Surpressed?
My reality in a few lines.
Silent Voices
For those who live with an abusive partner. This was inspired by a woman that stayed silent. She lost her life and her 3 children died as well at the hand of her husband
NO-BODY CARES.
SUB-CONSCIOUS SCREAMS
Empty Inside
Just as a warning, alot of my writing is rather dark at times..... This one was written around the same time as my Dark and Light poem, but before I found clarity of mind, and for the same reason..... In case you didn't read Dark and Light, the reason was because I was raised into Christianity, but I when I got older, I started noticing "holes in the wall" so to speak. Anyway, I was basically told by a close friend at the time (who was a Christian) that I was going to burn if I did not "forsake my evil ways". My "evil ways" were choosing to believe that Jesus is not the only way to Heaven, and there is a spiritual energy in everything.
Stealth Mode
My friend, who was killed many years ago. Today Sue
If my soul ......
When a wing of a Angel are touch you
Animus
You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul. ~Swami Vivekananda ~
untitled (My traitorous body)
My traitorous body oozes, with my sweetened lust, as i struggle. I am beyond scared, yet, I am so turned on. By the evil in your eyes. The firmness of your grasp. The flicker of your tongue. You torture the bumps of my flesh, with
Caught in the net
. She met him on the internet he said his name was drew She fell in deep obsession With a bloke she barely knew He didnt know her secret not to tell him was to lie But then there always follows That question of "well, why?" He was c
Court of Hades, finale
I know that this completed poem is longer than usual, I hpe you will read and better understand the trauma of child abuse
be prepared
I am so sad for the mindless attack of terror in our midst. Belgium followed from Paris, and who is next? Be very vigilant and observant that these will come to pass. Thanks all for your read.
My inertia
I'm lazy as a slug.
Waiting For A Storm
Living life on the fringes of danger......
Game On
Well, I've read the papers and I've watched the news, decided this is all a ruse, we're in constant motion, nothing we can change, or rearrange, what's going to be is what's going to be, But we still think that we can change the you and the me, and
at the dark shore
feelings and emotions
We're In Trouble...
Song...
Don't go there
Don't go there Cries the hidden voice Inviting lush water's edge Hidden dangers lurk Shortness of breath Freezes ones sense Express ones breath Frozen from water's deep Danger lurks pulls from beneath It waits for You and him and her
My dark night
This is a piece I wrote years aback about the struggles I've had to face and eventually overcome having been a victim of child s*xual abuse.
Grafitti in bathrooms
I have never written on a bathroom stall, but I've seen quite a few at work and at different locations where I live. Some at a local bowling alley have been there for over 25 years!
The dream killer
On that day, my son was attending an open day at a University.. and I went walking in town, waiting for him... I sat at a coffee in the heart of a shopping centre... and wrote down my impression of that moment... between advertising on walls, shoppers and sad reality of our "modern" society... Not too sure in what category this fall in... so I went for dark poetry... free verse... The dream killer...
The Unknown
What is that sound beneath my bed Or is it something that’s in my head The sound of claws upon the wall Footsteps that echo down the hall The scuttling sound upon the floor The persistent banging on the door A silent scream that’s barely
The scared air
The breeze rushed past madly in all directions, Seeking only to evade the onslaught and constant barrage of the winged demon attacking it, Howling and Screaming as it took its beating from such a beautiful thing, Wicked carnage , wreckage and af
Imagine if...
I Imagine if we lived in peace...I dream for love,for everyone to love imagine that ? How beautiful would that be if we all got on ?
DEBASED
Deep down she floats into the murky depths Ever deeper surrounded by the stench of decay Before she even realises, there is only gloom All hope is gone, only despondency and despair S
Dragon Cult Ritual
Like a moth into the light, the world is ours to unite, so purified, as we ignite, and toss ourselves into his flame, to free ourselves of nature's blame. His hunger, habitual. Like a whore of hearts lament, our fate is ours to regret, so
The Wounded Narcissist
A slight reworking of the Icarus myth.
Fine to Dine
acrostic - Cannibal
winter garden
A reminder that love left ignored , unnurtured will wither and die...no matter how strong it starts out....
"Move on, nothing here to see"
A poem long needed, thanks to my friend RD..
Just do it
I reached a point in my life where I felt I couldnt go on. I told a friend about this and to my surprise he made a Nikey remark meaning "Just do it" Ive never forgotten this
Death And The Magician
Mid-Life Reflections
An Image Of Me
Just plain ol dark
How? What? When? Where? and Why?
this poem is about the way people hide what they crave and desire along with that inner beast inside of us. the words that are in the parentheses are in the head of a psychopath that is talking to himself in a mirror.
ONLY A SURVIVOR WOULD KNOW
Wrote cos my ex husband and I are both survivors of this disgusting and evil behaviour....... We are both okay and have supported each other through out the years :) We are no longer in the marriage together but we are still best friends.
~~~~ Stop my heart from running ~~~~~
Yes a broken heart can run or slip down a hill....
~~~~~~~~~~~JUST A WINDOW~~~~~~~~~~~~
JUST A FUN WRITE.........
Rambucklen ~n~ Thoroughly Drunken
just how i feel at the moment
She came,she left
There was a sudden stir in the night All was not as it seemed The old man jumped up with fright To the wail of the white banshee She came not for him But for the one he loved the most She sat on the wall with a grin As the man turned pale as
From a Dream
Six blackened wing flew above the evergreen A coarse hoax were the hoarse croaks These harbingers of a dark dream be From the frosty North appeared suddenly Circling high above slumbering sight The omens finger pointing left then right Midd
>>>>>>>>>Taking that chance>>>>>>
Oh really yes there is Angel's Look in the mirror if you do not believe and you might see one...
Broken
Life sometimes just gets to you. Iris
Gloomy Dusk (Haiku-Soulgoddess challenge)
In response to a SoulGoddess challenge...love this style...so constrasting and non-plural....