Poems about Abuse
#abuse
Poetry about abuse, including verbal, physical and sexual abuse, and poems about coming to terms with an abusive past.
Subsequent to the Beloved Masochism
Subsequent to the beloved masochism
I was already bloodied by the self abusing
anti affirmations.
Beaten with a baseball bat of bad dreams
with a jar of broken glass as a chaser
each shard a cigarette burn scar or a
mother screaming shit I hate you
Just a runaway freight train
running away from blood stains and pain
open wounds everywhere but I only
sew my mouth shut. Coward fuck
PTSD and Hep C
along with all the other shit injected in me
all the needle did was replay a diseased
life back in slow...
I was already bloodied by the self abusing
anti affirmations.
Beaten with a baseball bat of bad dreams
with a jar of broken glass as a chaser
each shard a cigarette burn scar or a
mother screaming shit I hate you
Just a runaway freight train
running away from blood stains and pain
open wounds everywhere but I only
sew my mouth shut. Coward fuck
PTSD and Hep C
along with all the other shit injected in me
all the needle did was replay a diseased
life back in slow...
#dark
#abuse
#drugs
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Rosey Lee Mission
Sections of being concentrated.
Connected by a straight line.
Land.
Landed.
Landed on another's land.
Consumer.
Mayonnaise dreams of power.
Divide,conquer and rule the fools.
Till the end of time.
On the twelfth hour.
We'll sell them booze,and rusty trinkets.
In return for their gold, diamonds and land,and knowledge.
Then,as soon as the drink takes hold.
We'll slit their throats,lynch them.
As they watch us rape their women and children.
And then.
Wait for it!
We'll...
Connected by a straight line.
Land.
Landed.
Landed on another's land.
Consumer.
Mayonnaise dreams of power.
Divide,conquer and rule the fools.
Till the end of time.
On the twelfth hour.
We'll sell them booze,and rusty trinkets.
In return for their gold, diamonds and land,and knowledge.
Then,as soon as the drink takes hold.
We'll slit their throats,lynch them.
As they watch us rape their women and children.
And then.
Wait for it!
We'll...
#grief
#abuse
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I burned that f**ker down
I finally did it.
Took all the napalm stored up in my heart --
the apologies, the fears
the pleas, the tears
the sleepless nights
the silent fights
confessions, concessions
questions and obsessions
childhood trauma
relationship drama
petty suspicions
demands and conditions
intrusive thoughts
oughts and naughts
accusations
intimidations
myth and mystery
ancient history
wounds and scars
snuffed out stars
bad excuses
old abuses
daddy issues
bloody tissues --
All the...
Took all the napalm stored up in my heart --
the apologies, the fears
the pleas, the tears
the sleepless nights
the silent fights
confessions, concessions
questions and obsessions
childhood trauma
relationship drama
petty suspicions
demands and conditions
intrusive thoughts
oughts and naughts
accusations
intimidations
myth and mystery
ancient history
wounds and scars
snuffed out stars
bad excuses
old abuses
daddy issues
bloody tissues --
All the...
#anger
#relationships
#secrets
#abuse
#fire
97 reads
20 Comments
Hell's Hotel
Nancy Lane 3 doors down, Hell's Hotel.
Heaven across the street. Uh oh.
"Josh!" Alia screams.
Mommy says be quiet. Alia babyality.
Alia wah wah wah Josh!!!
Heaven across the street. Uh oh.
"Josh!" Alia screams.
Mommy says be quiet. Alia babyality.
Alia wah wah wah Josh!!!
#abuse
35 reads
2 Comments
In My Prime
#abuse
#despair
#emptiness #temptation
#emptiness #temptation
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0 Comments
Swing Sets and Candyland.
The swing set summers
and rainy day candy-land have
passed away.
No more hide and seek beneath
the streetlights, we would have stayed
hidden had we known.
Funny how time leaves the sandbox
empty along with our spirits, adults still
judged by the games we play.
Restless wanderers walk the streets
of concrete jungles, eyes blinded by the
god called cellphone.
Even as I write these words I lose
myself in the reality of a dream and a
cloud filled blue sky.
The soft hum of my idling sanctuary
brings heavy...
and rainy day candy-land have
passed away.
No more hide and seek beneath
the streetlights, we would have stayed
hidden had we known.
Funny how time leaves the sandbox
empty along with our spirits, adults still
judged by the games we play.
Restless wanderers walk the streets
of concrete jungles, eyes blinded by the
god called cellphone.
Even as I write these words I lose
myself in the reality of a dream and a
cloud filled blue sky.
The soft hum of my idling sanctuary
brings heavy...
#anger
#childhood
#abuse
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6 Comments
Kaleidoscope
So I smashed the kaleidoscope
against my own self imposed walls.
An explosion of fractal fragments, each
shimmering little reflections of life.
Funny how the light dances off of them
and blinds me with my own memories.
Their sharp edges remind me of the
eggshells once walked. Tiny tender
bloodied feet, sticky with contention,
a rage held behind lips sewn shut.
I held the needle and thread.
Of course some of the brokenness
landed on me. Some of the cuts leaving
scars that still haunt me. I shake off the
crumbs...
against my own self imposed walls.
An explosion of fractal fragments, each
shimmering little reflections of life.
Funny how the light dances off of them
and blinds me with my own memories.
Their sharp edges remind me of the
eggshells once walked. Tiny tender
bloodied feet, sticky with contention,
a rage held behind lips sewn shut.
I held the needle and thread.
Of course some of the brokenness
landed on me. Some of the cuts leaving
scars that still haunt me. I shake off the
crumbs...
#abuse
#SelfDiscovery
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Not A Good Idea To Walk Alone At Night
Rachel was walking home
from night school only to
bump into a street gang.
The next day, her sexually
abused body was found
in a nearby vacant lot.
from night school only to
bump into a street gang.
The next day, her sexually
abused body was found
in a nearby vacant lot.
#abuse
#evil
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#sensual
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power of investment
he used to tell me...when it comes to love
the one least invested has the most power
I resented it at the time
it made me so angry...
...so hurt
guess that shows where I fell in our equation...
in the end...turns out he was right
truth is...love is only as real as we allow it
and not everyone has the same capacity
...translation...
...or the will
but my mushy heart will gleefully fall
regardless of how unlikely it may turn out
because I feel most alive when I'm giving
when the glow warms my entire...
the one least invested has the most power
I resented it at the time
it made me so angry...
...so hurt
guess that shows where I fell in our equation...
in the end...turns out he was right
truth is...love is only as real as we allow it
and not everyone has the same capacity
...translation...
...or the will
but my mushy heart will gleefully fall
regardless of how unlikely it may turn out
because I feel most alive when I'm giving
when the glow warms my entire...
#abuse
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#manipulation
106 reads
4 Comments
A Night on Campus
#erotic
#abuse
#frustration
#dirty
#sensual
117 reads
Yeah, I remember…
I was a victim before I could stand.
A toy just far enough down the list
not to matter. It’s not a life that I planned.
Broken bones and blood spatter.
My eyes always burn, the tear ducts
don’t work anymore. A tootsie pop that
took a lot of licks to learn, something
ripped inside and tore.
They shaped my mind into a room
full of boxes. Everything has its place.
No more Thorazine or Roxy's, look
and see my real face.
I love my scars and thickened skin,
sleeved in ink, telling my story.
In the end it all...
A toy just far enough down the list
not to matter. It’s not a life that I planned.
Broken bones and blood spatter.
My eyes always burn, the tear ducts
don’t work anymore. A tootsie pop that
took a lot of licks to learn, something
ripped inside and tore.
They shaped my mind into a room
full of boxes. Everything has its place.
No more Thorazine or Roxy's, look
and see my real face.
I love my scars and thickened skin,
sleeved in ink, telling my story.
In the end it all...
#abuse
#respect
#fear
63 reads
3 Comments
Pick Your Poison
#dark
#abuse
#death
#MentalHealth
#revenge
259 reads
4 Comments
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