Poetry Blogs (2019, domestic violence)
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
Be kind... I am still getting used to writing after my stroke. It’s so hard but a friend’s experience prompted this one . Assisted technology sounds bizarre reading back such a sensitive topic. I hope it still works as a poem.
It’s not a street light.
It’s so hard to see.
It frightens me.
I’m not worth it.
Am I to blame?
Is it my f...
Monday 24th June 2019 3:12 pm
When your heart beats so fast because the man you love is right there
Beauty shines from within fuled by love we share
That warm feeling
of course he feels the same
You know it's in his eyes and through signals from his brain
Knowing your safe no matter what
Knowing whatever happens you mean to him alot
Security of knowing love will see you through
The comfort that he trusts the same and ...
Monday 24th June 2019 9:12 am
It’s only a game
This beautiful game.
There was nothing he liked more than a kick-around with a ball
Down the park or the reccie with his mates
He’d stay out til dark and his mum would moan he was late for his tea.
The lads swapped football stickers and wore team shirts for PE
And when he got the latest home kit for Christmas he was delighted.
Okay there was that time tha...
Monday 16th July 2018 2:51 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
I am sorry she feels so angry,
She tried to let it go,
It's all in the past now,
But all she's done is grow.
The memories sit beside her,
Dark pain silently crushes
Nothing to break the fear,
Screams no one will hear.
Remember stinging legs,
Red and raw as silk,
Smacked and beaten badly,
Long gone the mothers milk.
Why did you do it child?
You always break the rules.
Monday 22nd May 2017 2:55 pm
I was born here, under Maggie's rule.
Living beneath her Spitting Image character
hanging from a telecom wire overhead.
The youth here knew hate before they knew love
and everybody hated the Iron Lady.
Everything here was grey; from the rows of well-worn
tenements and dirt-strewn streets to the sunken eyes
of every battered wife.
Violence was rife, accepted as normality.
A messed up reali...
Tuesday 12th April 2016 11:07 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
Drawing worthless diction as fire,
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Friday 30th May 2014 11:12 am