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Cecil Miller Oct 2015
She's got a face for radio,
She wears it best from head to toe.
She's a special kind of homely girl;
Her gift is being in a state of pity, so...

She is eager to shed her burdons,
But never tells the true
Meaning of actions
That always leave her due.

Love would never fix her woes,
She's a woman of motive
Crying on the shoulders of the higher-rated.
Tears are the flames of the voltive,

It's not mine to say.
It's mine to stay away.
She's not mine to slay.
But, I know her, anyway.

She's a vampire, the emotional kind,
One bite, then three times three is nine,
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again to make up nine,
Like a Harpee, she goes to them,
And drains from them vitality,
She's a shrewd one, and she's a shrew,
She doesn't even want to *****,
She's a player, till the game is won,
And the sorceress says the charm is done.

No one can ever show her kindness
Without her expecting more.
If you have a dollar of quarters,
She'd not take less than four.

I have seen the hearts of hopeful
Shredded at her feet.
And then the ugliness that thrives her
Gathers the replete.

She's sated til her next desire.
She never rest for long.
There will always be some lonely sap,
That she Will sap upon.

It's not mine to say.
It's mine to stay away.
She's not mine to slay.
But, I know her way.

She's a vampire, the emotional kind,
One bite, then three times three is nine,
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again to make up nine,
Like a Harpee, she goes to them,
And drains from them vitality,
She's a shrewd one, and she's a shrew,
She doesn't even want to *****,
She's a player, till the game is won,
And the sorceress says the charm is done.

The only thing she has is blame
To mead out to another sucker's name,
As soon as she has all she can get,
She leaves them, she leaves like all the rest,

Don't they think her heart is good!
They treat her like they think they should.
They don't know that to ease her pain
Is too surrender their gain, and go insane.

She never will come differently
Some things do not change.
Her talons grip them where they live,
Time and time, again.

It's not mine to say.
It's mine to stay away.
She's not mine to slay.
But, I know her way.

She's a vampire, the emotional kind,
One bite, then three times three is nine,
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again to make up nine,
Like a Harpee, she goes to them,
And drains from them vitality,
She's a shrewd one, and she's a shrew,
She doesn't even want to *****,
She's a player, till the game is won,
And the sorceress says the charm is done.

She will make them steal
From the future of their children.
She is a guiltless wonder.
She really never lets them in.

All for nothing is the way she lives.
She is gone with the fairer treat.
Every lonely victom she leaves
The bitter without the sweet.

It's not mine to say.
It's mine to stay away.
She's not mine to slay.
But, I know her way.

She's a vampire, the emotional kind,
One bite, then three, times three is nine,
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again to make up nine,
Like a Harpee, she goes to them,
And drains from them vitality,
She's a shrewd one, and she's a shrew,
She doesn't even want to *****,
She's a player, till the game is won,
And the sorceress says the charm is done.
I have always thought "a face for radio" was an enjoyable turn of phrase. I knew I would one day use it im a title. I do enjoy the company of a stand-up kind of woman. This piece is not about most woman, but the occasional shady woman with a hustle I have come across from time to time. I am not a player hater as long as it does not affect my life(As a gay man, I've got plenty of game.) but, I am no respector of the dishonest.
Gino Aug 2013
you can show all your emotion and secrets in the night
the music in the light
i cant control my life inside
two glances isn't enough
take another look before you judge me
love is in danger and it is gonna die
i am a victom to your smile
tell me why you treat my feelings like a toy
my hearts disapointed, i will love you forever
but this can be never
i dont want to believe in love anymore
ill keep you to remember so deep in my heart
but you're killing my love
Kim Essary Jun 2018
Thirteen long years spent under his thumb. Sixteen years old is when this begun.
I thought I was in love , now I know I should have left after the first shove.
I stayed instead, chalking it up as one too many drinks,. Time went on only getting worse, as I got pregnant with his child.  The control he had over me was more than mild. It was a push and a shove pulling my hair but worse than that was the emotional abuse he just didn't care.
The longer I stayed the worse it got , now there was another life I had to protect.
My story goes on for around 10 more years , another baby  with him and many hidden tears .
Please don't judge others by what you may see because behind those closed doors is a scarred and scorn woman that wants to be free .
Free from the abuse she gets everyday the threats of him taking her life away . The fear of what would happen to her children if he snapped and did what he said, The fear she feels laying beside  a monster in her bed, the fear that her children will grow up to believe that abuse is ok because that's all they see ,
So this is a sickness a disease, to treat any human so inhumane,
I don't look for pitty but hope someone out there reads this and it changes their life.  You see , I am not a Victom but I am a true Survivor of Domestic Violence you may not be as lucky as me if you stay I promise you you don't have to do anything else just get away .  
© kimmied 1105
13 years of emotional and physical abuse I was lucky to make it out alive. If you are going through any of this please know you will survive but he will never change .
DaRk IcE Mar 2016
I hear the echos of
A snide
Tongue
While you
Say
I love
You
The worst times
Reside in
Your last
Words
The air acts as
A knife
That cuts with
Each movement
I
Take
A darkened tone
Fills the space
I stand
That the light
Never
Touches
A place where
Right isn't
Practiced
Enough
And wrong is
Always
Right there
Emotions grow weary
With each
Failing
And I can go
No
More
Im motionless
A victom of
A
Similiar past
That haunts
My every
Movement
Insanity grasps my
Reluctant
Defeat
Of something
That seems like a
Dream
Except my eyes
Are open
And im very
Much
Alive
Braxton smith Apr 2015
As you take a stroll throw the forest during the day he watches from a nearby cave come night he follows you you can leave and to leave you have to find all 8 pages if he catches you, you are his next victom.
Kim Essary May 2018
Have you ever heard the sound of a rumbling train, when there were no train tracks anywhere near?
The wind of a tornado screeching and screaming fury and reeking havick upon a city with no warning, embarked is this memory this time of year.
On April 27, 2011, life's changed forever in the city I lived, Tuscaloosa, Alabama, Home of the Crimson Tide, would never be the same.
A scene from a horror movie can't even compare as we became the victom of a war zone that day
Trees flew through the air picking up houses and vehicles, anything in it's path, as the monster of this spinning wind left nothing but the rubble and the people homeless and dead . Those that survived this wicked storm would never be the same . The destruction of this tornado came out of the sky and ripped our life away.
When it was over it had only just begun as it left a mangled city
As people walked through the neighbor hoods searching for loved ones that the storm had picked up and spit out somewhere along the way, kids screaming for their parents , animals laying dead the sound of sirens screeching through our heads. People trapped beneath their homes where they ran to be safe but little did they know their was no such place on this day when the tornado that took so many lifes and swept our homes away there was no safe place to stay. I hope to one day forget this horror trapped in my head, my best friend and I found his family in their  twisted home 75 feet from where it once set as there were no survivors of the 3 . So this time of year leaves me saddened   if you can imagine a war zone you then will see the memories in my head.
The sadness and hurt and memories will never go away . I will never forget the death and destruction the tornado left that day
Jessica Feb 2018
The cold metal guides the sun,
To the eyes of the man,
Covered in black.

Cloaked in a haunting shadow,
He sharpens his blade,
And cleans his tool,
With a rag, so red,
It's ominous in his hand.

Cleaning his blade,
Silently keeping all the blood hidden,
Is his purpose as well as killing.

His last victom, wept and cried,
The screams still there,
In the deep red depths of his eyes.

Knowone can really clean a sinned blade,
And likewise,
The executioner cannot become a clean slate.
bluevelvet Nov 2017
Maybe I don't deserve to know,
Maybe I already do and I simply...
Just can't admit it to myself because
I stretch myself thin but
Not the thin guys like you like

Maybe I can't handle reality because
Everything is my fault as always
I want to play the victom but I lost it all,
From the way these hands move and
The words my mouth speak

Maybe I didn't understand the way you looked at me,
Maybe it was all just a fairytale dream
The kind where you were everything I needed
And I was somehow what you wanted

I can't let it go because you were the first.
The one I hurt most,
Not even a goodbye or a I wish you well
Line ending and so much left to say

Do you imagine it?
If I never met him and it was just us?
Would you have been strong enough?
Would I put my doubt aside and decide
To stay instead of just going?

I hope you found that peace,
I dream they give it to you
And all of your days,
I hope you remember me
And maybe wonder if I'm doing okay
Kim Essary Jan 2019
Where have the years gone, Days like today I wish I could turn back time.
You've grown from my baby girl to a woman now twenty nine.
Although your memories of growing up you tell were mostly sad.
I wish you would remember some of the good ones we had.
I know you see things the way you want to or or believe all you've been told .
I hope one day you understand that not everything you have been told is completely true .
I'm not claiming perfection as no human will ever be
You will understand one day baby girl you to have made mistakes no different than me.
I tried very hard to provide you and you⁴r brother some stability.
After I became very sick I lacked the ability.
Sometimes we go through this life with a blindfold to cover our eyes
When we remove it we become victom of our own demise.
You have put me down and called me names and wished me hurtful things
I have found forgiveness in my heart and pray you never feel the pain all of this brings .
I'm proud of the woman you've become and hope that one day you will see.
I'm not the terrible person you have made me out to be.
I gave you life to watch you grow and teach you right from wrong , you kept me from your life and treated me like a disease keeping my grandson from me all along .
There will come a day when you sit all alone and wish you would have let me in instead of shutting me out but by then it will be to late.
I will have left this world never feeling your love only your mean words and hate
Never forget the times I reached out to you, I needed to feel your love and know you were there.
So many times I needed you but so many times you didn't care.
I remember you telling me a long time ago that I would die alone some day
So here I am babygirl that day you spoke haunts my existence in every way

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