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Animals should be treated with respect.  Not caged up in some cage and treated like a circus ready for viewing. When I look at these kittens born to be wild I think of freedom. Taken away from society. Animals and humans should be free to engage in normal activities. For example people with dementia should be involved in groups with various activities. Such as art singing etc. to stimulate the brain and connect with others in conversation. Often people live alone and don’t see a soul they are unmotivated tired bored.  
I took a bus ride down to my daughter in the other side of the town. The bus journey was long hot I felt uncomfortable I was relieved that the bus journey had finished.
Sarah was sitting perched on a bench. Looking pale sad withdrawn. Her hair was roughly wrapped up in a bandana. She wore a red long tea shirt covering her thighs.   She looked like something out of a Peter pan movie. I came to make a difference hopefully to inspire her long drawn out mood.    
Sarah smiled said hello.  And suggested to go for a chill out time at costa. we walked over and entered the  colourful surroundings  . Sarah walked up to the counter and ordered one latté and one *** of tea with some toast, butter, Raspberry jam.   Sarah slumped down onto the comfortable red seat.
“Sarah asked me, How are you.?”
“I replied, okay.”
Sarah looked deep in thought. I wondered if I might get anything interesting from her.
She ratted on about Harvey and his diabetes how he had been lying about his blood readings. CAUSING HER A LOT OF WORRY AND DISTRESS.
Why does other members of family.
Boyfriends put you down.
Why.?
Do they never look at thier behaviour.
What right have they got to judge you.
With things from the past.
When they smoke **** drink excessively.
Swear
Control.
Have abusive behaviour.
You know the saying.
That take the plank out of your own very eye.
Before condemning others
Oh dear feel like throwing in the towel.
So  low low low
 Nov 2018
Martin Narrod
The clock gets me.
It comes to me in the middle of the night
Pulls back the sheets and says, "Hey fucko."
Then it lifts open my sobby wet sand-encrusted lids,
It knows when I'm trying at sleep, pumping quarters
Like I was swallowing yawns, sometimes I try to squint
Harder and take a dream to the next level, whatever
The next level is. It's like Friday night when I wanted to go
Out to do something, whatever something is.
Because I know that if I don't I'll miss that thing that's so
Important that if I were to miss it the clock wouldn't come for me

Again.
And on Tuesday's when I'm knotting a dream around 2 o' clock
In the morning, my web-footed adventure, say, killing your

Boyfriend, say
Fighting the Nazis, say,
Rediscovering that you sent nudie pics to
That rando guy we met in that club that lives
in Prague-
I throw the clock at the ******* wall.

Because who knows, I make the bed wrong
Or maybe I don't cook right, or look right, or
Smile the right way at the right

Time. And you start thinking that I have to die.
The bane of my existence is an imagined feat in your
Walnut-sized brain, slowly numbing us while we're
Supposed to be, say

Listening to the rich, Oxford voice of
David Attenborough.

Instead you're thumbing through that index
of CVS cashiers, just trying to find a scruffy face
To flip your digits to, your homemade justification. It becomes
A feat, an unjust cause of mine to

Get it right, that imaginative and artificial bit you've
Been sewing up Monday twilight.

That's when I go out and jaw your sister, somewhere between
A smirk on your face and a bit of anger at the end of your sentences.
 Nov 2018
b for short
There’s a tiny box
that sits on the shelf in his room.
So small, it rarely gets noticed.
What’s inside would shock you.
The desires he wishes
he didn’t have are in there,
next to all of the times he felt
insufficient.
Beside those, there sits all of the
embarrassments he suffered
when he chose to take his
clothes off—
the time he too quickly lost
his virginity, perhaps.
Next to his nakedness,
propped up against the far side,
is a small, sad pile of muted grey ash.
A closer look would show
all the love he freely gave
and could never get back.
And although it may never catch
the typical eye,
folded up in the dusty shadow
in the back left corner
of that tiny box
is me.
I am in this box too.
Jumbled between unwanted desires,
and intimate regrets, I wonder
if this home is my choice.
I wait for the tiny box to open;
to feel admired;
to be more than a shelved secret;
to feel a starved gaze;
to breathe fresh air.
I wait for the tiny box to open.
I wait.
© Bitsy Sanders, November 2018
 Nov 2018
b for short
On my knees, I feel taller than I'll ever be.
Where his hands descend, my skin hums;
tones that are new; tones that pull;
tones that arch my spine; that spark an ache
and make me pine for more of this music.
I find that I know every word to this song,
even though I've never heard it before.

On my knees, I see farther than I ever have.
With a single lick of my lips,
I shake mountains; I stop time;
I **** the speech from a tongue
that may need to forget
what pains it to speak.

On my knees, I am the most I have ever been.
As he wipes the tear from my cheek,
with my smile, juxtaposed;
my skin still hums to words sung so clear.

On my knees, I find purpose.
On my knees, I am.
© Bitsy Sanders, November 2018
 Oct 2018
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

Die if your a witness,
You could testify , go ahead , it's a crooked justice system,
Gotham ain't no better,
Even if they could quiet my storm, ain't no perfect
weather,
Wayne's take the feather, tickling us with it,
And you wanna be stable in this *******?
I'll let you do the ***** work for me,
Y'all slaughtered each other for centuries,

Joker your the one to talk to if there's nobody.
Yeah I talk to myself,
Saying that your building a better future for all
when all of y'all don't take care of y'all selves,
Have to better y'all selves,
Turn back the clock for the weaklings,
You say you want a better world? Maybe?
And y'all still look at me and say I'm crazy,
I use to have a life before this lady,
Before I ever met my dear harley,
When the bat knocked me down , chemically,
And when it made me crazy eternally,
I'll never stop killing but you know the bat can't **** me,
Taking a life is inner peace for me,
Learning experiences all up under me,
25 lives in a distant memory,
Crime Prince Of Crime Signing Out,
Am I Really...
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/10/joker-ep.html
Physical abuse
Verbal abuse
Emotional abuse
Spiritual abuse
Financial abuse
Which stands out to you none because they are all abuse.
~                               Im never coming back
                               Why would i anyway
                The way you looked at me and ran away
                         As if your hair was all aflame
                      It made me wish you never came
                         So if your going to run away
                     Just tell me now and go your way
Dawn I drag myself out of bed
I stumble into the kitchen
and find it a mess
Empty bottles waiting to be washed scrubbed.
I stare at them in sheer belief
My eyes blood shot from less than barely 3 hours ago.
I manage to clean a couple of bottles.
The twins will be needing fed .
I can barely  keep my eyes from shutting.

My mental health suffers if I do not sleep.
The dishes are piled up high
I haven't eaten a decent meal in weeks
I  can't function without help.
My partner critisis me for not doing enough .
The washing is in a heap .
I just yearn for some sleep .
Now I feel like crying
The washing machine as packed in.
I feel like sreaming letting off some steam an broken tired is motherhood susposed to feel like this.
Or am I missing something here.
And oh I forgot .
The endless  nappies..
The bins haven't been empty.
Help I need somebody help!!!!
Am I a bad mother for no having the strength energy to keep up with hours while chores with twins ..
 Apr 2018
Allie
Everything happens for a reason,
Sometimes for a good reason,
Other times...
Not so much.
But from each thing that happens,
You learn.
Each experience we endure,
There is a lesson to be taught.
You can take that lesson to heart,
Or you can completely ignore it.
Its all up to you.
But everything happens for a reason,
So dont dwell,
Dont sorrow,
It will all turn out ok,
In the big picture that is life.
 Apr 2018
CommonStory
I've tasted black coal

For the first time ever

What a bitter taste

Dry grainy texture

Water makes it worse

I couldnt finish the first lump

Oh how weak i am

My parents made it seem so good

Smile of their faces

Black of demons on their teeth

Its only now i realized

The plain rice

And warm milk

Was a gourmet meal in comparison

They protected me

And i appreciate the weakness I endured through the love of my parent

But for my childs sake

They will taste coal the very first day
Copyright Matthew Marquis Xavier Donald 4/15/2018
 Jan 2018
Martin Narrod
Picture me suckling on her elbows, lips enveloping that round lump, teeth scraping up past the skins’ v-fold, you might even want to dress that elbow in dotted pale cerise cotton *******, picture me lapping at her neck, tongue thwapping, spit running down to the corners of the mouth, bright nose pressed firm into the temple, my salacious grin in the wee pit of her eyes,

Yes I am there.
Picture me pawing, growling, climbing up her thin skinny young legs, my junk clambering its way into her grove garden cemetery of Hearse boxes and heart suitcases, where by death nothing grows anymore. Picture heavy, weighty, fleshy flesh tearing to shreds those photos you’ve been keeping of changing diapers in the back of your mind, those pictures on the top of your Steinway, picture me in your picture frames. Picture me I am the perfect imbecilic interstices to incise your pristine sweethearts’ heart, picture me, for I am the beast trammeling your restful sleep. Picture me while I take what I please, picture me as I take and I cleave, fueled by rancor and grief, I am your concerted antithesis of pleas and no’s and pleadings. I am but her best friend till the end. Picture me, woof woof. Picture me.
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