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Beth met James on the nudist beach,
Splashing and crashing around.
He had revived her with mouth to mouth,
After she’d nearly drowned.
And Bruce met Frank on the nudist beach,
Sunbaking on the sand.
They’d rubbed lotion all over one another,
As they both had slowly tanned.
Then Shelly met Coral on the nudist beach,
They both played in the water.
Shell was there as a friend of Bruce,
And Coral was James’ daughter.
All seemed fun on the nudist beach,
From a distance they all got along.
The invisible was the anxiety,
The things that were really wrong.
Beth thought she was defined by her weight,
And James thought he was too thin.
And Bruce had only just come out to Shell,
And Frank had just buried his twin.
And Shelly’d just left an abusive relationship,
With a woman who was emotionally screwed.
And Coral detested the scars on her body,
Compensating by overeating her food.
But on the beach no one judged,
No one shamed or embarrassed or humiliated.
They all respected, appreciating their company,
A natural life they’d wholeheartedly celebrated.
They had all met on a nudist beach,
It was a place of honest and free and of pure.
They could each be their instinctive self,
The nudist beach was their natural cure.
Walked through this dying town
A Latina that burned buildings down
A vision of grace in a world of gray
A kind of beauty words can't say
Nightmares real and dreams old
A story of sin and virtues sold
Offered a future and a steady hand
A future built on solid land
Looked through me like glass
Waited for her storms to pass
She went with him
Because she wanted to
Tore my heart on cue
Became a woman of a drunk
All her treasures packed
In an old car’s trunk
Trading glory
For a bottle of rye
Under the bleeding
Chickasha sky
She was the biggest whore
The finest in Grady they say
In the ruins of Chickasha
Men lived for her
By the hour - sometimes a month
To hold the beauty I wanted once
A paradox she had it all
But all she could do is crawl
The highest rise and the hardest fall
Whiskey breath on the breeze
Bringing a proud man to his knees
Chose shadows over a name
Chose a bottle over the flame
She said, "I like the warmth of your light
But I need a man who runs in the night
I need the chaos, I need to crawl
I want the one who offers nothing at all"
I had to go, she wished to stay
In the ruins of old Chickasha
The bottle’s empty, the glass cracked
There is no way of turning back
Leaving gold for the shifting sand
With a man who can’t even stand
She went with him
Because she wanted to
Destroyed my heart on cue
The whore of a drunk
Her treasures packed
In an old car’s trunk
Traded her story
For a bottle of rye
Under a bleeding Chickasha sky
The finest whore with nothing to give
Giving it away where the drunks live
Dancing a slow death
In old Chickasha
It started with a scent, a touch, from him,
Something once loved, now causes fear deep within.
The wrong joke, look or word said,
Would cause him to see red.
Screaming, shouting, pushing, shoving,
Abusive words and bloodied fists replaced all the loving.
Caressing fingers, now clench a throat fighting for air,
Blood running into eyes, blurring the horrified stare.
As the world grows dark and consciousness fades,
Suddenly, I snap back and hopelessness cascades.
Crushing the terrified soul of the beaten one,
That this nightmare is not quite done.
Broken, bloodied, bruised, and battered,
A soul that feels lost, alone, and shattered.
Then one day a voice screams from within,
You've survived this far! NOW, get away from him!
Taking a chance, darting out the door,
Running for a life so he can't hurt it anymore.
Never again will I let a man think he can beat me into submission,
I've learned I matter, TO ME, and no one can take that, not even him.
*This is very personal to me. I was in an abusive relationship when I was 18, but I survived and swore that it would never happen again. I'm now in a healthy and happy relationship with my husband and 7yr old boy. Both of which I am very grateful for.
This poem is about the suffering a person endures when they are in an abusive relationship. Too scared to say anything, staying silent for safety reasons until they crack [ no one sees what goes on behind closed doors]
You scare me with your words. You scare me with your silence.
You scare me with that certain look; you scare me with your violence.
You scare me when we go out; you scare me when we are in the house.
You scare me into saying nothing your like a cat playing with a scared little mouse.
You scared me into saying that you were never wrong; and you were always right. You scared me so much that I can hardly sleep at night.
You scare me with the text you wrote And in phone call with what you said.
You scared me into having sex, and you scared me when you pinned me to the bed
You scared me when you caught me running out the front door. You scared me when I thought I was dying after you beat me on the floor.
You scared me when I was in the hospital, and you scared me into telling me what to say. You scared me when you said you would kill me if it tried to get away.
But now I am in prison, and I am not scared anymore. You see, I stopped being scared. When I left you dead on the kitchen floor.
Head hung low, walking dead and hollow.
As I hear your voice, and I wait for the pain to follow.
Your hurtful words sting like angry bees.
I try to get away from you on shaky knees.
How did we go from Heaven to Hell?
If you ever loved me, its sure hard to tell.
You are sadistic as you stalk and taunt me.
Its over, why can't you just leave me be?
Your words wound and slash me to the core.
Just when I think you're done you yell some more.
As if that isn't bad enough, tomorrow you'll call and be sweet.
Asking me to take you back and find somewhere to meet.
Twisted and torn, I know I can not bear to be with you alone.
Its safer for me to only talk with you on the phone.
I know my life is in danger if I agree to take you back.
Even if you wanted to, you can't stop at a slap
You get so angry when you don't get your way.
Last time I ended up in the hospital for more than a day.
Push me away, then try to pull me back.
With your mood swings, I can never keep track.
I wish I had a switch to turn off my feelings.
I try to be hard but my life you are stealing.
I have to be strong and keep you away.
If I don't, I may not live to see another day.
Its not as easy as it sounds to leave a loved one.
But sometimes, despite love, you have to know when you're done.
Love is not always enough to keep you together.
I'd rather have my life, than be scared forever.
*For all that have asked, YES, this is a true story and it IS about me, I left my husband
almost two years ago after he almost killed me, by head butting me and breaking my face, I
love my children and my life more than I love him. I wrote this so women (and sadly, some
men) will know you CAN leave an abusive relationship. It isn't easy, but neither is dying for
their anger, either*
I saw a pretty woman,
At the book store!
She was amazing,
As described in the folklore!
Her beauty glistened,
Under the yellow light!
I had to make sure,
She was within my eye sight!
‘What Men Want’,
Was the book she was reading!
I took a closer look,
N saw her right ear was bleeding!
Abused n tortured,
She was by her man!
I wonder whether she considered,
Hanging herself by the fan!
Humbled by her efforts,
To satisfy her man!
I wished I could go there,
N give her a hand!
Dedicated to all ‘Tortured Soul’s’ who have been or are in an abusive relationship, just
because they love their better half immensely!
Let us all say NO to Domestic Violence.
(Cw toxic and abusive relationship )
Oh baby I am so in love
So go ahead and shoot me down
Hit me with your truck
Oh baby I hate you so much
So kiss me once with passion
But never when we
Keep your ing hands off me
But stay here by my side
Walking never hand in hand
‘Cos you have something to hide
Oh baby stay away from me
I hate your ing guts
Still wanna rearrange them tho
Cuz I’m a ing ****
Let’s go out and get some drinks
Maybe you’ll let me drive
I’m way too drunk and cannot see
But it, let me try
Maybe we will crash and burn
Thats alright by me
Both of us just wanna die
So Thats how it’ll be
Keep your ing hands off me
But stay here by my side
Walking never hand in hand
‘Cos you have to hide
Go and get your ing coke
I hope you overdose
I’ll hit you with the narcan
Girl, but I should let you choke
Keep your ing hands off me
But stay here by my side
Walking never hand in hand
‘Cos you have someone to hide
Someone to hide
Q: "How can I be saved?"
A: "Belief on the Lord Jesus Christ,
and you will become saved."
Q: "How can I realize I am saved?"
A: "It shall come to pass that in the
last days all of those who call upon
the name of the Lord shall be saved."
Q: "How can I ask God to forgive me
of my sins?"
A: "If you are willing to asks God to honestly
forgive your sins, he will forgive them."
"If you confess with your mouth and believe
in your heart that God has raised him from
the dead you will be saved. And you will
really be able to confess your sins."
Q: "Do I have to be willing to forgive other people?"
A: "And forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors."
Q: "What if I am in an abusive relationship?"
A: "Get out of the abusive relationship and turn your
abuser over to the proper authorities. Your life may be
in jeopardy, and so you should seek sanctuary. Forgiving
some one doesn't mean you should continue to let them
harm you or your loved ones."
Q: "What about habitual sins especially those over an extended
period of time?"
A: "If you confess your sins He is willing to forgive you your sins
even to them who believe on his name." "You rely upon his powerful
strength instead of your own. But don't play games with God, be
honest and sincere about them."
Q: "What about any addictive habits or substance abuse problems?"
A: "Those are sins that are covered by the redemptive blood of Jesus
Christ. Ask and believe you will be set free from your addictions!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
October 17, 2020
Memories from 2020:
New song... Demon love
Artist: Michelle Morris
Artist's Description
I hope that any person in an abusive relationship manages to find their way out and be free to survive and thrive.
DEMON LOVE
BY MICHELLE MORRIS
You were the guy I
Had always loved;
No matter the blood or pain -
I always deluded myself
With your
"I'm sorry" and
"I'll never hit you again".
It seemed that I
Have paid the price
For my love;
In a life of too much
Broken everything...
Forgave you time
And time again,
Because of vows
And a stupid ring.
Chorus
So what happens now?
Do I survive without you?
Or do I stay with the
Demon I know well?
Because of my fear;
The fear of being alone...
What happens now,
My demon love?
What happens now? (end chorus)
I look back to when
It started out so
Surprisingly -
The 1st time you hit me;
Your anger and mad jealousy.
You blamed me then,
As you still do...
My demon love,
What happened to you?
You got so much
Bolder over time -
Knowing my shame
Would keep me
Silent.
Chorus
You got smarter over time -
Hiding those hits well,
So bruises weren't shown.
And I just faded away,
So far from the confident
Girl I once knew...
And I didn't want to stay,
But I was afraid to leave too...
Chorus
What happens now?
Demon love, oh
My demon love...
They tell me
I could die
If I stay with you,
My demon love.
Should I die to stay with you?
© Michelle Morris, 2020
If you are in an abusive relationship, please try to walk away and live. You deserve a chance to thrive; to find joy and happiness. Remember that no one deserves to be abused. Please take care and stay safe.
Domestic silence
By Michelle Morris
02/11/2022
Domestic silence
Silences all of us
It stifles tears and
Strangles hearts
Domestic violence
Pushes boundaries
Brutality inflicted
For ego and power
It allows bruises
And broken bones
It allows shame
To have a home
It encourages indignities
To its victims
It perpetuates inequities
In relationships
It makes men
Into beasts
It makes women
Feel uneasy
No living being
Should suffer abuse
No one deserves
Trauma as a path
No one should fear
Loved ones' wrath
No one should live
In constant anguish
Don't let the silence
Kill your soul
Because the silence
Is evil's cloak
Speak up now
Before it's too late
Walk out the door
Instead of a body bag
Domestic silence
Is a global scourge
It kills our souls
And kills our world
© Michelle Morris, 2022