Let’s start this with some counting
One, two, Three
One, two, Three
One, two, Three
Three
One in three girls
In this room will
Suffer at the hands
Of the one who swears
They love you
The one who swears
They’ll never hurt you
Again
But it happens
Again
And
Again
And
Again
And
Again
Again
We pretend
It only
Happens to us
Let's do some more counting
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Four
One in four of you boys
Will be affected
By the words she said
By the cuts and bruises
She caused
You have no clue
How they happened
Because it's embarrassing
To admit you got your ***
Kicked by a girl
Only due to the fact
You refuse to
Hit her back
Because you respect
More counting
One, two, Three
One, two, Three
One, two, Three
Three
Three
Three
Three women will have died today
From Domestic Violence
It's such a strange paradox
Domestic is calm and tame
Violence is a force that is intended to
hurt, damage, or ****
And from where I
Stand there is
Nothing- Nothing
Domestic about Violence
Knowing these Facts
It makes me afraid
I am afraid
to be a
Lover
To be a
Mother
Because when I look at my past
When I look at my past
I am afraid it will repeat
I am afraid
I’ll choose a man
Who beats me with an aluminum baseball bat
Like my own mother did
When I look at my past
I am afraid it will repeat
I am afraid
A man will choose me
And I’ll abuse him with my words
And he’ll take it
Like my father does
When I look at my past
I am terrified it will repeat
I am terrified
My children will
look for an escape
Like the five million children do
Like I do
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 2:55 PM UTC
****** up
Insecure
Nervous
Emotional
I'm FINE.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 9:09 AM UTC
My name, it is not Jack,
And I do not have a spring.
There is not a handle for you to wind,
That will make me laugh or sing.
Not a painted smile upon this face,
No rosey glowing cheeks
But the look of pure exhaustion,
That has built for years, not weeks.
No hand of man doth force me in.
It is just what I've become.
A dweller in a metal box,
To endure an engines hum.
I'm sure that Jack will feel lonely too.
Despite that ever lasting smile.
But brief moments of freedom we are gifted,
Are like droplets in the Nile.
So minuscule and fleeting are such times.
You dwell upon what you choose.
You gauge what you accumulate.
Against everything you lose.
This life is not for everyone.
And in time it will not be for me.
But unlike poor Jack I'll take life back,
And finally be free.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
Let's get one thing straight...
I'd rather be FREEZING COLD...
Than to be BURNED by you!!!
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
I wonder if love is just an other weapon used to break me...
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
I don't know if you are going to believe me,
If I'll say " I love you more than love".
I know It is crazy
but without you, I sob.
I'm not expecting something in return,
I just love you in the best way I can.
Not only in words that we speak
I love you in truth and in deed.
I love you more than love can say or do
I love you, not just it was you.
I love you with this heart so blind
I love you more than love
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC
People get killed for killing somebody, but people are trying to teach society that people shouldn't ****** because it is illegal...Ironic!
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 9:21 PM UTC
CRACK-A-DACK-DACK,
above my head.
And the swans' necks snapped in unison.
Through each of the valleys and ever anon.
I am chased by the waifs and the hooligans.
I hide in the caves, but hither they come,
they steal and they sneak through the heath;
and as I lie broken, bent and alone .
I have come to this wretched belief:
That over the aeons - through centuries passed -
there are bones of all those that were lost;
for they, too, were buried and left for the wolves
in caves, that from life, they were tossed.
CRACK-A-DACK-DACK,
over my ears,
and the bullets leave holes through my head.
Please, somebody come, and gather the bones,
of me and all those that are dead.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 9:17 PM UTC
To end,
My trembling heart,
Had finally concluded to meet you for the very last time.
It is indeed a herculean effort for my broken soul,
To gather courage and fearlessness
To look upon you without all merriment and happiness
Which once breathed in us.
I assume that,
The blurred memories which we made,
Will now collide with each other in your heart.
Memories, I believe,
Have become my past.
And now
As my future is drawing me to itself.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC
12:00 p.m
21st March, 2019
Happy World Poetry Day!!!
To you that swims the canals of my veins - words
to you that held my hands towards home - reflections
to you that seeps into my mind like droplets - quotes
to you that I lay bare to heal the fragments of a moon - prose
to you that I dare not neglect for I am you - poetry
this soul here is yours
I lay open my gateways
use me to share nature's wonder
use me to convey life's in between
for today I honour my twin in her glory
I'll be your eyes and ears as my mouth speaks of your truth
Let's make love on landscapes watch
as the horizon admires our energy
Let's meet at sunset to travel
roads cushioned by the soil
For the grasses await our presence
to share with us wisdom from beyond
You know how the trees bow to us
whenever we smile at them?
Their spirit welcome us as we
await flowers to bloom love
The planets giggle when I fly with you
so the moon pecks them with our light
Till her breathe ceases
and the call she answers
explorations of you is a relish
On paper and screen she'll birth you
In her and consciousness
you'll always be
I love you poetry
loving you wholesome
I learnt to love me
Him
life
creation
and the aftermath
As we journey on
Open I am to your light
Sparkle and shimmy with me
as we walk to renew, revive you
on the scroll of this civilisation
and the looming ones from time
It's a date that never ends with you
Here, take a hug, poetry!
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC