#battered
our clothes,
our tattered clothes
are torn up and frayed,
unsightly and stained
the bindings are strained,
they fit no longer
the hemming gave 'way,
they hold no longer
our feet,
our blistered feet
are cut up, in pain,
aching, inflamed
their will's been bent,
they heave no longer
their life's been spent,
they move no longer
our hearts,
our hollowed hearts
are battered and bruised,
worn out and used
all has been drained,
they bleed no longer
their thumping has waned,
they beat no longer
our hopes,
our shattered hopes
are blackened and greyed,
broken, dismayed
all has been lost,
we hope no longer
we're wont to last,
we yearn no longer
our souls,
our flustered souls
are darkened and swayed,
lost and derailed
their glow's been dulled,
they shine no longer
their flow's been culled,
they live no longer
our hands,
our calloused hands,
tho' wounded and gashed,
hardened and bashed
are all we have to show at the end of the day...
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 8:51 PM UTC
our clothes,
our tattered clothes
are torn up and frayed,
unsightly and stained
the bindings are strained,
they fit no longer
the hemming gave 'way,
they hold no longer
our feet,
our blistered feet
are cut up, in pain,
aching, inflamed
their will's been bent,
they heave no longer
their life's been spent,
they move no longer
our hearts,
our hollowed hearts
are battered and bruised,
worn out and used
all has been drained,
they bleed no longer
their thumping has waned,
they beat no longer
our hopes,
our shattered hopes
are blackened and greyed,
broken, dismayed
all has been lost,
we hope no longer
we're wont to last,
we yearn no longer
our souls,
our flustered souls
are darkened and swayed,
lost and derailed
their glow's been dulled,
they shine no longer
their flow's been culled,
they live no longer
our hands,
our calloused hands,
tho' wounded and gashed,
hardened and bashed
are all we have to show at the end of the day...
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 5:30 AM UTC
combat
battered
dandelions
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 9:36 PM UTC
"I wish I could explain this feeling caged up inside of me, uprooting everything I know.
I feel it move from my chest creating a spiraling chaos throughout causing such a mess.
Set fire to my soul, burn this relentless beast inside of me, please.
My heart is beating rapidly, barely being able to withstand anymore of this perpetual barbaric pain.
Battered, and beaten I give in, finally my heart has betrayed me one last time."
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 2:39 AM UTC
I must be easily mistaken
For a coat on a plastic hanger
Because nothing has been more familiar
Than the way I’ve been used,
Selected finickly from the men’s section
And worn until I’m ruined.
They expect me to fulfill their needs
And take on all their elements
And if I get a little *****
I’m just thrown in the wash
So I can be used again.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC
A dog is outside just sitting there
food was left nearby
but dog just stands langidly
outside looking in
in it's hometown Kemah
the dog won't move nor bark
it's whining and whimpering
For too long a time the dog waited outside the red steel rddbba spare room building
where the master of the house
gets in a daily basis to write a love letter waiting for his first love to arrive to read them BBA/RDD.
naturally dog just sits there watching other women getting in there reading unauthorized his love letters
but dog dears not bark
fearing they might call the pond
the animal control to cage and
euthanize even
the winning dog outside looking in, understands something that
others inside there looking out
know too well to keep dog outside
looking in to die thinking victory
that it is too late to get inside the red building or to be taken in as a family member a pet to be loved protected
taken to the bet
for first aid to tend dogs old and new wounds given a collar a name
some bones toys and a bedding.
it's believed some people are
like big dane dogs arriving at the right time to a home not built for them and forcing their way in free to roam
begin to discover treasures never saught by it's original rightful intended ownner now outside looking in.
This battered smaller breed circus bagabund dog langidly looking in
forever waiting for the master
of the house to run out to pet feed protect the long awaited pet
the left behind
because it simply
seemed not to able to bark or to follow or beg for it all within time.
this circus dog whimpering
shivering cold
outside looking in
might just be the spirit soul
of the one who loves you
the most in this whole
wide world true love.
~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
03/18/2020.
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
Till then is to let go.
Breathing from the icelake
I spend my exile
From times to time
Breathing from the ice lair
Inhaling memories.
Memories of flashes
Here and there
Your hand here, now
No where
Memories, bruises,
A cut here
A cut there
Leaves me wandering
From ray to ray
Drowned in seaful memory
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 7:02 AM UTC
the foundation of everything
honest to god truth
faith.
what's the use?
The darkness inside you
creeps its way in.
How does one recover,
repair broken trust?
The reaper is on his way,
your soul is no use.
Call a saviour,
pray to the lord,
Maybe he'll decide to pity you.
cause i sure as hell won't,
so good day to you.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 3:56 AM UTC
i am an architect
though my hand has been guided many a time
i have etched my own path
into a tome of starlight
but it is a path i will walk alone sometimes
and that’s okay
i am a writer
though my heart has been swayed into submission many a time
i will continue to be
the main antagonist of my story
but i bleed ink from my fingertips and i will write my own chapter
and that’s okay
i am a warrior
though i’ve wielded my sword many a time
i have seen many wars
and fought many battles
but it’s still the small victories i celebrate most
and that’s okay
i am a dancer
though i’ve tripped over my two left feet many a time
i have broken many bones
and danced still with a smile
but my feet grow tired and i must rest sometimes
and that’s okay
i am an artist
though my hands have often been stained
my heart is my masterpiece
and i’ve put it at the forefront of my choices
but maybe it isn’t the kind to go in a museum
and that’s okay
i am damaged
i am battered
i am bruised
but i am trying
and i am healing
and that’s okay
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 6:49 PM UTC
Dangerous
Sticky red trickles down her stick
Another beating today
Oh how it's my fault
To dare speak of heart felt truth
Tempting you away from "justice"
Just remember
I may be battered and bruised behind bars
But it's you who broke the law
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
Once upon a time...
Promised myself
Never settle
For less than
Happily ever after
I now lay
Battered
Making Excuses
For the Wolf
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
Swimming without assistance,
Progressing - stroke by stoke.
Gently moving along the surface,
Barely scratching the depths.
Stroke by stroke, I become stronger and more confident.
Stroke by stroke, I pound and penetrate the water.
Stroke by stroke, I overcome my previous position.
Each stroke like torture
Ripping myself out and falling back in,
Allowing the water to take a hold of me once again.
The water symbolised my struggles and insecurities.
A never-ending and already lost war,
I was battered, stroke by stroke.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
Emotions can cause such endless commotion,
They can go from the weakest to highest waves…
Then deep deep down
They can dig the deepest of shallow graves…
Battered and scarred is what happens when you take emotions so far
The tidal waves begin to crash and sway as it falls apart and begins to wash away the remnants of a shattered heart
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
I remember how you make me such a disgrace
Those time that you slap me in the face
My heart beat was like a race
When I saw you holding a thick lace
I'm cryin out loud
When the lace touch my body hard
You left me full of wounds
As I cry loud and hits me a broom
What did I do ?
When all I did was to love you
You didn't hear me explain
You just make me feel this pain
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
There is a cravice
in my cheeks
on which a tide of tears
has flowed upon
The person who once was
is now gone
He is the stranger
before me
fragmented and torn
Lifes full of harsh lessons
we must learn
My heart has shattered
into a million pieces
Tearing through my flesh
it burns
Will this pain subside
I feel so
withered
so tired
battered
bruised
This is one fight
I shall lose
I can't fix
what is happening
So the cravice will grow
What lesson will I learn
I do not know
But one day soon
I will have to let you go
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 9:29 AM UTC
Why
do you
pull me
In as a
wave
and push
with the
strength
of your
wind,
why
do I
always
end up
lifting my
battered
wings
to fly
back to
your storm?
I ask questions
only my heart
knows the
answer to
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 7:42 AM UTC
Remember? Do you?
*The verses of the Mahabharata,
Where Draupati begged to let her go,
Where being a wife of the Pandavas made her no different from the unmarried women.*
Remember? Do you?
*When inside 1 in 10 houses,
A little girl complains to her mum,
It hurts me in there Maa.*
Remember? Do you?
*The night,
When a girl lay all naked and battered on the road,
When a friend of her's was as helpless as the lost kid at the course.*
Remember? do you?
The nights when people marched with candles in their hands,
The days when we witnessed protests.
*Days after days,
Months after months,
Years after years,
Didn't you,
All of you, tried to build us?*
The ones who were too small to understand,
The ones who were capable enough to understand,
And the ones who understood what all this actually meant.
*From the cheap comments passed
To the guidelines to dress-up,*
You filled our heads,
With the thoughts which were never meant to be there.
From all those sad old lines to the new generation trends,
You made us cautious yet scared.
While there were dreams to be accomplished,
And words that were unsaid,
*Your efforts to build us,
Made us question our own existence.*
*With every tantrum and argument we throw,
We have something for you to know, you know,*
Caging us won't do us any good,
While letting us live without the not so needed guidelines will do.
Set us free and cage the ones who needs so,
For the day you would realise,
*Is merely a hypothetical concept you would know.*
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
She rose from deep within,
Like a phoenix out from the ashes,
Body covered with streaks of wounds,
New and aged with no discrimination.
She sprung life out of none,
Defying of what nature set the rules upon,
She made it a daily routine,
But none should know herself within.
Alone in her nest,
Of where she came,
Her seated heart rests in a battered ribs,
Like a dying bird with a rusted cage.
-HIY
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 4:09 AM UTC
There are stories with names
That all go unheard
In a world of social conflict
Not knowing what happens seems absurd
There's a girl that lies awake
Unable to fall asleep in her own bed
Her memories like scars
That tear apart her head
This wasn't how it started
It's not always been this way
But sometimes things happen
And you're forced to have to stay
She is blind to it at first
Constantly tells herself a lie
But its hard to hide from the truth
In reality she shouldn't have to cry
The punches start as just punches
But the bruises slowly mean more
With one hit after another
She grows terrified of her own door
He's constantly on her mind
Not out of love but out of fear
She never feels truly safe
Always worried he'll be near
It's not only the hands that grab her
Or the black and blue marks that cover her skin
His words eat away at her very soul
Destroying her from within
She's forced to the floor day and night
Too exhausted to even stand
Living out of fear of asking for help
No one will ever lend a hand
It's as if she'll be trapped forever
Forced to live alone for all her life
With a man she used to love so dear
But now fills her heart with strife
She's been broken and beaten
Years of pain spill over her face
So how she decided to leave it all
Is tragic but part of her case
With no signs of help and a life of loss
She ran out of places to run
And in looking for a last ditch effort
Stumbled upon her husbands gun
Now these stories still remain unheard
But Everyone deserves to know
It shouldn't have to end this way
We all need somewhere to go
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
Rising from the snow,
A warrior of scars remains.
Betrayed, battered, and broken..
**The ****** tears**,
Seek revenge on thy foes.
Beware... The White wolf.
Of the snow.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
I fight this battle hard and true
To find a way to make me new
But for all the pain that does ensue
I have me to thank and not you.
I'm tired out and torn apart
Ever since we broke each other's heart.
Such a feat came at a great cost
For that's when I found I was lost.
It seems that I am finding out
That evermore I'm finding doubt,
For every right I do feels wrong
And I'm left wandering, wandering on.
What I should do I do not know,
Perhaps it's time to let this go.
I thought it was love, the day we met
But I guess it's time I just forget.
I long for things that have once been
To find joy in life, once again
But even at night this can never be
For not even my dreams have me smiling.
It seems that I am finding out
That evermore I'm finding doubt.
For after midnight comes the dawn
And I'm left wandering, wandering on.
I stumble around looking to find me
Trying to search for something to remind me
Have I ever been in this place before?
Or is this the first time I've opened that door?
I think I've lost myself to the night
Losing hope when I lost my sight
I'm blinded, broken, battered, and bruised,
If I find me will I be any less confused?
It seems that I am finding out
That evermore I'm finding doubt.
For out of sight my hope has gone,
And I'm left wandering, wandering on
7/7/14
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
Paranoid and scared
Feeling unprepared
Where will you strike next?
I hate having to guess
I don’t know who to trust
Even when I must
I can’t stand and fight
I don’t have the might
How do I protect?
When I don’t know to expect
Run, run, run away
I’m too terrified to stay.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
This is a fictional account, but based
On truth for many women. I was,
Myself, abused by an ex-boyfriend.
---
Here's the ballad of Hammer Hand,
I'm here to spread it 'cross the land.
He loved to hit, as you can see.
What he hit was mainly me.
He was a brawler in the day,
But I left him where he lay.
This is for you gals out there
Who are hopeless, in despair,
Who are battered, made to kneel,
I do this so we both can heal.
I was kicked upside the head,
But now ol' Hammer Hand is *dead.
~~CHORUS~~
Hammer Hand, oh Hammer Hand,
Did beating me make you a man?
I have suffered your attack,
You have made me blue on black,
Your heart was black, my soul was blue,
Your soul was false, my heart was true.*
~~~~~~
Hammer Hand was tall and lean,
He was big, and ha was mean,
He would snack and he would punch,
Then he would demand his lunch.
He used to hit me when he drank,
His breath was fetid, his body rank,
Whenever help I'd try to seek.
He would hit me into next week.
~~~~~~
Hammer Hand is dead today
And this is what I have to say,
I told him when he broke my teeth,
He would pay and come to grief!
*Satan himself will take you down,
And you'll be six feet underground.*
~~ CHORUS ~~
I'm a woman so you're bold,
But Hammer Hand, you're getting old,
Hammer Hand you've had your fun,
But don't forget I have a SON.
You can make me black and blue,
But don't you go and hit him, too!
Don't make him hate you, make him mean,
Soon he will be seventeen.
You said a thing which I believe,
You said you'd **** me if I leave.
But me 'n Jamie gonna pack,
We're gonna leave and not come back.
When I die, at least I know,
Where I'm bound, which way I'll go!
Down inside you know as well,
You are goin' straight to hell.
Hammer Hand, O Hammer Hand,
Now we've left, are you so grand?
You won't hurt us anymore,
'Cause you're dead upon the floor.
I don't think that you'll survive,
Shot with your own 45,
It wasn't me, I'm not that brave...
*T'was Jamie put you in the grave.
At sixteen he was pale and shy
But he put a slug between your eyes.
You made him beg. You made him bow.
Well. I hope you're happy now.*
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) June 11, 2011
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC