#accusation
Don't have her eyes O' Lord
Bear the eyes of a devil before hers
Better, even, to stare with dead eyes
Let it be neutral, your saving gaze
Jun 14, 2024
Jun 14, 2024 at 12:46 AM UTC
He said it was your fault
the way you smiled too often at strangers,
the way your dress clung to your skin,
the way you spoke your mind
like it wasn’t meant to be silenced.
He said you were too much,
too loud, too free,
too wild to be loved by someone like him.
So he let his hands wander elsewhere
and called it your mistake.
He blamed you for the nights he disappeared,
for the silence he left in his wake,
for the guilt that crept into his voice
when you asked where he’d been.
He told you it was your laugh
too careless, too inviting,
like you wanted to be replaced.
But it wasn’t you
who forgot what love was made of.
It wasn’t you
who kissed someone else
and washed the taste down with excuses.
He blamed you because it was easier
than admitting he was small.
He blamed you because your strength
was the mirror to his weakness.
It wasn’t the dress,
it wasn’t the smile,
it wasn’t your beauty that broke him.
It was him
his hollow heart, his cowardice,
his inability to hold something real.
And you still sit in the ruins,
asking yourself what you could’ve done.
But the answer was never yours to give.
He was broken before he touched you,
and nothing you did could’ve changed that.
So let him carry the weight of his lies,
let him drown in the shame he tried to hand you.
You are not the cracks in his sto
ry.
You are the foundation he never deserved.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 6:57 AM UTC
I had it yelled at me once, "you don't even know what love is!"
At first the accusation put me on the defensive
But the examples to me of laugh, love, live
Has always been top tier corrosive, a wildly destructive narrative
©2024
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 10:33 PM UTC
You have no idea the irk
Created by those terms,
The judgement inherent in
Laying out my perceived weakness
Is offensive,
All the more when weakness
Neither becomes me nor is
Found within me
It makes the obvious response
Rise to my lips,
To cease to reach out
In love or in help,
To prove to you my worth by
Withdrawing the very demonstration
That led to the accusation at hand
But with withdrawal of
Reaching out comes
Withdrawal of part of me,
Part of my expressed love,
And therein lies the rub,
For if I share not how I feel or that
Sharing is unaccepted,
Then where is the actual point?
Of us?
Dec 12, 2023
Dec 12, 2023 at 7:26 AM UTC
I picked a grape, from a cluster at a deli
you know…to sneak a taste before I buy
A lady scorned, “yuck, ain’t that dusty?”,
and ******* her face like I was going to die
“Hey, what’s up?”I said “I gave it a rub
and I’m not going to buy unless I try,
a lick with my lips, is as good as a scrub”,
and I gave her a wink of my eye
But she wasn’t impressed by my address
and was weirded out by what I meant
She quickly called the police for my arrest
and accused me of sensual harassment
When the police arrived at the crime
I quickly swallowed the pips
For a pinch of a grape, I’m paying no fine
no matter what she claims I did with my lips
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 7:28 AM UTC
don't blame me, it's not my fault.
you're afraid of the decisions you have to make.
you're obsessed with what isn't yours to take.
you're tired of the confidence you have to fake.
you're ashamed of the way that you break.
stand in your place, and don't blame.
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 4:19 AM UTC
i followed you
into the depths of your suspicions
your paranoia
your accusations cut deeper than you know
the night and day
black and white
love and hate dance we shared
brought me to the edge of my own delicate sanity
and to life itself
I loved you like no other
and hated you as I would my worst enemy
you were fire and ice
beauty and cancer
peace and war
I miss you to this day
and curse you for every day I lost
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
Running through my mind, is you.
I want to tie you up, and stick duckt tape on your mouth.
Shut you up, stop accusing me.
Stop it, it's not my fault. It's not my fault.
My character is just a result of the circumstances I was in.
My feelings are a result of both our circumstances, and so are yours.
So why do I have to be the victim of all of this pain, this circumstantial pain?
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 10:19 AM UTC
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The ocean's wave rolls
and beats repeatedly
carving a way into the soul
of this precipice
foaming at the mouth
no, wait....
that's just your tongue
coated in a miasma of
a siren song
you ******* liar
sunbathing on my pyre
the whole town now congregates around
with devil-red
containers of gasoline
while your devil-red
lips act the fire
Only the clever witches
survived the trials
the whole town now dances around
feasting on the lotus petals
that root in the palm of your hand
look at them move
locked in each others hands
chanting
"This will bring peace"
while they nod and agree
"Pour more gasoline"
escapes between those sharp teeth
happiness is a moveable feast
at least your eating
like a queen
go ahead and **** the marrow
out of these innocent bones
tomorrow I will be gone
once I thought of you as Ithaca
now realize that these
are Troy's stones
it's time to sail back home.
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
They accuse me of being a White Knight
But I'm just trying to do the right
I'm not trying to get every woman I meet under my bed sheets at night
Nothing makes less sense to me
Then the quickness to stating the term
How many times do I have to reaffirm?
Explaining myself is for the birds
I know those mindsets are absurd
I talk about love and *** a lot
Because they're both important
But don't get it curved
Don't gather the nerve
To say I only want the ***
When these kind of things get me in a vex
Love alone is the right
But it's missing the spark
It's such a simple concept but people still confuse it
I'm not going to manipulate or abuse it
White Knights help and expect something in return
I'm here to help and leave quietly
They only respect women cause they're attracted to them
I can't possibly fathom that kind of action
We're supposed to respect all kinds of people
And that's what I strive to do
I'll forever be accused of being a White Knight
Just because I have the right
Intentions
But that's something I have to brush off
And let the record play out until the hate party is done and they all go home.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC
If looks could **** there would be no need to search any further
you would then surely be accused of that first degree ******
But since you have such a deceptive and changing illusory face
it would be very hard indeed to substantiate and prove the case.
Many would be those who would even defend and plead for you
giving all manner of testimony in saying the evidence isn’t true.
They would also state that in support of their own ignorant belief
nobody could really tell the difference to avail of any other relief.
The allegations against you though would have to be disproved
for all of the suspicions and charges to be thoroughly removed.
There would also need to be absolutely no shadow of a doubt
in respect of your presence which was at the scene thereabout.
It seems that by the evidence available you've had a good run
what some observers would thereby call a ****** lot of fun;
for such a long time now you have been getting away with it all
but you have undermined the circumstances leading to your fall.
Sooner or later it may also happen that the table is turned around
and a suspect is apprehended with the accusations that are found.
The term of 'being innocent until proven guilty' then comes into play
a sure reminder that the system of justice is gradually making its way.
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 5:44 PM UTC
oh liar, liar
accusations shared by ear
finding awful truth
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
There is violence
In this silence
In the words that you don't speak
Accusation
In excommunication
That lasts for months and weeks
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
My hands are tongue-tied, my mouth
a shutter that ***** open in the wind;
empty words parade their ground but I
think now before I speak.
You watch my movements, tracking each
for the abnormal; waiting for me to mess up
and forget to hide these crimes
you so carefully cultivated.
I jump in the darkness, so you see things
which are not there; shivering screaming
silence, spoken aloud only when
your distance we both share.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
It was a question;
a simple inquiry
that I had been running from,
catching me off guard,
trapping me in this feeling,
that I had been found out,
before I had found myself.
I remember taking offense,
as if it were an accusation,
rather than a question.
Out of breath,
and suspiciously defensive,
I was frightened out of my mind.
But it had been asked with such disdain,
such disgust and disapproval,
so I kept running.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
Assumption such a devil you are
Killing one soul and heart
Inching into ones vains
Seeping through ones blood
The words sticks like a glue
Bonded to ones pride and sorrow
So why assumption
Make such an accusation
Please don't play with me
Don't trample me
Don't crush me
And just stop hurting the poor old me.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
I am sorry for your pain
but I am not the cause
and seeing how you've treated me
I think I know what was
Dishonest in your ranting
as you're girlfriend and not wife
no wonder why he shies away
from unrelenting strife
Accusing without evidence
eschewing private mail
you castigate me publicly
as illogically you rail
Behaving with much cruelty
demonstrating zero class
you couldn't solve a mystery
if it bit you in the ***
18 Jun 2015
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
And Ovid said "she asked for it"
she turned Tereus to lust on sight and caused him to **** her
over and over and over
the only control remaining to speak the truth.
a tongue turned phallus
that was to be cut off, castrated
to silence, make powerless -
Philomela subjugated
beneath the vile grunts of the patriarchal chorus
mumbling grumbling over the rumbling
of a revolution of women rising to dance, to shout, to sing
to bring Philomela from Hades to cascading waters of womanhood
extinguising the flames of the hell that is here.
Here in the he said - she said
in the legal loop holes
in the seems like
in the ridiculous pondering of legitimate ****
as if when Tess, at pitchfork, took off her clothes before Alec
that it could be consider seduction, romance.
The threat of violence - silence.
Here where we remember world cup victories but forget Nanking
hundreds, thousand of women violated and broken for sport
because **** is a weapon of war
because Lord knows bombs and bullet aint enough
Soldiers photographing rapes like snapshots to take home as souvenirs.
- the sadistic silhouettes who sexually assaulted, mutilated and murdered
daughter, sister, mother, grandmother
and then headed home to the ***** of the matriarch,
to hold their own teenage daughters in the arms that turned screams to silence.
Voices silenced.
Vocabularly lost.
Women have come to fight silence with art
to speak in a language without words because there are not words
to tell of a hell that ------------------------
But when Toni Morrison told the truth
the truth in all its gorey graphic raw ugliness
the people tried to stick together the pages
to conceal the painful truth,
to build up pyres of life stories and watch them burn
The pen stamped underfoot into silence.
And Pa simply said "shut up and *** used to it"
and those words still echo now across the world
and there was noone to tell
nothing to be said - just the colour purple
and silence.
Silence is being broken
across this world women rise to tell, to share, to voice, to shout, to say, to sing
We've had enough, enough of being treated like dirt,
we've had enough enough of putting up with the hurt,
we've had enough enough of getting trashed from above,
us women have had enough -
we've had enough they say
of this vile hierarchial structure of **** that almost always favours the male
of arseholes like Galloway and Akin putting forth their perverse poisonous perceptions
of one in three women being ***** or beaten
of one in three women having to pick up the pieces and find a way to live
of one in three women feeling the weight of the silence
As the monologues echo in theatre stalls
as men declare themselves feminists and walk the walk
the spirit of Philomela unites with her tongue,
the silence created by the threat of violence is cracked
the us and them mentality that allows us to hurt the other challenged
the once burned books have gone mass market
and we as a human race will no longer be told "to shut up and *** used to it"
We are standing as one
for the sake of the one
the every one in three women
one will billion rise
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC