,
to the fear of my brother.
The failed attempt of a happy ending,
with words condescending.
I’m from the pain I always knew,
with my body in shades of blue.
The blood smeared on my wall,
with dead flowers down the hall.

The disgusting taste of my pills,
and the overdue hospital bills.
The blue cloud over my head,
and the hazy days in my bed.
Where my only salvation,
is the dreams far away from here.
I’m from the misery of a war long gone,
and watching the sun fall before dawn.

 

[radical6]

ill probably edit this post in later with a different poem i wrote but im too lazy to upload it rn from my phone, so bump for now for critique

 

[radical6]

Spoiler

he told you he loved you, that he adored you
that you were a special little girl
but your innocence made you weak,
vulnerable. used. forgotten.


you didn't quite know how fathers showed love
so all the kisses and the touching
was just what daughters did
so you sucked it up like a good girl
because good girls always
listened to their fathers


one day, you fell in love with a boy at school
and you thought you could tell him
but you were only met with anger
that no other boy would be as good for you as he was
so you sobbed, and sobbed
with tears staining your sheets
and your future seemed so bleak
yet you didnt know why you were so sad.


you found a copy of lolita,
and the summary seemed so enticing.
but as you read and read
and with every page you turned
a churning went on in your stomach
with tears slowly strolling down
as you came across the realization
of the horror that you, too
was just like that girl.


you told your best friend that day,
everything you thought was normal
and everything you soon realized
but you were so young, so naive
neither of you knew what to do.
so you kept quiet in your head
because thats what good girls do.


but you were not a good girl
when you let the words out
like a waterfall, it came pouring
and rained heavily on everyone's
so called parade.
you knew it was not right,
the things he did to you, the words he said
he never loved you like a father
to him, you were more than just a daughter


you couldnt sleep that night
that day you told the truth
and your head was spinning
from all the questions
did it really happen, they asked
and you didnt know how to speak
the words tugged at your throat
but all you could do was croak.


and its been a year now
since you let those words out
and since he last kissed you
are you better now, you wonder
as you wake up in the middle of your slumber
to fears he would be back
or to the tiny voice in your head
whispering it was all a mistake.