Poetry Blogs (domestic abuse)
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
I won't run away from it
No matter how deep the shit
I swear that I'll never quit
I'll be here til the end of it
Skin that is bruising
Scars I'm not loosing
A time in my life where all I've seen abusing
Whip me, break me, beat me until I'm oozing
I'll still get up
Its my life your not choosing.
I make the choice to stay and endure
I make the choice because she is so pure
I'll take the...
Saturday 12th August 2017 6:52 am
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
So I was standing at the bar
not paying due attention, drinking double Jameson's
for my happiness extension.
I see the bar-girl fix on me
with sadness in her eyes, scared of someone close to her,
she's shrinking deep inside.
And there the owner was
stood watching just behind, sneering Billy Tawdry,
he’s the handy nasty kind.
Then I see it clear as da...
Friday 10th March 2017 7:48 am
‘It’s my skin,’ she said,
But he still shook his head.
Did she not understand
The risk entailed? Once the
Fine pale surface was broken,
There was no going back.
The permanency of a foreign body
Worming its way beneath
Her flesh - this he could not
Permit. For her own good.
Though he paid no heed
To the multicoloured rings
And patterns that each faded
Tuesday 8th March 2016 10:55 am
They can now breed blue roses, and breed blue violets too;
Horticultural references don’t quite fit the array of hues.
Yet they are not concerned with, perhaps never knew
Of the silent ones whose spouses leave them black and blue.
Sunday 14th February 2016 10:15 pm
Did you ever really love me?
If you're told you're worthless so many times you start to believe it
I believed it
I am ashamed that I let it go on for so long
The snide remarks
The oppressive atmosphere
I couldn't go out on my own
Couldn't be trusted you said
I had never done anything to justify this
It's the small things that add up
We never h...
Friday 13th February 2015 4:27 pm
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