I hope you're happy with everything you've achieved.
How does it feel to know you absolutely destroyed someone?
How does it feel knowing you tore down everything she worked so hard to build?
Does it make you happy, knowing she looks in the mirror and questions why someone was so determined to ruin her?
Does it thrill you to the core that you're the one that broke her? Not just her heart, but her body and mind.
Do you find joy in the fact that you stole hers?
When you moved, she flinched, unsure of whether you would be kind or cruel.
When you spoke, she closed her eyes, knowing your words would cloud her eyes.
When you hurled insults at her, she visibly shook, wondering when the verbal hurt would become physical.
Your voice became toxic to her body.
She broke herself trying to please you.
She was never pretty enough, she was never right.
She never listened, she never did a thing for you.
You poisoned her view of herself and you made her believe she will never be good enough.
God, I hope you're happy.
I hope you're happy and free.
Because she's broken and weak.
And it's all because of you.
Copyright © Cheyenne Ruble | Year Posted 2016
My knees have touched every part of this floor
Not for the satisfaction one would get from acting out a favorite animal position
But more from being dragged around like an animal
My disposition was no longer sweet
Cuts and bruises covered my feet
I tried to run
Even tried jumping out the window
Since luck spared me from being thrown from it yet
But every attempt failed
I was jailed
I placed my hands on the glass
Clear for the world to see
In hopes that someone, anyone
Would save me
Each day I placed another blood stained hand print on the window
Passerby must have thought I was an artist
Red turkey decorations
In the middle of summer?
They must have thought it weird
As they just looked and passed by
My cries were heard only by me
Numerous phone calls made to the police
One time too many, I guess
Because their visits ceased
I was advised to file an Order of Protection
Since the police themselves couldn’t offer protection
My mind was boggled with the thought of useless police
With such closed minds and biased beliefs
It was my fault for being in the situation I was in
Thanks a lot to those women
Who deceitfully mirrored my pain,
Willfully brought shame to my name
For women, they are insane
For thinking this is a game
I am a woman
And because of that
I get choked with
The insanity cloak
From the first mention of domestic violence
I was so sick and tired of
My pleas for help
Being greeted with silence
The first chance I got
I filed an Order of Protection
Thinking this was my underground railroad to freedom
Just to think
I survived through all the punching, slapping, pushing
Rapes and threats
Just to have this order of so-called protection
Place the highest bet
On my life
I made it under ground and realized
The grass is greener on the other side
But why did I have to die?
Copyright © Latosha Mitchell | Year Posted 2014
You know why I run game? It's 'cause I'm a player
I'm the night in shining armor, she's a dragon, I'm gon' slay her
That means when I beat it up, I'm gonna kill it
Tell her keep our business to herself, don't spill it
Can't follow directions, then it's on to the next
Hope you get the message, not talking 'bout a text
I sleep with more chicks than a night-gown
Without 'em I'm like a sentence with no noun
For those who don't know that means incomplete
It's a race to get 'em first, I gotta' compete
They wanna be on the team, tryin' to make the cut
True player, show no feelings, keep 'em in a shell, walnut
Females fill my atmosphere, they mean the world to me
I got damsels galore, it's always plural with me
Got gangs of chicks, which one should I bang
They're steady in my face, sort of like some bangs
Hate when they try to lock me down, I'm not in jail
She starts talking 'bout marriage, then I'm gonna bail
Sometimes I need my space, like a vacant lot
I hate being congested, like a nose filled with snot
Hey, stop bugging me, you startin' to act like a knat
Before you go, give me head, I need it like a hat
Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013
When I was called little brother,
It meant I have an elder sibling.
One from whom I could learn,
Between Light and Dark.
What about the Grey?
Only a few would about the grey;
Would even begin to aspire,
Is grey the divider?
What is a divider?
In essence a carrier,
Of both dark and Light;
Having both thane sight!
The grey is never contrite,
It does and will do on sight!!!
Come with your purported might!
Unseen seen chaos,
These are my instruments,
Will be eaten as sacrements.
For continual human growth within,
Mistakes rectified by the elder or role model;
Taught the current crop must be,
Lessons are as seeds;;;
Planted into our mother,
Blending with Earth, Water and Sun,
The seed transmutes and soon the seed has had its fun,
A plant is now the end product.
We humans are also ever transforming,
Perhaps not as apparent as natural beauty forming,
But what is natural beauty?
What is beauty?
Random randominity is beauty natural,
Random beauty is natural randominity,
Natural randominity is random beauty,
Beautiful randominity randoms naturally,
Not an over-spill,
Understanding and comprehension,
The trick however is to pass on that understanding and comprehension.
But how do you do that?
When most of the generation is tuned to the Playstation!
Violent games evocating the continuation
Of our disgusting violent nation.
Perhaps attempt to not scold or tell;
Allow thane actions to speak wonders,
As an undiscovered well.
Keep the resonance of thane bell,
Perhaps another revolutionary,
Your prodige has to be selectant,
Of his student, his confectionary.
Without this passing down of knowledge,
We all might as well eat the most poisonous berry.
Copyright © Chad Greef | Year Posted 2013
He said, "You're my sweet baby-love."
I basked in warm romance.
"You're my sweet baby too," I said.
"My heart does sing and dance."
Last night we were out on the town.
I made quite sure he saw
me flirting with some handsome men.
That's not against the law!
"You know they're only friends," I whined.
He grabbed me by the arm.
His face became a mask of rage,
but still I feared no harm.
At last he smiled and said to me,
"You are my baby, still!"
We've played this game so many times.
We fight, then woo--a thrill.
I've always felt that it's okay
to push his buttons. He
will push mine too. It's what we do.
Excitement--that's the key!
Though he's come close to hitting me
and sometimes I punch him,
we know just where to draw the line.
We'd never act on whim!!
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016
Your words are like stones
Whether skipped or thrown
They fly alone
Bruising and breaking deeper than bones
Yet pain from these stones will never be shown.
Whether near or far
She'll faithfully wait
Till the unknown date
When those stones are kind and lost of hate
You make mistakes
Yes she can relate
But what if the pain becomes to great
Whe the kindness comes too late
Such small pieces of her heart
whats left to make
She gave to much
Now there's none to take
Just one everlasting ache
That your stones did create
They say you can never retake
A women's heart once it breaks
So next time withhold the quake
Your stones with take
And keep this lesson
As a dear keepsake.
<3 Kalee Lynn
Copyright © Kalee Robertson | Year Posted 2013
If I could take it back
When I can bring you back
make our bad word weapons disappear
so your heart and hope need not despair.
If I could repair your strong-heart soul
rich with vital confidence,
you can do this,
you can be this,
you are part of this,
in your way
which is a right way
for us to become with you,
you are doing this,
we are doing this together.
If I can take it back
absorb our black ballistic tones
in minor tragic keys I aimed your way
out of my own fears
I can not love you fierce enough
to remember you must know
this extended Earth-stream has your back,
is your back,
together with you,
part of you,
always voting Yes for mutual wins,
where love embraces our shared hope
and not despair.
If you could catch this hope from me,
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
You think you’ve gone just far enough,
I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again
You think you were careful but,
I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form
You think you can find a way into my good graces
I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume
You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents
You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win
Don’t underestimate me
You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing
You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down
My eyes took too long to adjust
Better late than never
It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours
My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep
Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet
Then I thought about the mess it would make
I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own
I was not weak, but I had a weakness
A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care
Now my heart is a stone so heavy
I could kill at least two birds at once
Being the nice guy is a thing of the past
Thanks for freeing me of that softness
You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things
When really I had just been swallowing razor blades
Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong
Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you
If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run
Your gonna be the one with tired feet
I’m not sad anymore
Just sick with the plague of your lies
Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss
Even angels can make themselves wicked
When we do, we take no prisoners
Still think I’m a game
This one is just beginning
Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013
I hope you find the one in your dreams
But on-line romance may not be all it seems
Let me tell you the tale of Sue
And I hope it is a lesson for you
For many months she contacted this guy
He was tall and handsome and sure caught her eye
They decided to meet for a real live date
Sue was so excited she really couldn’t wait
They had such a fun time, her heart was on fire
This amazing man had fueled her desire
They started to meet really regularly
He even went to her mother’s for tea
Flowers and candlelight dinners were his thing
Soon he got her an engagement ring
She was blinded by his devotion
And wedding plans were quickly put in motion
Things were moving all too fast
Her friends were worried about his past
Then he started to turn quite jealous
Didn’t like her talking to other fellas
He started to follow her everywhere she’d go
He turned from boyfriend into her foe
If she didn’t answer his mobile call
He’d go crazy and his fists would fall
But she was blinkered by his attention
His violent past he failed to mention
One day his anger turned to a violent rage
He was like a wild animal trapped in a cage
His fists flew like bullets from a gun
A human punch bag she’d become
For many weeks in hospital she did lay
I can picture her battered face to this very day
This monster is now back in prison
His actions they can never be forgiven
Things are not always as they seem
So be wary of the person behind the computer screen
All I ask my friends is that you are aware
Remember ‘Sue’s Story’ and please take care
Some of this poem is fiction sadly some of it is fact
9th May 2014
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014
I had a racist boyfriend once, we’ll call him ‘Racist Bloke’
I dealt with the whole ‘racist thing’ by making it a joke
I used to call him out on it, and then I just gave in
Discarding my morality like fag ends in the bin
“Never argue with a bigot” I would laugh, and make the tea
“I’m not a racist” he would say “it’s witty parody”
It just got worse and worse, until we couldn’t watch the news
“Dirty Muslims this,” he’d say, “those filthy effing Jews”
I’d leave the telly off in case the sight of one black face
Would flush his chain and cause him to start ranting about race
And start blaming all the women who had ever given birth
In the dry and deadly desert, for the failings of the earth
He’d read up on the history of Jews throughout the ages
(it took him quite a while as there were quite a lot of pages)
Liked to rant about the Rothschilds, thought he’d got me with their riches
Expecting me to then agree that Jewish girls were bitches
“Women” he would say, “just shouldn’t have to wear the veil”
As if veil equalled jihad equalled every Muslim male
He was bad enough when sober, but when drunk it was profound
He’d be p*ssing venom down the pub like urine on the ground
He’d reduce a room to silence, and could empty out a bar
With his verbal racist violence, going further than too far
And then he’d order curry, oh he liked a bit of that
“Hey, did you know Mohammed was from some dark clot begat”
He would say as he was waiting for his naam bread and his bhaji
Like some hungry little Hitler rocking ‘rat arsed and Faragey’
It was painful, and embarrassing, it filled me with dismay
It was always, it was everywhere, and every flippin’ day
And yet really, to be honest, was I not as bad as he
All smug in my self-righteousness “I’m not a racist, me”
Sticking proudly to my principles in public mass debate
Whilst I broke bread with the sh*t and chose to zone out all his hate
In that sorry sick scenario ‘twas me that was the joke
I am the girl who sold her soul because she loved a racist bloke
© Gail Foster 2016
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016
He hit me, yes, he really tricked me, for he said he would never hit me, I was his lollipop, for he bit me -n- licked me, then kissed me, then took me to Italy -n- made love to me viciously in Sicily, he massaged -n- gave gifts to me, -n- wine -n- dined me, expensively his love delivers me, but my heart pays the penalty, my thoughts think independently, but my emotions fall victim to thy dependency, my words cut through his soul -n- his blows broke my nose, but not my heart, I make excuses, is it me or him to end this, where do I start, he did what he said he would never do, so I ponder on that thought, my bruises healed from when our emotions fought, can I be bought, he loves me but he hits me, the world looks at this differently, he tricked me for he said he would never hit me, I was his lollipop, for he bit me -n- licked me, then kissed me, then took me to Italy -n- penetrated me viciously in Sicily, I looked deep into his eyes, there I saw him very differently, won’t repeat this history, I love him to death, meaning I will kill his A if he ever again hits me, seriously.
You didn’t feel what I felt
When he hit me, so I’m sorry if
You look at me differently
To the Janay Rice’s
Of the world
Copyright © Nakym Sheffield | Year Posted 2014
I, me, I, myself,
I've become what I never thought I would
The monsters I've worked so hard to fight, are now me, I,
He put his hands on her neck
To hurt me, to scare me
But he scared her
The fear in her eyes, the tears that came running down her face will always haunt me
She was screaming, mommy help me!
I stood there terrified, I quickly agreed with him so he could put her down
I ran to her, she ran to me and we embraced each of us sobbing
Her heart beating fast like mine
Holding her tight, protecting her
Am in love, or so I think
I am so blurred with stupidity that I hurt what is mine
I can't see beyond the lies and the fears
Maybe it's the fear of being alone, being a single parent
Or the fear that am not "happily married" like most of my age mates
Or the fear, that I will be placed on the judgment bench by my culture; once married you have to take the bad and good, you have to tolerate, you shouldn't complain, it'll be a disgrace if you go back to your mother's house, stick to it, look at your mothers and learn
The umbrella of abuse has so many holes
You are always soaking wet with pain and fear
My smiley makeup that I put on everyday, has to be redone every second
It never lasts
Sometimes behind a beautiful smiley, hides abuse and violence
*Written for a friend*
Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
I knock back whiskey, you’re taken away
No more pounding hate games and left for dead
Despicable games you hurtfully play
Withdrawn, forbidden, bruised – discarded
At last truth uncovered, my life to keep
I knock back whiskey, you’re taken away
Realization dawns, head reels pulse slows – weep
Despicable games you hurtfully play
Spewing fountains a gargoyle, I fall asleep
No more pounding hate games and left for dead
Losing him, unknown future lies ahead
Withdrawn, forbidden, bruised – discarded
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2015
(Random stories Shared with me influenced this write)
Endless reaching I pick up the pieces
My Life lost in scattered seeds
One by one I pick them up
To rebuild another tree
I am the tree, my soul the seeds
I dropped them in places randomly
Throughout my unfortunate life
Where others stole a piece of me
I dropped a few when I was young
When my dad’s drinking had begun
He beaten and tortured beyond repair
Taking things I choose not to share
I dropped a few when I was a teenager
Living among people I considered a stranger
I looked for those who I recognized
But what I seen my eyes despised
I dropped a few when I was older
When my husband left and turned his shoulder
My life became harder with children involved
I witnessed their cries that seem to evolve
I dropped a few when I realized
That I can't live with secrets and lies
And faced my own demons and forgave
All who took a part of my life away
With endless reaching I pick up the pieces
My soul is scattered seeds
One by one I pick them up
Rebuilding another tree
One day my roots will be planted
Where I stand so sturdy and tall
I will not allow to be shaken
My seeds will never fall
Copyright © Sheri Lin Hayes | Year Posted 2014
I chose to love you as you were awesome
but then your love, pure venom
loving you certified me insane
caused me migraine
you feigned innocence
in me, for you, deep reverence
my poem reminiscence
of the sequence of pain and violence
your love I renounce
you promised impossibility
but had no capability
realistic of this I shared your enthusiasm
at dawn, eroticism
at dusk, pessimism
with time you installed the poison
this, I repeat, retrospection
lost nothing your desire-a satisfaction
the venom leaves me septic
my life hectic
secretly you quieted
your plans well suited
to make me welcome
Copyright © Oliver Muchuma | Year Posted 2016
He thought his words were to be of comfort
to his unstable partner of many turbulent years,
how wrong he was to even show any effort
out on his ear, now needing help from peers
to beg friends for somewhere to lay his head,
displaced, confused, wondering why him
knowing a sofa would have to do no bed,
he had always tried, gone out on a limb
to please her, though it's not her to blame,
her illness she has no control, severe anxiety
no natural cure, her temper they can't tame,
again sofa surfing looking for some generosity,
after a couple of days he heard her pleading
for him to come home, Her fury had subdued,
He hurries back to her as his heart is bleeding
back to the torment, to be used and abused,
knowing deep down tomorrow she'll be cursing
and he will be back on the road sofa surfing.
Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2016