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Poetryman
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 14th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 1530

"I Called the Police"

I woke up in the middle of the night
I thought it was a dream at first
I heard a voice whimpering, "stop, you're hurting me"
It got worse and louder until she was crying out loud
"please stop, please, you are hurting me"
I called the police, what else could I do?
I wanted to go next door and beat him with my cane
But in my condition, I knew I stood no chance
My physical frailty was only surpassed by my mental weakness
Besides, I had called the police, surely they would arrive soon enough
But time ticked away and his abuse continued
I called 911 again and asked where the cops were
They just told me, "on the way".
Then I heard her yell for help
She hollered "someone call the police, HELP"
I said to the operator, can't you hear her yelling for help?
Can't you hear her begging for the police?
And then suddenly it was quiet
It seemed like forever until I heard a car pull up outside
I looked out the window and saw the police car
I felt relieved they had finally arrived
I went outside and told the police which apartment it was
They stood outside and heard nothing
They knocked on the door, no one answered
They waited a few minutes and then left
I laid there all night wondering if she was dead
I laid there wondering if I could have done more
Cursing myself for his damn stroke
I should have done more
Should have risked my life
The cops should have broken down the door
If I owned a gun, if only I owned a gun
I wish that it had all been a dream
But it was not
And the police were just as afraid as I was
Two men with guns
Able-bodied, trained protectors of the peace
Turned and walked away


(jj johnson)

rabbitquest
Dangerous Mind
Ukraine 2awards
Joined 20th May 2012
Forum Posts: 2051

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aarti
Thought Provoker
India 2awards
Joined 29th Aug 2015
Forum Posts: 165

Title: Tell me what to do

I was once told
You should always hold
Hold your thoughts
Stand in line, hands behind
Walk with your head straight

I was told to sit upright
Never create a fuss
Or put up a fight
I was told to tolerate

Don't make noise
Be quiet, keep silence
I was told to listen to what is told
No matter what age
No matter how old

I was told to be lady-like
coy, shy and feminine and divine
Don't put up a fight with them boys
You're bound to lose

I was told never to hit any man
Cause in return worse is what he will do

This was when I was in school

Today
I stand in line
My head straight-looking downwards  
I get whipped and beaten
like a total coward

I sit upright
Lashes fling sharply to my back
I create no fuss
I create no fight
And I don't stand up for my rights

I am feminine, coy, I am lady like and shy
But am I divine?

rain1courtel
RainC
Tyrant of Words
United States 38awards
Joined 3rd June 2012
Forum Posts: 230

Hidden Courage

Flower bloomed emitted splendor
amidst battered and mistreated heart
disguised open wounds
smothered cries that plasma stained-
silk pillows captured.
Countless times….
she hemorrhaged spiritually
wanting a life composed by
Jehovah’s design
in lieu of consistently sipping
from a chalice of Satan’s toxic wine.
Realizing this was not love
too petrified to leave,
she stayed
faithfully prayed
through years of violent outburst of rage.
Asphyxiating herself willingly
in the shadow of her dark reality
not noticing other shattered bones
induced by crazed assaults,
would never revive
a love that never was…

but this time…..?

She’d mentally spit at all of his
disingenuous “I’m sorry(s)”
She’d subliminally drown his  
fraudulently “I love you(s)” in joyful tears,
caused by strength she’d mustered
from her 1am escape plan she’d planned-
back when he disfigured her face with a
blackened eye and chipped tooth,
from his steel-toe boots...
to kick off the New Year.
A busted lip in February
concussion in March,
broken rib and wrist in May
and too many years of a soul in disarray.
This time…
she finally looked in the mirror to see herself
and free herself by exposing hidden courage.
She’d walk away under black skies
with the sun shining in her heart,
a beautiful burn in her soul
and a glow that would guide her to....
freedom


Rain~

lyricalmiss
Thought Provoker
Bahamas 6awards
Joined 7th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 23

Sadist

Constantly reminising
About life before
You drained me
Inflicting me with pain
That stabbing love
That just seems to remain
Lingering long lasting
Contrasting what the mind should feel
Visualizing what the soul reveals
Leaving a skeleton standing
With georgous sex appeal
This i real the pins and needles
You make me feel
Every time i breath in your name
Nothing in my mouth
Taste the same
As i long for your touch
Missing you so much
The bruises you create
The way you make my heart break away
From all the struggles that i face
You save me from feeling
My own twisted pain
Remain strong for so long
As you beat sense into me
Helping me be
You abducted me from my mind
Stabbing my eyes making me blind
So i no longer see my past
That troubles me
You constantly kick me down
So i learn how to stand up
You make me feel the worst pain
And i know now its not in vain
Everytime i grow a layer
You peel it away
The truth is love hurts
But not in a painful way
Youve always been my kyptonite
Keeping me at bay
Stradling my darkness
Bleaching it white
Pain is the most climactic feeling
Once its inflicted just right
Is the fucking lie he inflicted
My mind with every endless night

Ahavati
Tyrant of Words
United States 116awards
Joined 11th Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 14271

The Pepper Box

“Use the darkness of your past to propel you to a brighter future.”      
~ Donata Joseph    
     
The pepper box sits at the corner of the garden with marigolds      
and baby breath. It is empty of its contents like we are of Life      
when Death comes for tea. The pepper box was full of seeds and    
will grow to burn our tongue when eaten. There is a satisfaction      
in the bite; accomplishment and growth from the harvest of dirt.      
That's life; a big bang of experiences burning from the emptiness.      
     
The first time I remember him beating her was the second fear    
unpacked its suitcase in my mind. It demanded silence; because    
I feared its enormity I allowed it to take my voice and hid, feigning      
sleep despite her screams. The night he almost drowned her I      
became a banshee; a screech owl in the window of a tree house      
until he locked her out and himself in. I was 12; and she hid.      
     
Trust is a fragile thing when betrayed by a god. We shrink into      
someone we're not because the lie is more important than the      
lives truth will destroy. We grow into a circumstantial belief      
and are patterned by environment. We are faced with bitter      
choices or acts of forgiveness. The silence took me but I chose    
to be submissive because of reputation and embarrassment.        
     
It wasn't me who eventually saved her from his fists and feet.      
Death had enough; sent his emissary to inflict over five years      
of suffering bone decay that gnawed through her body like it      
was an infected basil leaf. Every new tumor and nerve ending      
became a bruise he had inflicted years before until she was      
nothing but a mangled mass of guilt-stained sheets before him.      
     
Guilt is a funny thing, but not really. His life became Vodka      
over rocks wasting away one cube at a time. He would play    
reel-to-reel tapes of her voice sent to him in Vietnam over    
and over again. My teens mimicked hers under a boyfriend's
fists, dominance and psychological control. It was all I knew;    
the repetitious pattern; my circumstantial silence of truth.      
     
He almost killed me a few times; friends intervened once    
and he tried to beat them too.  I don't know where courage    
to stab the silence came from. To scream and claw for life    
when the sound is being choked around your throat. Maybe      
it was a deeply instilled belief, the same that never allowed      
me to succumb to alcohol, drugs, or sex when homeless.      
     
Years later when I was a wife and mother, I would ask myself      
if the reason I had submitted to such horrendous behavior    
was because I loved him so much; or hated myself worse. It's    
a good question for each individual woman silent about abuse.    
I was strong and chose forgiveness so that I could live without      
the pattern desecrating the lives of my children. But, sometimes    
     
I like to think it was even more than strength, maybe magic;      
like the butterfly that landed on my finger in the garden today.    
I still flinch from time to time as though an abused animal that's      
been adopted by the Universe. Maybe from a shadow or sound.      
Or an unexpected touch to my skin. Abuse washes over your toes      
before you ever see it in your face and isn't over until you win.      
     
I wanted the bite so planted my seeds before they died in the box.      
There's a burn from the emptiness of our contents; it's called Love.      
     
~

poet Anonymous

Screaming like a dog.

Stuck in the middle of an highway,
Screaming at me like a mad dog.

Slapping to make me bleed,
Using car keys to scratch me.

Wanting to put a dildo,
Right in my butt.

Screaming at me in public,
Telling me to get away.

Dropping me in the middle of a road,
Somewhere i had no idea where i was.

I'm male, i forgot to say that,
And to whom did that no mercy at the end.

SURVIVOR
Fire of Insight
United States 7awards
Joined 11th July 2015
Forum Posts: 130

Does childhood, sexual, physical or mental abuse qualify?

snugglebuck
Dangerous Mind
United States 77awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2014
Forum Posts: 1873

BLACK & BLUE HAIKU
An abusive man
With no remorse for his sins
Is less than human

BLACK & BLUE HAIKU
Innocence in fear
For the sake of the children
Stop hitting mommy

dustyjjewels
Fire of Insight
Nigeria 15awards
Joined 24th Nov 2011
Forum Posts: 241

Not Anymore


I am a boy and not a toy
A human with rights
Made a parchment of what is weak
Now I am too weak to fight

Crushed is my spirit
Crushed under your brutality
I start to shiver as soon as you come in
This is too much for family

Watching out for friendly feelings
Waiting for you to smile before I can
Even then your mood swings
Leaving me the battered one

Is there no other way to make your point
Than leaving me with a broken nose
There is no end to my agony
I wonder if there will ever be a close

On and on the circle of abuse
Birthed a monster deep within
Gone and gone is the weakling you bruised
But the fool just couldn't see

That the little man has got a plan
To redeem himself from cruelty
Calm,cold I waited for him to trip
Now can anyone blame me

I could barely hear him yelling at me
One hand concealed within my cloth
Ranting,raging he pounced on me
That's when I went for his throat

His eyes were wide open in surprise
He couldn't utter a word
Slowly he drifted to oblivion
In a pool of his own blood

sinisterpenz
Hellbound
Fire of Insight
United States 3awards
Joined 1st Dec 2015
Forum Posts: 53

I count the hours when I'm alone
sitting there with a thousand downers
looking down the neck into liquid sorrow
wishing for the end to come sooner
snap snap crackle pop, motha fuckin cops on my toes
preventing my strut,  head pops its  suicide by cops
my  Spanish is rusty but my English brutal
infecting your mind almost suffocating you
i know what its like having a broken family
father dead and  mother a coke fiend
your whole life you get passed  by
with no one ever noticing your dying inside
your killing your own family, but you cant see
the pipe is the only you loved but never me
you could have stopped the abuse and saved are souls
but your own selfish needs you always chose
so now I'm broken and all alone
trust and boundary issues to many to be told
fuck the doctors even say I'm dead and cold
looking and searching for any type of pulse
I'm un-human im already dead no need for a coffin
because i am the walking dead,

Tacete
who-isthe-silence
Twisted Dreamer
Australia 1awards
Joined 24th Nov 2013
Forum Posts: 205

Knife in hand she launched at me
fury beset in her crazed glaze
she slashed me open.

I sighed, she laughed, I smiled
and she cried.

Then she dropped the blade
and took me in her arms and whispered sweetly.

I sighed, she laughed, she smiled
and I cried.

I packed her another cone and lit it
she had broken her hand on my face
the night previously.

She's worried she's sadistic
I'm worried I'm masochistic
at times the two of us snap.

But even love triumphs violent measures.

mysteriouslady
Tyrant of Words
United States 15awards
Joined 11th Aug 2012
Forum Posts: 2400

Domestically Violent Dickhead

Never did I ask for it
the situation had gotten away from me

Especially when I tried to talk to him
if only my feelings he could see

I had deeply cared for the sick fuck
that bashed my skull to the ground

Then he started to choke me
so I could not make a sound

Self defense classes never kicked in
Due to the fact that I was terrified of his evil grin

That same night he put a knife to my throat
and threatened to take my pathetic life

Good thing he never had a ring
and forced me to be his wife

If he had, I would have said yes
but only out of fear

Instead he gave me what he called a bitch slap
If I would ever shed even one tear

Always being told you had better learn
or next time the heat would really burn

The last time, he bound my hands
and bashed me a few more times

In my innocent and fucked up world
He was the most violent kind

Once I grabbed a blade, deciding to try and react
but he won, and  horrifically jammed it in my back

The scars are still there and when it all came to an end
The bastard actually whispered to me
that he wished he could still be my friend

All of this is long gone and finally fucking over
memories I wish would rot away and stay in the past

Its too bad those nightmares still live and breathe
They forever have my soul in their disgusting sinister grasp.

I pray and hope I will eventually
have the power to let this all go

What this asshole did to me
I will always try to hide and hopefully refuse to let it ever show




lanooz
Twisted Dreamer
United States 14awards
Joined 21st July 2012
Forum Posts: 240

Domestic Values

I pushed you, you pushed me
now here we go again miss.
Why do we always have to settle
on punches and ridicule instead of
communication and understanding?
I had a rough childhood so I take it
out on you, your father was abusive,
now I have to bear that awful front
of tears and temporary goodbyes.
Why did we have to say goodbye to
the good times of smiles and kisses?
How did it ever get to this point?
How can a question posed in fault ever
be solved by the same people involved?
Question upon question, no answers
only blames thrown along with dishes
and fists, oh my! what have we become?
Why don't we just get up and go?
For so long now I have contemplated
such an action to only be convinced
otherwise by the person I hurt the most.
How much longer before we both grow
away from the abuse and demand respect?
All the arguing and backtalk is getting
old and childish. Truce? Cold turkey?
Never! We will forever be enemies
living in the same roof. Sigh!
God will judge us accordingly, until
then we will be at each other's throat.
Is that the way we want it? Seems so,
Have we lost our self respect? Oh Lord!
What am I doing here!? I don't
understand the mind of the stable,
all I ever want to do is fight my queen,
all she ever wants to do is slain the king.
I'm trying to understand the concept,
you're trying to keep things the same.
I blame you and you blame me, our
favorite game till the end of us. This
relationship will surely be the end of us.
Our happiness. Disgusting!




ilovescarystories
Thought Provoker
United States 2awards
Joined 7th Mar 2014
Forum Posts: 159

24 hours ago
He sat in his devils throne.
With his devils horns.
He sat and sipped his bubbly rubbly.
He hired two whores.
And he went off in his black levee.
He played his favorite tune on his tube.
A Boom La Booom A Bon Con con.
He snapped his fingers laid me on the bed.
A boom la boom.
That he did he raped me, he fucked me and he turned his head and said
" what are you gonna do?
Are you gonna run? Are you going to hit me " he said as he pinned
" I'm going to rape you, I'm going to fuck you until you cry. Gonna be my little whore tonight. And let me ask you again, when I'm holding you against the wall with my cold breath on your neck. What will you do ? "
A boom la boom.
A thump a thump.
He fucked me up .
I bled in all sorts of places .
Fingered and banged making his girl his little slut.
He waited for my tears to come.
And there they fell like crystals.
Fighting back and breaking my bones.
He bruised my arms,
My throat left with marks.
Then he ran off with his two other sluts.
Yet I still stayed.
And would you even believe?
I was 14 when this happened to me.

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