Poetry Blogs (rape culture)
Rose Casserley on Is it me, or am I now living in a Rumplestiltskin world? (6 hours ago)
How many times must I rinse off the moon
And unpeel the stars from my skin?
Have someone ask what were you drinking?
How many times must I try clinging to lamp lights?
Try configuring keys into shining beacons?
I cannot see in the dark
Yes, blackouts steal my sight
But when finished,
I wake up feeling feverish
And fear ferments and festers
The night can be sticky
Monday 13th January 2020 2:41 pm
My mouth took some months to bloom
My words took some weeks to flower
You and I do not speak different languages
We possess different meanings
“What is the curl of your tongue?
What is the grind of your teeth?
What is the bow in your brows?
What do you mean?”
Your bottom line is neat and fine
Your ballpoint pen bullet-proof
My point is a r...
Sunday 9th June 2019 4:07 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
Is it coincidence
that at the end stage of the patriarchy
we see the extent of the abuse and rape of women exposed
alongside the rape of the planet?
As the Earth is pillaged and torn,
all living beings regarded as resources or collateral,
woman is shorn,
time and again, of her dignity, stripped bare,
in the final days...
Wednesday 7th November 2018 5:41 pm
Listen to me,
I know what you’re thinking,
“Great another poem,
Are we done yet?”
But listen to me.
You have a voice,
Well, use it.
Because unlike you,
But listen to me,
I don't know what you’re going through
And I can't tell your story,
Only you can.
So listen to me.
I want you to look around.
You are in a room with...
Friday 30th September 2016 8:18 pm
Her lips were red apples,
“Don’t trust lust!”
They called her a hag
Told me she had driven me mad!
“Kiss me” she said
And then I dropped dead
Because I realised my story was wrong,
Erased the ending they taught belonged
And then all I had to do was admit!
Write into the story and say:
actually everyone I am g-
“She’s sick, she’s just sick!”
“She needs a doc...
Monday 5th September 2016 5:26 pm