Poetry Blogs (domestic abuse)
When you are left black and blue, And all he can do Is turn around in bed, And whisper 'so...
Tuesday 4th August 2020 10:25 am
This is how messed up it was...
Last night, my husband woke up and was cuddling me, then touching me, then we both were wide awake in intimacy. It was beautiful. It always is.
Then after, the doubt creeped in.
Chris lied. Chris always lied. I would wake up in the middle of the night to him touching himself to pictures on the internet. Once I woke up and he was staring at pictures of a wom...
Monday 12th August 2019 6:03 am
I loved you like I loved storms. I was fascinated by every strike of lightning and each gust of wind, the sheer power of it, the wind I mistook for passion and the ferocity I believed was simply something to pass with the movement of clouds.
Little did I know the damage caused to my being every second I caught myself standing in its wake.
I loved you far more than you deserved. I loved you a...
Monday 12th August 2019 5:53 am
I remember the fire in his eyes, burning red and hot like the devil's. Sometimes it was just a flicker, a blink, and a temporary fade when we were out in public. Other times it lit and caught and consumed his entire person and mine as well. I melted under the heat of those flames. It melted my strength, my dignity, everything I stood for. It made me feel weak. It burnt me, enough to carry those sa...
Monday 12th August 2019 5:43 am
You calculated the acts
but miscalculated facts
with your flawed calculator,
set on manipulator.
Who will you deceive next?
Prepare to be her ex-
lover turned abuser-
pray for your accuser.
She knows your lustful ways
lurk in dark walls to play
games of the fetish kind
with other perverse minds.
Beauty slipped on your icy
hills of lies with spicy
sleds that you call a tongue,
Tuesday 2nd April 2019 6:47 am
powdered, light-tinted dust strokes the crevices of her porcelain face.
red liquid plasters the outside of her perfectly shaped lips.
black goo strikes the thick corners of her luscious eyelashes.
the girl staring back at her she does not recognize.
Perfect. Beautiful. Good. the voices in her head say.
A faint smile warms her face;
painted, covered, and disguised in the lies...
Thursday 15th November 2018 3:46 pm
My light shined upon
the dark hues of you-
the vastness hidden
I coated the pain
with discarded paint,
bleeding through linens
of truth's art canvas.
Fragile yet edgy curves
dance into shapes that
Monday 8th October 2018 8:51 pm
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
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
‘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