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Alzet Weideman Nov 2017
You common idiom!
Just a manner of speaking that is natural to native speakers of a language.

Why do you feed the hand that bites?
Why do your words speak louder than your action?
Why do you add injury to insult?
Why is your bark on the right tree?

Why are you sad to see the back of?
Why do you accept the worst of both worlds?
Why are you chewing more than you bit off?
Why are you covering for a judgemental book?

Why do you lie over spilt milk?
Why do you give the doubt of the benefit?
Why do you keep something at bae?
Why do you let laying dogs sleep?

Do you not see?
You're torturing yourself
There is no method to your madness,
and your method sure is mad!

That picture paints a thousand words
and the one's you are writing have much more worth!
I know I'm playing the devil's advocate,
but you're off your rocker if you keep beating around the bush.

Don't miss your boat
or you'll miss happiness
A long story short,
another's narcissism is not your riddle to rhyme
A poem about domestic abuse and staying in a relationship with your abuser.
Domestic abuse is a pattern of behaviour which involves violence or other abuse by one person against another in a domestic setting, such as in marriage or cohabitation. It may be termed intimate partner violence when committed by a spouse or partner in an intimate relationship against the other spouse or partner, and can take place in heterosexual or same-*** relationships, or between former spouses or partners. Domestic violence may also involve violence against children or the elderly. It takes a number of forms, including physical, verbal, emotional, economic, religious, reproductive, and ****** abuse, which can range from subtle, coercive forms to marital **** and to violent physical abuse such as choking, beating, female genital mutilation and acid throwing that results in disfigurement or death.
JBH Nov 2017
Leave him leave him !!
I yelled time and time again
Yet you would always defend him

He's toxic!!! How can you not see it

How he
Isolates
You from friends and family

How he cages you up in this God forsaken house

Never aloud to leave
Locked up never free

Leave leave I said! time and time again

Yet for him you would always defend

He loves me you said !!

I warned you there was a day that you would not be able to defend yourself ...

And that day came when that monster snaped

And he pummeled you blue and black

Leave him leave I said!

But it's too late you're already dead.
CC Nov 2017
I am not going anywhere
I have the path ahead
It still seems to be threadbare
This old way is where I'm lost
Under the stars I navigate
Hope has been my surrogate
Then when hope bore a child of fear
Reality became something clear
It has a cord I cut from home
It has a cry I have heard before
I have known this path ahead
I still imagine I can take this road
This pavement made with utopian soil
It cements itself in the soles of these red shoes
There are no places I can go
So elsewhere from the path is where I'm to
Dimakatso Sedite Oct 2017
As night crawls
you paint your face
like porcelain
porcelain smashes the wall
as night crawls
as faces form shadows
hiding men folded into fists.

There it lies
porcelain face
crumbling like biscuit,
abandoned like cake
in a muddy puddle.

You scratch your head,
lips bent like mascara
lipstick weeping from eyes
like cake in a puddle.

Alone,
trapped in a mess
of love and cuteness,
trembling in mud
you hear salt
raining down your cheeks
for a man shrouded in ugliness.

How will you taste the ugly
when you are porcelain,
flour raining down your face,
jam gluing your lips?

How will you smell the real
when you are cake
covered in vanilla
tossing in trash
in the Fenomenon of Fake and Freeze?

Cutie
can you crack through that capsule
and melt?
We are dying to see you live!

Copyright ©2016 Dimakatso Sedite
CallMeVenus Oct 2017
Mama, can a cat’s milk get spoiled?
I think it can.
Your milk was spoiled.
It made all of my thoughts go bad.
I no longer had balance.
I no longer had confidence.
Love tasted disgusting.
So I purged. I always smell so rotten.
So tell me, momma, how can someone raised on spoiled milk ever be beautiful?
And every bite I take tastes like S.P.O.I.L.E.D. M.I.L.K.
So sick. So comforting.
Heeranshi Mishra Oct 2017
(Family drama)

11:00 'O' Clock, the clock ticked furiously,

The girl looked at her dead wishes curiously.

The time played the game now,

The one who wanted to be different is a shame now.

The family made the home a fish market,

A young girl can see patriarchate.

Everyone thought the perspective is vindictive ;  until it's a boy,

the argument is valid or it is a foe.

The girl wept in corner looking at her misery,

Parents spitting venom on eath other, didn't spared even their anniversary.

Blocking the choices, the girl could have,

Maybe that's what the fate girl could have.

To get killed her innocence in the screams of her mother,

To  get killed the love, she had for her father,

To get killed the chances to have a loveable family,

As the time passed she became anomaly.

All her life, she has seen, was those abuses,

Fights, where his father had a hand on her mother that caused bruises.

A ******* her way now ,
when she turns 18, she denies to get a approval certificate,

Eyes rolled over but she knew the fire in her belly is adequate.

Looking back at the fragments ; Maybe the girl cries or smiles

What matters the most that she walked miles.
cassie marie Oct 2017
Don't get it twisted
Happily ever afters only happens in the stories
My reality is laying on the floor in aching pain after he comes home
My reality is brutal hits and kicks and screaming in agony
The reality is, love hurts.
This one is about domestic violence and how for some people, happily ever afters are just in the books
IPM Oct 2017
As far as I remember
I remember - I was three
wake up, blow the candles
that's my first memory.

Didn't like to go outside
stayed at home, watched TV.
Had a couple childhood friends
now I barely even see.

Kindergarten, met a guy
probably my first true friend
now that guy can go to hell
not that I believe in it.

Tasted domestic abuse
from my dad's first hand
slapped so hard, my nose bled
he never hit me again.

Lost my innocence at six
seeing a decapitated cat
felt disgusted, made me sick
could do nothing and just sat.

Then my brother grew up
and he called me fat and ugly
wanted me to be like him
so he hit me quite frequently.

Wanted me to be a man
but he always held back
atleast that's what he said,
hence the bruises that I had.

Started going to school
racism flew all around
tried to be a good boy,
I was spat on with a crowd.

Decided to **** myself
at the early age of ten
knew that others had it worse,
but that added to the pain.

Had a couple childhood idols
I was even a fanatic,
but they made for some good times
and they weren't so traumatic.

Had a couple of close friends
that I still talk to this date,
but we don't meet up so often
as we used to, back in the day.

Middle school, had to move
said goodbye to all my friends
and the shock made me confused
with the chills that it still sends.

And my brother reached his peak
we would get in constant fights
in which I would always lose
so I cried alone at nights.

But I had my first crush
it was good, for a while.
Then I had to move again
to the highschool living style.

My brother graduated
and my parents went back home.
I was left with my grandparents,
but was mostly all alone.

In a cozy, rainy day
I decided to lose weight,
and have kept my promise since
never broke it like a saint.

Maybe that made me the man
that my brother always wanted,
though I don't care either way
it was my wish that I granted.

Found some interesting new hobbies
one of them was surely writing.
Through the sorrow and the pain
I looked up and kept on fighting.

Had to break my heart three times
just to put it in the freezer.
But it feels that even that
was a short glimpse of the teaser.

To be clear, I'll never want
anybody's empathy.
I walk the path that I have chosen
to a strong and better me.

And that's just the way it  goes
life, with all it's ups and downs.
This here was my life story,
up until now...
Oh boy, a long one.
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