"abused"?
no! that's not what this is
she may rip my thin skin with the whip of her switch
leave big, bold, purple bruises when she throws heavy blows at my face
punching, and kicking till she hears the very snap! of my rib cage and bones break
She's not abusing me when she stains my heart with toxic words of lies, and negativity about me
how im stupid, worthless, disgusting, ****** up, demented, and i waste of a soul
No......that's not abuse
its just her way of love, and physical nourishment
shes happy when im hurt
and that's all that matter
....happiness for one soul

Tomorrow’s ashes mingle with the warm noon air.
Temporary ifs, temporary gratification–
I want to catch my fleeting thoughts about tomorrow in a jar
before they become someone else’s riddle.

Because world peace
with justice for all
is beyond our human
will or capability,
and violence is the only
way we know to
share out our
    pain.

Are we truly pure?
Innocent mortals that are attached
to the surfaces of Earth as if they
were are own....?
Are our souls truly filled with the
toxic sins that were passed down
to us from our ancestor  so long ago?
The sins that have detached us
from the living or non living God.
The sins that have caused the flesh on
our bodies  to decay once our time has come.
The sins that caused humanity to question
the true meaning of love and hate while secretly
we choose to go against the meaning thats  
more important.
I guess not.....
we can't detached from something that
flows in our blood, and hides beneath our souls
no matter how toxic
poisonous
or infuriating it might be
its part of who we are

I see the way you look at me.
Its like you're chipping away
the air around me.
Finding all the things Im not.
I dont want to be chiseled down...
reduced
I want to keep adding to who I am.
If you want to understand me,
you should keep adding too.