At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.
Don’t do as I do
Cower down
I own you, that’s true.
16 Jun 2018 12 Comments
in Poems Tags: control, demand, Kat Myrman, Lune Day 16, repress
At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.
Don’t do as I do
Cower down
I own you, that’s true.
15 Nov 2016 26 Comments
in Poems Tags: control, nonet, sadness, Vampires
He was her constant companion
Draining her life’s blood more each day
Friends, family pushed slowly away
Lost was she from the first
Crook of his finger
She became his
Instantly
No more
Free
12 May 2016 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: control, Despairation, pain, stress
Locked in, no escape, I can hardly breath the hold is so tight
Which is worse, hard to tell, the stifling days or sleepless nights.
Every move I make is blocked, walls built so high I cannot scale.
I try to brake the chains but they are too strong I fail.
15 May 2015 10 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: control, Fear, lost, trapped
The sun still shines but there is no heat
Choking on the smell of defeat.
I hoped I’d escaped your claws
You’re crouched on all fours
Approaching spitting
Fire and Brimstone.
Ear splitting
Moan, Love
Flown!
09 Feb 2014 10 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: control, FanFoFeb, fears, nightmare, self harm, subjugation, surrender
Sitting under the bed watching and judging me
Why do I do this what is the point, is there a reason
My nails scratch my back till it bleeds, it’s for no one else to see
I scratch till I bleed, it helps me cope with what is wrong.
I am worthless I am useless and very stupid.
Go on says the monster, scratch your back or your arms or even your legs
Do it now go on deeper watch the blood flow just make sure the scars are hid!
Rip your pain out, guts and gore, you are worth nothing. No more than the dregs!
I can no longer fight you monster under the bed.
You have worn me down I feel so worthless.
Yes you have won, I am convinced you have entered my head!
I can no longer fight, no longer repel, here I am ready for your viscous caress!
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23 May 2013 12 Comments
in Poems Tags: control, defeat, Fear, stress
She could never out run the red fear nor could she from it hide.
Closed eyes can not protect her from the red that would attack her from any hidden side.
She strained to avoid the anger she always seemed to attract.
Failing sadly by the way side falling foul to his anger and attack.
Ever trying to walk gently not to wake the wrath. Silently creeping around keeping her head down making sure she was off the graph
The red just comes it gives no warning.
No reason or rhyme no chance for reconciliation on the dawning. Covered ears are no protection daydreams a fleeting cushion with gentler memories ripe for resurrection.
Even sunshine was no protection was there any point to this deception.
Thoughts of change to say enough and just walk out.
No she is weak and maybe addicted…… She will stay, without a doubt
12 Jan 2013 10 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: control, Fear, mental abuse, strain, stress
Is it really all me, am I really the ignorant bitch, is that all you see. Will the never knowing which way you will react ever become easy. Will it relax my brow and my stomach un- impact. These deep cracks across my face caused by fear, your kindness could so easily relax and erase.
Ever present stress has become the norm I check what I say from dusk to dawn. Yet no matter how hard I try I mess things up, you shout, I cry. Why do I stay I am not sure I have asked myself this a thousand times or more.
I try to keep you happy I flatter and I calm. I do everything I can to keep you from harm. All the good I do gets blown away by a simple word or an utterance, a stupid action or sentence thrown away.
Your words are harsh your words are cruel your actions can reduce me to jelly and make me look a fool. Your demands can spoil any day things must go your way, no grey for you no shades, you can gut me, disembowel me drag my faults out and them display.
What am I just a bleeding heart put on this world for you to tear apart. I am so tired so very tired I would leave escape if I were smart. But we both know we shall not part for you have tight the strings of my heart. You knew that from the very start..
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