Least Read Poems About Abuse
#abuse
Red Zone
V.
Scarlet man
In a blue velvet suit
Seeing red
Looking at you
IV.
Scarlet man
Whimper “I need you”
Lilacs on the midnight breeze
Under strong moonlight
III.
Scarlet man
Always just behind
My rustling kimono robe
Whipping up black earth
II.
Swing by tonight
Scarlet man
I got a new trick
That’ll blow your mind
I.
See, I learned
To see through
Hazy midnight
And I remember you (we all remember you)
Bang!
Scarlet...
Scarlet man
In a blue velvet suit
Seeing red
Looking at you
IV.
Scarlet man
Whimper “I need you”
Lilacs on the midnight breeze
Under strong moonlight
III.
Scarlet man
Always just behind
My rustling kimono robe
Whipping up black earth
II.
Swing by tonight
Scarlet man
I got a new trick
That’ll blow your mind
I.
See, I learned
To see through
Hazy midnight
And I remember you (we all remember you)
Bang!
Scarlet...
#abuse
13 reads
2 Comments
Skin Wars
Who told you that the color of a soul was skin-deep?
That it had to lose its pigmentation in order to get a spot where you sleep
Who told you that the beauty of a soul had color in the first place?
What reality are we living in where hatred can just shit in our face?
Who told you that we were allowed to see a soul in this way?
Who told you that this was ok?
That it was ok to write your self-appointed and twisted views into the book of man
That you can control and play God under the one true being who created man
Who told you that it was ok to sleep with...
That it had to lose its pigmentation in order to get a spot where you sleep
Who told you that the beauty of a soul had color in the first place?
What reality are we living in where hatred can just shit in our face?
Who told you that we were allowed to see a soul in this way?
Who told you that this was ok?
That it was ok to write your self-appointed and twisted views into the book of man
That you can control and play God under the one true being who created man
Who told you that it was ok to sleep with...
#rejection
#abuse
#ignorance
#suffering
#emotional
16 reads
6 Comments
Nightmare Written in Blood
Nightmares
Is it possible to write away
a lifetime of pain and rage
stabbing every inch of the paper
with my pen
Could each slashing stroke
form letters that spell a path to
forget the abuse, those sneaky
bedroom visits to "check in on me"
Will the ink bleed and the pain
somehow pour onto this page
forming a river of suffering with a
current that flows away from me
Should I let the tears go
that form a well of anger within me
writing a watercolor masterpiece of
innocence lost,...
Is it possible to write away
a lifetime of pain and rage
stabbing every inch of the paper
with my pen
Could each slashing stroke
form letters that spell a path to
forget the abuse, those sneaky
bedroom visits to "check in on me"
Will the ink bleed and the pain
somehow pour onto this page
forming a river of suffering with a
current that flows away from me
Should I let the tears go
that form a well of anger within me
writing a watercolor masterpiece of
innocence lost,...
#abuse
#murder
17 reads
7 Comments
Daddy, Did You Know?
Daddy, did you know life is about choices
About finding and raising our own voices
About finding our OWN place in the world
No matter how curvy or straight or how it swirls?
Daddy, did you know that EVERYTHING is not about RIGHT or WRONG?
Did you know some things are matters of preference all along?
Did you know this when you threw your tantrum fits
Or did you learn all this bit by bit?
Daddy, did you know I swallowed your toxic drink
Believing your bitter truths without a blink
Bearing all the scars induced by your...
About finding and raising our own voices
About finding our OWN place in the world
No matter how curvy or straight or how it swirls?
Daddy, did you know that EVERYTHING is not about RIGHT or WRONG?
Did you know some things are matters of preference all along?
Did you know this when you threw your tantrum fits
Or did you learn all this bit by bit?
Daddy, did you know I swallowed your toxic drink
Believing your bitter truths without a blink
Bearing all the scars induced by your...
#father
#childhood
#abuse
20 reads
4 Comments
Tick Tock
You don’t watch the time
so why would I build you a
clock
I won’t build sandboxes for
someone else’s toys
My swing set was a gallows
but then daddy always said
keep something sharp with you
a few ropes with frayed edges
From hot blooded to fade to black
Indian summers feel good
during a fall
No souls bring peace for
the sorrowful, a hurt placed
properly lives forever in the
hearts of children
I used to roll in the sand
at the beach, it touched me
everywhere, I...
so why would I build you a
clock
I won’t build sandboxes for
someone else’s toys
My swing set was a gallows
but then daddy always said
keep something sharp with you
a few ropes with frayed edges
From hot blooded to fade to black
Indian summers feel good
during a fall
No souls bring peace for
the sorrowful, a hurt placed
properly lives forever in the
hearts of children
I used to roll in the sand
at the beach, it touched me
everywhere, I...
#abuse
#childhood
#PersonalGrowth #revenge
#PersonalGrowth #revenge
20 reads
8 Comments
Factory Reset...
Rarely do I give voice to thoughts from within however I can't seem to out run these ones so here we go:
Everybody knows cell phones even if only a wee bit
Their settings ones to tinker with and ones that mostly require a factory reset
Their capabilities now a days versus when their time began imagine how much advancement in such a small amount of time
Lastly every single make and model have their own annoying special bits of egadsnessess
Imagine how shocking it is that...
Everybody knows cell phones even if only a wee bit
Their settings ones to tinker with and ones that mostly require a factory reset
Their capabilities now a days versus when their time began imagine how much advancement in such a small amount of time
Lastly every single make and model have their own annoying special bits of egadsnessess
Imagine how shocking it is that...
#strength
#courage
#dark #abuse
#dark #abuse
21 reads
8 Comments
A Fickle Twisted Mind
Frustrations trickle into rivers of thought
leaving deposits of doubt in an already
fickle mind
In the deafening silence I see my hopes
and dreams, leaning against unmade
choices in the box of a life not lived
The mirror sees only the victim, never the hero
Eyes whispering of a strength unremembered
they speak to a heart of stone
filled with tragedy, waiting for the beat of
its own death
Sadly the harmonies lead not to suicide,
but to the murder of the once was child hanging
in the wardrobe choking on...
leaving deposits of doubt in an already
fickle mind
In the deafening silence I see my hopes
and dreams, leaning against unmade
choices in the box of a life not lived
The mirror sees only the victim, never the hero
Eyes whispering of a strength unremembered
they speak to a heart of stone
filled with tragedy, waiting for the beat of
its own death
Sadly the harmonies lead not to suicide,
but to the murder of the once was child hanging
in the wardrobe choking on...
#loneliness
#abuse
#emptiness
24 reads
12 Comments
Popcorn
#childhood
#abuse
#MeToo #memories
#MeToo #memories
29 reads
20 Comments
The Suck
#abuse
#anger
#hurt #violence
#hurt #violence
36 reads
6 Comments
Down the Rabbit Hole Of My Trauma And Nightmares
#abuse
#nightmares
#suffering #PTSD
#suffering #PTSD
36 reads
2 Comments
End It Stupid Bitch
#abuse
#anger
#deception
#lust
#rejection
36 reads
2 Comments
Saturday Mornings...
#abuse
#childhood
#evil
39 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Abuse