Abuser Poems

living with an abuser

the pouting begins
abusers manipulate
first apology

within a few weeks
a blatant power struggle
narcissists rule

welcome to hell house
you can never fully please
seriously run

he will seclude you
she will leave permanent scars
they are abusers

an abuser starts out slowly

He began to take her away from her hobbies.
No big deal, her friends thought.
Then he took her away from her family.
They thought it was just young love.

After the marriage no one could get in touch with her.
He had sequestered her far away.
She no longer seemed to have a phone.
Her social media accounts were closed.

You don’t

Plotting my Escape from My Abuser

If you could read my mind
it would be more difficult for me to escape
I have the craftiest plan
but it will not work if you do read my mind

I am a ghost here, you have taken all of my blood
Bloodless, friendless and alone, I ponder my fate
Do I have enough energy left to make a break

No More, Never Again, Goodbye Grief

in the light, bruising shadows shun
the moon and stars,
the wind who blows,
the nightly wishes – rivers of hope
seaside moments, poured out on the sand
remembering the silence
of yesterday’s sin – her secrets
no longer mute, but hesitant to tell
what has been, the truth
stirs her tears, her fears, the years
overflowing with soundless dread
remembering the pain that is
all a

Abused Becomes The Abuser?

They say the abused becomes the abuser,
but I will never turn out to be you.

Your shadows may haunt me,
but never consume.

Every scar you inflicted,
every tear you caused
has given me the strength to never fear.

Your cruelty taught me what not to become,
but it also taught me empathy.

I carry your wounds,
but not your hate,
as I refuse to

YOU SAID THAT BEFORE

I know you well, 
because I knew you well. 

Children grow into what they are taught.

The constant pain from blows I fought.

Your clean shirts pressed for your nights out,

No matter if I cried with a painful pout.

Your drunken fits when you got home,

Bragging about the way you got stoned.

Putting me down because I changed,

My birthing

My Stalker and Domestic Abuser

Intimidation traumatized by fear my ex husband a copy cat arsonist 
had begun a strange sorted affair I would say leading up to this very 
dreary day two abusive husbands both working for the same arsonist 
decades later leaving nine victims in their wake Christmas day 1984 
finally memorial day 1998 victim nine perished my

The Halls of Deception

In shadows deep, they weave their cunning guise
With silver words and false, beguiling eyes
Their smiles, a mask, concealing hidden schemes
Deceptive hearts, where selfish ego secrets scream

A puppeteer of trust and empathy
Beware the charm that hides a wicked plan
For in their web, they will steal your soul

Let wisdom's light can pierce deceit's dark veil
Expose the lies,

Drinking and Drunk

Drinking  more  alcohol and drunk 
Falling  into the mud at  waterfalls 
Creeping  in grass like a Crocodile

The parrot sung ," 
 Haibo...Oh!
 Booed...
 Drunken...yoh! 
    Vooed...

Bitten the innoncent parrot like a bulldog 
Veiled your face and Closed your ears in open view

Other parrot sung," 
Haibo...Oh!
Booed...
    Drunken...yoh!
       Vooed...

You put yourself into the trap 
because  of drinking 
And drunk 
You

Glass and Other Fragile Things

shattered glass,
all over the floor.
my feet bleed,
but I still want more.

some years ago,
you started a war.
I loved you once,
never again I, swore.

you paint me evil,
but I disagree.
you disliked yourself,
and took it out on me.

these marks that you’ve left
are starting to wear.
I can’t be who you need,
but you don’t care.

shattered glass,
nothing to fall for.
a million cracks

To My Abuser

I think of the times
That you used my body
And turned me into
Someone other than me
Your name is forever
Etched on my skin
The scars you left 
Are deep within 
You took my whole life 
Away from me
Isolated me from friends 
And family 
You made me yours
To use as you please
You kept me close
On bended knees
Though I'm no

She Knew She Was a Bad Girl

After her ordeal and rescue she was offered too much prettiness
Too fast, too much empathy, too much concern, too much kindness.
She ran back to her abuser, trying to reattach her depressed self to him,
Trying to rectify what she had begun to think was normal, promising love.

When in fact, she was giving him less than that,

It Only Happened Once

He is sorry after giving her that beat down.
He has never been this sorry. 
His wailing sobs can be heard all over the hospital.
Begging her to forgive him. She decides to not press charges.
He is like a contrite little boy.

She wants him to return to that adoring, hand-holding,
loveable, overly solicitous almost too-good-to-be-true man
she remembers from

Abuser Bean

ABUSER BEAN

Morning beams to light addiction
Brewing needs to a daily fatigued affliction
Dark brown beans of caffeine cupped in ceramic
Without brew: seems I’ll go manic

Vapour breathing cup of fragranced mist
Beckons to needy lips in frantic caffeine list
Odours burnt, smoky and oaky teasing steady sips
Frenzy of buzzing bliss on my coffee trips

Bottled, tinned or cupped I’ll keep

The Great Abuser

I can lie like you wouldn’t believe,
Convince you beyond doubt,
I’ll back it up with reasons that make sense,
I’ll say it with sincerity,
Staunch and resolute,
Done so well I won’t need a defence,
I’ll play the victim,
Play the crowd,
I’ll play my part so well,
You can’t compete with me this is my show,
Your just a part I let you

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