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Array ( [sid] => 108389 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => His Face, His Eyes, His Rage [time] => 2005-10-24 20:35:36 [hometext] => [bodytext] => His Face, His Eyes, His Rage



Here I am laying in an uncomfortable
position
While a man violently thrust his penis
In and out of my vagina

I am hurting by this violation
cause he is not wearing no protection
I beg him to stop
I guess my ***** is so good
I see he rather not

He smacks me when I start praying to God
Making me feel more hurt and ashamed
I realize the devil has got me now

He is moaning and saying he loves me
But with no one around to hear me scream
I know my existence is an uncertainty

I think about his face
The hair is unshaven and hurt is displayed
He must been through a lot in his life
I wonder did he ever have kids or a wife

I can remember his eyes
A pretty blue like the summer skies
However they tell a different story
full of pain and worry
Somewhere evoking lustful emotions
encompass with violent intentions

I can feel his rage
As he forcefully stretches my legs
In positions where he loves to hear me beg
his rage actuate him to leave bite marks on
my flesh
Once again I call out o God
to deliver me from this mess

He is done now as he starts pulling
Up his pants
Making me cry with all his rants

I wish my life could go back to normalcy
But my inside will forever be
Tormented by a man
Whose desire is to satisfy his
Pain and Degeneracy

I must go on now living a life
Of embarrassment that I am willing to
hide
cause I hurt so much to tell a story
That manifest itself in every tear that
I cry

Now his face is relieved and his eyes
Is calm
And now he is off and running
Into the night
Dangerously seeking compassion in another
victim’s arms.

His rage temporarily subsided
The shameful fact still imbue society
cause he thinks now after violating me
that his wrongs are now righted.






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His Face, His Eyes, His Rage

Contributed by RanRan on Monday, 24th October 2005 @ 08:35:36 PM in AEST
Topic: AnniversaryPoems



His Face, His Eyes, His Rage



Here I am laying in an uncomfortable
position
While a man violently thrust his penis
In and out of my vagina

I am hurting by this violation
cause he is not wearing no protection
I beg him to stop
I guess my ***** is so good
I see he rather not

He smacks me when I start praying to God
Making me feel more hurt and ashamed
I realize the devil has got me now

He is moaning and saying he loves me
But with no one around to hear me scream
I know my existence is an uncertainty

I think about his face
The hair is unshaven and hurt is displayed
He must been through a lot in his life
I wonder did he ever have kids or a wife

I can remember his eyes
A pretty blue like the summer skies
However they tell a different story
full of pain and worry
Somewhere evoking lustful emotions
encompass with violent intentions

I can feel his rage
As he forcefully stretches my legs
In positions where he loves to hear me beg
his rage actuate him to leave bite marks on
my flesh
Once again I call out o God
to deliver me from this mess

He is done now as he starts pulling
Up his pants
Making me cry with all his rants

I wish my life could go back to normalcy
But my inside will forever be
Tormented by a man
Whose desire is to satisfy his
Pain and Degeneracy

I must go on now living a life
Of embarrassment that I am willing to
hide
cause I hurt so much to tell a story
That manifest itself in every tear that
I cry

Now his face is relieved and his eyes
Is calm
And now he is off and running
Into the night
Dangerously seeking compassion in another
victim’s arms.

His rage temporarily subsided
The shameful fact still imbue society
cause he thinks now after violating me
that his wrongs are now righted.










Copyright © RanRan ... [ 2005-10-24 20:35:36]
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Re: His Face, His Eyes, His Rage (User Rating: 1 )
by Serendippitty on Monday, 24th October 2005 @ 08:40:43 PM AEST
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wow... amazing and powerful i love the part about his eyes that was really great . you really show all the emotions of the event so well... excellent


Re: His Face, His Eyes, His Rage (User Rating: 1 )
by Wachumiri on Wednesday, 26th October 2005 @ 08:11:18 AM AEST
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Wow. This tears my heart. It does. It is a most powerful piece. I do hope it is fiction.
Take care.
David


Re: His Face, His Eyes, His Rage (User Rating: 1 )
by assassinatorgirl on Wednesday, 30th November 2005 @ 07:25:27 PM AEST
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dang, very harsh reality. but you wrote it well, awesome job.


Re: His Face, His Eyes, His Rage (User Rating: 1 )
by maddie on Saturday, 22nd September 2007 @ 01:04:23 PM AEST
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great write...nicely done




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