All those flowers - A Poem By The MindHacker.

All those flowers. I used to watch a lot of porn. Over the past year or so it started to change as an experience for me. I started seeing more of the pain and emptiness in the faces of the actresses. The paint started to wear off. The pain started to shine through. Over time, I eventually stopped consuming this media completely, it just became too much to bear. This morning I had a flashback of all the faces, and I broke down crying in my kitchen while making tea. Crying to the lost potential, for the pain, and suffering. Crying in happiness to be free of such a dark thing. And just crying for...just crying :)

Starting young Just a bud Not yet bloomed

Left to grow Nourished and cared The flower will come

A young bud plucked Pulled into a spiral Forced to grow

Spirit now twisted Bent to the desire Of men

Put on display For all to see The flower wilts

Spray painted Happiness and youth Designed by professionals

Can you see past The lustful surface To impeded potential

I cry now For all the flowers Who will never bloom