verbal abuse
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The man up front, he stands right there,
I'm pretty sure I know him from somewhere,
His silouette, it seems familiar,
And then he fades away.
...
He's here again, I see him clearly,
Too fat, too skinny, too linky, too thick (quit) , Too fat, too skinny, too linky, too thick (average) ,
I wrote the words in white paint, proudly as I could have written them. I wrote those words for him, when he was gone before. Now he is gone again. They shout at me.
“DON’T BELIEVE IN BROKEN MIRRORS.”
Alice slept to the sound of lullabies
In her sister’s lap
But I have to sleep to your allegations,
Blames and insults
Thrown at each other
Like arrows
And I hurting crossfire
You don't know what you're talking about.
Stop acting like you're smart.
Those statistics are all lies.
You can't trust anyone.
Stop talking to people.
You have to keep it all a secret.
I'm just kidding
Just three words, but they have the force of a tsunami
Flooding the land
Sweeping over cities
Wiping out everything in its path
His fist hits me straight in my face
my missing teeth he cannot replace
The Thrill and enjoyment of beating his child
The look in his eyes animalistic and wild
I’ll never forget that horrifying day
when they said my brother had passed away
They said when it happened he felt no pain
“I love you more than anything,” you once whispered in my ear,
while you read aloud Goodnight, Moon in my pillow forts,
and hummed quiet lullabies so I could rest.
“I love you too.”
I look at him
And he looks back at me
And I know we remember
I know we are both thinking of that time
Different pages
Same plot
Your influence
still, it remains
the dark cloud, your glare
the howling winds, your anger
the pelting rain, your words
still, it remains
the doors are bolted
the shutters, closed
by Ariel Douglas (2 June 2018)
I believed you
I trusted you
You broke me
You used me
You never loved me
You took my heart
Daddy is yelling,
Rambling,
Cursing,
At mommy
Mommy is grieving,
Crying,
Hoping,
For Grandpa
Grandpa is dead
I’m afraid of spiders their hairy legs and relentless fangs
Afraid of the tallest heights looking down from the stairs
As if they are a 200 foot skyscraper
Dear Daddy,
Can your sins be forgiven if you have forgotten?
Should I not hate you if you don’t remember the pain you’ve caused,
Or is that all the more reason to?
Why did you forget anyway?
Father,
You are
someone who
only cares about
himself. When I
was two, you
decided
that a
You tell me it didn’t happen like that--
I should just get over it… but I can’t.
I can’t forget the words that you’ve said to me,
A spark of emotion birthed a flaming relationshipText messages and posts proclaim the feelings you have to the worldYour once boring life took a spin, and FLIPThe problems in your life just vanished; unfurled
“Because I Love you”
When those words leave your mouth
It is in a different context than I am familiar with.
He loves me when I smile
He loves me when I laugh
He loves me even when he calls me silly names
He loves me when he calls me bitch or stupid
I don't care when his words are mean
Because he loves me
I woke up in the morning, walked to my bathroom, then look in the mirror and thought
Because I love you, I want you to wake up and make today a great day.
She's in love with an alcoholic,
I find it a little scary,
that people can go and gossip,
not knowing what she is feeling.
Abuse that she has to face,
his anger she have to taste.
Her life is a metaphor,
Insecurity (“”)
Why aren’t you happier to see me
Why don’t you look nicer when we go out
Why do you always have to be so smart. . . or clueless. . . or dumb
January, February were the months of good packing snow,
packing snow on my crippled carcass
in cumbersome coats.
I lay there and let your bitter cover me.
Left alone , all aloneyet the house is full she faked her smile because with eher xeprience she believedthe world was cruel ever
Small and weak
Shrouded by the darkness surrounding me
I can't help but feel as though I am suffocating
By the ice cold air filled with anxieties and pain
Jumping from my car
I grab at stuff spilling away from my grasp
And I do my best to avoid the unmake-upped gaze
That undoubtedly would appear in the rearview
In a half jog
I pass a middle-aged man
The words of people have this cruel effect of getting under our skin,
applied on the outside they are allowed to soak through.
With the power to both heal and hurt they race through our blood,
The precious face
Doused in make up and covered by black locks 36 years in the making
Your internal wounds are not so easily hidden
His words have never even made you smitten
Oh what have you done?
Curvy, skinny, thin, or fat.
What should I wear, should I eat that?
Should I talk slower, should I walk faster
Am I too talkative?
Should I shut up?
Little girl stood strong and free,
With her head held high,
And her eye in the sky,
But little girl is different from you and me.
Little girl used to run and play,
She had friends by her side,
No secrets would she hide,
But soon little girl began...
She stared into oblivion
Unaware of her surroundings
Trapped in those memories
So painful is her hurt
Is it reality
Or a fallacy
Plagued with the dreams again
Desperately in need of a friend
Pointless arguments spark,
Anger seethes and burns,
Words flung solely for pain.
Holding mistakes above us,
To be rubbed in our faces.
Forgiven but not forgotten.
Am I dreaming?
Lord please tell me I am...
cause with this image I' m seeing..this here before my eyes...
I think I might be losing my mind.
When I was a young child
I was abused.
I won't say which way,
how or even why I think it happened to me,
but it did.
My mother would tell me how
beautiful she was and how
Is it really that hard to respect that I have my limits too?
I do not choose to live my life to please a man like you.
Feel free to continue to shout and yell, I think I’ll take my leave.
Mrs—
Raise your hand.
Creeping hand…. inches into the air….
Mrs—
Mrs. you think that you know me.
You know the way I act in school.
I want you to learn it verbatim, you say.
We’re not going to go over it in class,
We read it in the reading.
How are we supposed to learn when you won’t teach us?
Think, you say;
It isn’t too hard.
Hi mom,
how are you doing?
oh not good today, why?
thats right, i almost forgot
your own flesh and blood dissapoint you
no one can do anything just right
the bills stacked 50 feet high
Castigation weighs down her shoulder,
A burden, she understands,
Unfair, she understands,
Immoral, she understands,
Dry eyes tell a different tale.
"I've lost all hope of you ever doing anything right!"
"You will never amount to anything!"
These phrases and more echoing through my head
"Just end it now!" I think as I collapse behind the door
Words are power.
They can be used for good.
But when words are awful,
they can be used for bad.
Every morning,
I wake up to hear
My brother's taunting,
and my sister's tears.
No cuts to show,
No bruises that glow,
No signs of a blow
No drunken deed
Or drag of weed
No needles that bleed
No forced sigh,
Or clothes that fly
Or bared thigh
You once were my hero
I’d stare up in awe
At one point you cradled me
In daddy-bear paws
In you I found comfort
I had a real friend
But sadly all good things
Must come to an end
When we are born
As children we are given lasting names,
And as we learn
We strive to prove ourselves by gaining fame.
How should a name make one feel?
