Poetry Blogs (Abuse)
You’d get so angry at me for no fuckin’ reason
So cold, baby, your heart is so freezing
“I just want you to act like you love me, trust me, and put no one above me”
If I don’t answer nicely, you’d push me and shove me
You’d get in my face, acting tough, “Go ahead try and fight me -
Come on, fight me back, I wish you would try me,”
But why would I try you?
Because now I...
Monday 5th March 2018 9:55 am
All alone in the world
full of disgrace, and disgust.
I never knew anything,
all my thoughts turned to dust.
The black and the gold,
this must have been my heart,
turning to dark mold.
Crusty and dry,
my high was fading,
and my eyes cried to a certain soul.
They all abandoned me,
and left me for dead.
As for what they forgot,
Friday 2nd March 2018 5:28 pm
Here we go again with this abuse
you slap me down you say i'm yours to use
you also result to hitting me
taking advantage of my generosity
then you pretend you done nothing at all
When it's time to explain the bruises i'l say "I had a fall"
what do you want me to do ?
Pretend to care about you...
Guess what i don't love you anymore
you're rotten to the core
you dont m...
Sunday 18th February 2018 7:32 pm
There is no good way to really start a poem
and by far
This is the third time I've tried to find a line to begin this
Which will never be the line that could best cooperate with myself
to get what I want.
So I could start my push
into talking about several things
Like how literary poetry is so different in nature to slam poetry, and why I think
both are good
But one is fine art,...
Friday 8th December 2017 12:05 am
Tick Tick Tick
You're leaving me alone
You're leaving me lying here
You're leaving me with the memories
Tick Tick Tick
I slowly return to my body
I slowly start to feel my skin again
I slowly feel the bruising on my lips begin to swell
I slowly start to feel the shame seep into my body
Tick Tick Tick
I lye there thinking of you
I lye there thinking of them all
Monday 24th July 2017 1:02 pm
I am fifteen years old and I think I own the world.
I have a boyfriend and he loves me.
He yells at me but that is okay, he loves me.
He shoves me but that is okay, he loves me.
He slapps me but that is okay, he loves me.
He holds me down as I yell and scream because it hurts but that is okay, he loves me.
I am sixteen years old and I escaped my first abusive relationship....
Monday 24th July 2017 10:43 am
How is it
that even someone
that clings to broken toys
with a mix of
nostalgia and remorse
that cradles a chinadoll
whose chipped fingers slip through flesh
to the infantile heart at the center of
be held in the cradle of arms
owned by someone whose own skin
wields their own patterns of 'horse play'
And brazenly still
Refuses to let go
Of such an uncoordinated ...
Friday 26th May 2017 5:47 pm
I know better
so why don't I do better?
Be angry and sin not
that's what the word says
that's what the world says
I'm tired and cranky
I just want to lie in bed
but lo and behold!
She is sleeping there
like Snorlax or Goldilocks
and I'm suppose to bear this?
too tired to fume
want to sweep this away
'Bring the broom, take out the trash,
Saturday 6th May 2017 1:38 am
Temporary wounds did form,
Above the ones I had ignored.
And the thoughts you had bestowed in me,
Are nothing but a memory.
Where you were weak, he is so fierce,
And where you lack, he comes in first.
The boy I thought I craved before,
Is nothing but a closing door.
Tuesday 14th March 2017 5:09 am
She cried until she died
The court stole her cry
Monday 14th November 2016 12:54 am
Engorged in the pit,
its jerking head
penetrates the foe.
All around excitedly men watch,
expectantly calculating gains.
Reaching climax now,
one last thrust to strut and preen.
the spattered sawdust matts clawed feet,
and the conquered is cast for meat.
The voyeurs too
Entertainment has not evolve...
Sunday 21st February 2016 11:16 am
Inanimate, not insentient.
in sodden chair.
Receptors flooding now
they have recoiled from being,
given up, they are closing down one by
last one, gone.
Contact lost, burned through.
Strapped to the gurney,
zipped and labelled for the fridge.
The carriage nonchalantly siren-less,
as it passes a sellers pitch.
A cold m...
Wednesday 13th January 2016 12:26 pm
How can a lie
make the whole world cry,
yet they claim there is nothing to see,
where nefarious knaves
and the covetous crave
beneath covers so stealthily, free?
No thought for the plebs
as they weave dangerous webs
in a world already complex,
where the sins of the saints
have done nothing but taint,
confuse, deceive and perplex.
To forgive and forget,...
Sunday 16th August 2015 5:17 pm
He risked his life for the country he loved, For those he cherished for all of us. He went to war, and he fought hard, His body bruised his memory scarred,
Now his rights have gone away, He lives alone, uncared for, abused every day. He was lucky in some respects, He made it home, he survives yet...
Tuesday 2nd September 2014 8:32 pm
An apartment's chaos now firmly removed
A stillness in the air, no sense of urgency
If he could see her now, he'd surely disapprove.
A smile creeps across her beaten face
Her beauty hidden behind a lifetime of abuse
In that moment she made peace with her decision
She knew that she had nothing left to lose.
In her hand she held a picture of her daughter
Friday 8th August 2014 9:50 am
There's a famous quote by Billy Bremner that says,
"Every time Leeds concede a goal,
I feel like I've been stabbed in the heart"
and nothing in existence compares to that one thing that...
Wednesday 25th June 2014 11:57 pm
Father's very strict, mother's very weak
Beatings too harsh for a daughter of only 3
You wished that I had died Daddy
You even said it out loud
but i loved you anyhow
Forbidden to walk on the carpet
I was just not good enough
I've tried to fulfill your wishes Daddy
Fifteen times I tried somehow
I ran under buses, in front of cars even.
I took hundreds of pills Daddy...
Tuesday 10th June 2014 1:38 am
(Poem dedicated to the Liverpool Tate art gallery which has chosen to buy and display this piece of abusive exploitative art)
Sometimes I wonder if I'm wearing the right glasses
or wrong vision?
All around me
people see things
Monday 16th September 2013 3:21 pm
No longer do we slice, strangle
bludgeon or burn victims
upon our godly altars
live offerings for appeasement or power.
Death for personal gain.
Yet behind intimate walls
with calculated cruelty
we sacrifice child, partner, parent
upon slabs of self-interest.
Not much different -
‘Death for personal gain.’
Monday 16th September 2013 1:01 pm
It’s only one more
What harm will it do?
If you really loved me like I do with you
Then you’d let me just have it, no fussing or fighting,
Not sitting here giving me daggers, me lightning
And watching me suffer; I’ll make this the last,
I promise from this day forward I’ll fast
I’ll become a new man; just you wait and see,
But for now will you not be a bastard to me
And just h...
Wednesday 8th May 2013 11:12 am
Incredible by Matthew Stuart Derbyshire
To the kid who's terrible at maths;
the one who thinks he's never going to pass;
the one who always seems to be at the bottom of the class:
you are incredible.
To the kid with the disability;
the one who has the ability
to be whoever or whatever it is that he wants to be:...
Sunday 10th February 2013 8:41 pm
could there ever have been
aught but harm
from such shrew whipped
an abusive storm
where it lead through
the corpse grass
of bloodied path
stumbled upon weather torn
that leering promontory
like fabled hag
Friday 31st August 2012 1:54 pm
If only I had known
what was happening,
If only I had known
where you lived.
If only I had known,
I would have gone
into your home.
I would have
taken you out.
If only I had known,
I would have taken
you into my home.
I would have fed you.
Tuesday 10th January 2012 7:58 pm
You're nearly fifty years of age, you have your gal of your dreams. You use your power love over her to bully her into submission. Tell me, do you feel a man? Getting her to cry and wish she was dead? Your beloved galfriend sent a fraught email to your enemy, The Manc. He's got your number and text you and tried to call you.
What do you think of that? She turns to me ...
Sunday 25th September 2011 2:50 am
in letters three feet high
across the bridge
“KELLY MATTHEWS IS A WHORE”
the paint was dry
her sharp reply
in a deeper crimson shade
as double edged
as Kelly’s blade
exposed the lie
that gave offence
- and their careless
use of tense.
Monday 9th February 2009 11:08 pm
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