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Lb Oct 2016
She
watch me
watch me as stuff your mouth with flowers


watch me
as i hide your knives in my ***** draw


watch  me
as you strangle me in my sleep but im too ashmed to tell anyone

watch me
as i accept all the im sorry's and i didnt mean to's

watch me
as i t protest that this was all an over reatcion to the police that visit me each month concerned for mine and my childrens saftey

watch me
as i make the biggest mistake ive ever made and wont be the only one paying for it
I've been walking down a road of thumb tacks
Each fowl word and evil glance they give
Sticks into your Human flesh.
You try and lift up your head.
But, their judgment  crown of thorns cuts to streams of blood.
As my tourmented soul wishes for the relief of being dead.
Drying tears of emptiness of the lack of supporters by your side.
You scream, aloud, due to years of useless torment, yet not one ear ever hears.
You fear you'll be preyed upon by the packs of emotional wolves waiting for you to just make one simple mistake.
They attack you in numbers.
Tearing your soul's flesh to shreds
As you fear your life is a useless spot taken.
You feel like a joke.
The more the predators lurk like vultures in the desert....
Onward you walk in a barren land not fitting in for some odd defined reasoning.
You lose your strength to go on.
The bullies have battered your head in....
Like a boxer....you are too punch drunk to think.
As your sanity is tested by ice you walk upon that's mighty thin.
"Watch how you walk"
One false move.....you fall into frozen and cold waters.
You shall freeze to death from backs that turn away...
Turning once warm and sweet air to a dark and bitter air .
frozen to cold.
Dying,slowly, alone, would anyone care to rescue a battered and now shivering soul.....
After the bullies forced you to fit into "their version of Society's "
Mold.
This article explains my dealings, recently, with online and offline bullies. Yes, it can hit you at any age. If we stick together and band together to stop the hateful and hurtful actions, which break apart a once peaceful society, then we can stop innocent victims from this form of domestic abuse.
oguh stanley Oct 2016
If I had only known you'd give just one thing to me; torrent of pain,
Not the sweet promises; not the nuptial vows but my tears as rain.
You promised you would cherish me until we both grew old,
The only vows you took to heart was "To Have" and "To Hold".
"To Have" me? I'm a prisoner; an object to your frustration and your hard bent will,
"To Hold" me? Yes; your look of disgust towards me only hold up to quantify the hatred you feel.
The hardest to bear isn't the countless emotional wounds nor the rain of slaps and the shove,
nor your act of tyranny; the sting of your hurting words; like a black velvet glove.
But scars all around my fragile heart as a result of being your bride,
As a result of being a woman; a broken woman who you crush her dignity and pride.
through countless of nights I fed from your fist; drinking from your well of serene madness,
to the morning where your palms does the paintings on my face; wiping away my make-up of happiness.  
If only I could tell my story; if only you could taste the sour taste of bliss in my tears,
If only you would have a view into my secret hell; my world blazing with fears.
If only you would realise am your wife; your better half and not an object of your hate,
Not a black hole to fill your anger but your life parthner and your soulmate.
If only you would come to understand me; if only you would realise this,
My husband; we would not only live in peace but in absolute bliss.
Joshua Vega Sep 2016
At the door, you dragged your boots,
Covered your tracks,
Sighs wavered in the hall,
Smearing the sweat, adjusting the thermostat.
You didn't hear me breathing between the paper and the walls.
Scarlet roses screaming, eyelids fluttering in cahoots.

You set the hat down on the counter,
Hoping I’d be there to hang it, brush the fur,
pound potatoes into your dinner,
Sending my pulse soaring with the birds.

The nights spent rancid and dank,
Lonely and dim, the moon offering a borrowed grin,
Playing craps with its teeth across wooden planks,
Where the ribs crack carelessly

Around smoke, sending
Ella’s voice to haunt the air,
Creating the vices that drag you by your toenails,
Floating through the dust that settles around your hair.
The bath tub beckoning in drips for you to visit the holy grail,
Clean the soul, praying in fire that marriage accepts amends.
Lora Lee Aug 2016
Only one little
               silly tiny
                       movement
can create ripples
of effects
and tonight
as I reached for the
garlic or salt
or whatever
the hell it was---
something harsh was set
I brushed your shoulder
or was too much in your space
somehow jolting your ego
from its permanent, fragile place
            You chose to take that
and make a fight
from dust
and this in turn led
to splitting hearts
              spitting corrupted trust
passive aggressive silt
swept out
from under rugs
emotional bluntness of punches
instead of the realness of hugs
Where have we reached
what have we done
All I know
is my heart's on
        the run
These little ***** triggers
       can open
Pandora's sick, dark box
unlocking old resentments
from behind rusty locks
"You will never be forgiven"
are words
that destroy
they suffocate and choke
turn real gold to alloy
and Man, this gold is melting down
running in streams
painting false this town
in shades of hurt
in shades of pain
just lay me down
in this thick desert sun
to bear this unbearable
                   splintered strain
Let me pour this liquid burden
into the salt of the cracks
of the earth
Let me be replenished
with crystal water coolness
as I, head held up in tears,
                           remember
                                    my golden worth
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RB-RcX5DS5A&list;=PLzyYbaYKbahnEmFJFyxlURFHhSc74l5C7&index;=4
"Nobody said it was easy/ Nobody said it would be this hard/ I'm goin' back to the start"
Holey Aug 2016
I sit there and stare into his dark gaze, unable to move do to the fear that has latched itself onto my legs.
Lips trembling, face bloodied and bruised.
The only words I am able to form are begs.
He looks at me with a face filled with disgust, hard steps towards me.
I form enough courage to sprint towards my only escape, the door.
I thought he loved me,
I thought I meant something,
It's my fault,
I should have given him what he wanted.
All the thoughts run through my head as I slowly stop running, I take a deep breath and slowly walk back. Thoughts already forming an excuse and an apology. He meets me at the door with a smile.
"I knew you'd be back."
The last sounds I hear are police sirens.
`This is a little dark, my lovelies..lo siento
Siren Coast Jul 2016
I remember your cruel love
The first time you said you loved me
The first time you led me down the stairs
There was nothing in you I wanted
But naive young girls do naive young things

Your words were like gifts
Your gifts were like a song
I blindly sang along
Trusting you was easy
But you proved me wrong

I'm cruel in my heart, I know it
But it's what you planted for me
Your mean hands ripped open my chest
You buried something so ugly and dark
So deep it bled into my soul.

Something inside of you was broken
Something was breaking inside of me too
I think of you now and my hands lock up
I hope you have all daughters
I hope they date men like you

I hope it breaks your heart and kills you.
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