Poetry Blogs (Sexual abuse)
This is about the guy who groomed me so language feedback would be 'really appreciated:)
In the sauna
I was an open wound.
My skin was anger:
sore and raw and
I'd be feverish,
The constant craving for salt,
was provoked by me,
so it was 'all my fault'
he was so thirsty.
He'd tear me apart...
Sunday 30th June 2019 6:44 pm
Pink, Red, and orange
fade to black
and I take cover
hiding under the bed.
Laying with the demons roaring
I thought he was a lover
but he just needed to be fed.
Bigger than this body,
stronger than these bones
echos as the bones snap.
My ears ring with bawdy
words of meancing tones.
as he finishes his tap
Sunday 5th May 2019 3:31 am
Building brick walls
and pretend to fall
cutting short a lifetime
Bricks I haul
covered in grime
pushing back the urge to bawl
at the memories of war crimes.
I smile at passerbys
and give an enuthastic wave
pretending to not be shattered by
the man who dug my grave.
I'd rather see
the expected conclave
between myself and the galaxy...
Friday 3rd May 2019 3:57 am
all i really ever wanted was to be loved and appreciated
lord knows i get so low, so i get high and make myself elevated
every day and night i'm always high, yeah i just stay faded
i want a love and type of feel thats so fuckin real there ain't no way to fake it
i want a man who so badly wants to see my soul, and not just see me naked
all these dudes know how to do is use me, there's nothing ...
Sunday 11th March 2018 1:38 am
The cuckoo and the fledgling meet
No song to sing, no dawn to greet
Sullen days, to the refuge retreat
Down the rabbit hole, exit lights my back
What disorientating & the degrading lack
Falls not free no terraferma, just terror, black
Knowledge & energy collide to confuse
Fever then to plague, no soul to transfuse
Attacked from inside, fuck it, light the fuse
Dealing with adversit...
Sunday 18th December 2016 11:25 am
Can you see the track marks up her arms?
With my wide eye
The stranger upon her neck.
Like the birthmark of a bloodhound,
Like a grisly flesh pinch,
An angrily sealed wound,
A Chinese burn,
A beating burning bruise,
A bloody blush:
The bite of the hungry.
Teeth she counted like cash,
The molars which paid her fine
And got her Alice's very own wonder
Monday 22nd February 2016 9:13 pm
As you sit a top the branches
Of this ancient temple old and wise
Without a worry or a care
Shielding sunlight from your eyes
Can you see the woman down below?
Her face is full of fear
She has a tale she needs to tell
But, not one you'll want to hear
No fairytale of love and hope
This memoir from within
But a nightmare from which she waits
For her life to begin
You see, not long from...
Thursday 7th January 2016 6:25 pm