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I am a wild heart
hurling headfirst into
men - men that
beat me black and
purple

bruises never
turn blue
Mama earth Apr 2018
Prev-ee-us-lee                 Brayn                  
               Damnegd
         Treetid                                  
                                   Savig
Sr.Vival   Crucul                        
                                  Bilt  &  Fyt                                    
      Fed Shyt                                  
                   Vilently Hyt
-Brooke Alison Ilene Anselment I own copyrights
He lay on the floor
Head smashed in with the
Centerpiece that was their
Wedding gift

If only we had cared
Enough to stop him
He was her husband
And he had gone mad on her again

She stood by his body
Teary eyes transfixed on his
Blood as it made its way
To her shaky feet

If only we had not said
He was her husband
She was his wife
For it was theirs to resolve

His fist no longer balled up
Her screams abruptly seize
His belt around her neck no more
Her consciousness crawls back in

If only we had made
It our business, seeing not
Violence as discipline, saving her
Would have saved them both

©Belema .S. Ekine
©belemascribbles
The wars of love
Stripping my skin
Leaving me useless and afraid
I found my tooth on the clean kitchen floor
I miss filling your mouth with mine
With blood on my face we made love
You sepreate my flesh, blindfolding my mind
An incision seeping scars
Crownless queen Apr 2018
Unwanted touches, he called it love
Heart of Silver Mar 2018
I love cooking! I love making tasty treats!
Breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, oh-so-yummy sweets!
Experimenting with recipes, (cookies are my specialty)
My place in the kitchen keeps this silly girl upbeat
I'm probably happiest providing something to eat

New flavors.. exciting! Ooh, that cake sure looks inviting!
Mind if I pop this in the oven?
Ah, I sure hope it's tasty...
and since I did so well, don't mean to sound hasty, but
C'mere and give this little chef some lovin'!
Ha, I wish!


Narcissistic as it sounds, I sure as hell enjoy
When the people around like the cooking skills I employ
I gotta wonder, if I made something good...
would you praise me? I hope that you would

'Cause, yeah, nothing beats a good meal
but eating alone sure doesn't feel
half as good as eating with you
and reaching across the table to take your hand
then despite my poor manners, I'd like to demand
you shower your chef with sweet little kisses
for all the hard work she's done as the missus

Eh, even if that didn't happen, I'd love to
cook you up something delicious!


To show you my adoration, to show you I care
and of course a part of me would just like to prepare
tasty, tasty dishes for others to savor
But really! I hope you most of all enjoy the flavor....
I love cooking! :D
missfannyhill Mar 2018
I’d wake up every morning
To see a smile on your face
But, all I’d get was a disappointed scowl

Our nights were rabid
Our mornings even more so

I didn’t lose hope
I never lost hope

I chose to marry you
I chose this life
I wasn’t a quitter
And now wasn’t the time to begin

I’d wake up black and blue
With missing teeth
And an ache in my heart
But, no I didn’t lose hope

I wasn’t a quitter
And now wasn’t the time to begin
Ben Meraki Feb 2018
Is this what you wanted,
what you imagined
the day those wedding bells rang?

Where is the man I fell in love with?
I miss the magic.
I miss the days when my heart sang.


-

We said we'd keep our love alive.
Our flame would never die.
Forget the world. Just you and I.

We told the doubters they were wrong.
Every day we'd sing our song of love.
I haven't heard it for so long.

- -

Through tear filled eyes,
beneath the sound of slamming doors.
I still see and hear the echoes
of the day you made me yours.

So tonight I make myself look pretty,
put on that dress you bought me,
try to remember all the
lessons that you've taught me.

I sit and watch the clock
til I hear your key turn in the lock.
Outside I hear the rain.
You smell like her again.

This food is cold! You say.
The candle's burned away.
You've got that anger in your eyes.
I try to fight the urge to cry.

- -

This isn't what I wanted,
what I imagined
the day those wedding bells rang.

You're not the man I fell in love with!
I miss the magic.
I miss the days when my heart sang.

-

Then comes the thunder and the lights go out.
Over the ringing in my ears
I hear our daughter shout my name.

I try to stand but it's too much for me.
Through the pain and tears
I look up to see you leave again.

- -

Jessie doesn't understand.
I try to tell her it's ok.
I take her by the hand.
Let's get your toys so we can play.

Why's Daddy angry Mummy?
Is it something I did wrong?
No. No, it's not you honey.
Come now, let's sing your favourite song.

I should've seen the signs
I should've listened when they told me.
All the times
you used to put me down and scold me.

I tried to walk away
but every time we had the talk.
You always had something to say
or made it out to be my fault.

- -

We said we'd keep our love alive.
Our flame would never die.
**** the world! Just you and I.

We told the doubters they were wrong.
Every day we'd sing our song of love.
I haven't heard it for so long.

- -

Someday I'll find the power
to rebuild my tower.
I'll stand tall again.
Find someone to buy me flowers

and Jessie, you'll be all grown up.
You'll be learning about love.
I hope you find that magic
that I've been dreaming of.

Don't ask your Mummy for advice,
for now my heart is cold as ice.
But baby come back for me
if there's still life left in my eyes.

She doesn't understand.
I smile and say she will someday.
She takes me by the hand.
"Let's get my toys so we can play"

/ /
Inspired by a sad piano piece
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