Abuse. Poems - Poems about Abuse.

No exit allows egress

No exit allows egress...

forever dooming how the missus and I relate
where interplay, foreplay and coldplay 
insinuated themselves within mine pate,
once I espied and entered trap door to late,
thus now ensnared and inextricably
caught into the web of deceit
courtesy my own making
detritus of sundered scattered corpses
a stark prelude of unpleasant fate
awaits yours truly,
whereat once harmonious convergence
between the

the voice of the people

The Voice of the People

The morning is excellent and calm
I try to write about the feeling I have inside me,
But can only come up with a feeling
of boredom, that comes when looking out of the window
too often and see that nothing has changed.
I don't want to live here anymore, but I'm fearful
of the unknown –

Free Sample at the Deli

When things seem to clean
too good to be true
or if something is for free
There's probably a con man waiting in the wings
things can get soiled in a city heartbeat.

Never take a free sample at Dahmer's deli
or a ride from a clean stranger.
You may end up on Bundy's back roads 
potholes filled with poisoned souls...
You may

Committed

Potential is not a promise-
and that's all I've seen in you.

I've given every opportunity-
but you've never followed through.

(You once) treated me with kindness-
but I deserve much more.

I deserve a kind of love-
I've not experienced before.

I deserve consistency-
and I deserve the truth.

And I deserve my wishes-
(and all of) my dreams to come true.

I've come to learn

Credit Her, Predator

Love me Once, and Twice again,

Summer Months, from Mice to Men!

Summer Boar, on Figs they Dine,

Now they Soar, from Pigs to Swine!

expressions

Expressions


Yesterday I wrote about observing facial expressions
so much can be said of the unsaid, where a smile often
it is a shield against the hurt of loose, unscripted words
AI, suggested it could help, I let it help, but the result
flawless, I must say, was no longer what I wrote
AI suggested I should alter some words to

my home

my
home
remains
commercials
like your shadow 
I break down all status barriers
we settle instead for the least objectionable
stations available at the moment among couples on the job who don’t relate


but we share a unique structure of feelings rather than a formally binding us 
we claim our audience with only first acting against
a fixed scale of high quality
viewers will

restless hands

I look at my old hand
Blotches of liver spots, slow-running blood vessels
Delivering old blood so I can fold my hands
Once they caressed a woman`s body, who moaned
And my hands were firm
Women used to see me and smile, but now I walk
The earth unobserved and words become a long silence.
If I tell you how much I

In multi national Crick'

Theres a flood today in Crick.'
Uncontrolled migrants; on the uptick'
There is football till morning.'
When they normally were snoring
And drunks in their, park being sick.'

A River darkened

I'm sick of being
the man I never was,
once upon a time
I could have been,
anything,
but closing my eyes,
the images gush thru
darken memory
I cannot rest.
I think sometimes,
it'll be best
to suicide.
I've tried
in the past
but I know,
I'll be reborn
back.
I will live on,
and past the fronts,
live in solitary
of humanity
in a darkened
and obsolete
old town.
I need
to be
anything
but
here.
I hate my venom,
it was building.
I

Untitled

We were young,
no accident,
brittle are branches
snapping
of fragility.
They say,
there's blood
in a tree's bark...
And the pain comes,
with chopping
of the wood.
We can't be blamed
for loss of innocence
to the grey swirly
of constant clouds,
watching us
since we were
knee hide,
delivering
fore-boding
nightmares.....

cold wind over Europe

Cold is the wind in Europe.

It is a stormy evening, brown leaves flying in the storm
dank and dry, torn from the mother tree with hatred 
I`m thinking of Macron, the president of France,
extolling globalization. I`m a nationalist, from
a country that has naturally evolved, has its own culture, 
and an unspoken agreement on how people should perform.
We

What's left when there is nothing left

The stench of shame fills the air
Tears fallen choked her words
Laying in a pool of red
Her massa had stolen her innocence 
Bruises decorated her already scarred flesh
A mark of ownership

A sinister smirk sends shivers
As the white man admires his coloured canvas
Pride engulfs him
Watching her struggle against the shackles
Her screams silenced by his hands around her

NORMAL

Hush, Daddy's sleeping,
we don't want him to wake.
Let Mommy relax and
have a little break.

It's okay, sweetie,
don't look so sad.
No, Mommy's eye
doesn't hurt bad.

Go on outside
and get some fresh air.
Later on we'll take
a drive somewhere.

No, honey, you didn't
do anything wrong;
now go on and play,
but don't be too long.

You know daddy
didn't mean to do it.
He just gets

What was his problem??

What was his problem?
He never did anything below the belt in this world.

What was his problem?
He never looked at a girl with the wrong sense of commitment.

What was his problem?
Looking at every possible thing in life
and trying to enjoy it,
even when he was suffering deep inside.

What was his problem?
When he was told he should be

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