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  • scaredycat2222 2d


    I noticed you look slighted
    if I'm the tiniest bit excited
    I don't know why you feel invited
    To use my weaknesses
    As your strengths
    when you trigger me
    I feel frightened
    like Hell and Earth just collided
    like I'm standing
    where the devil once resided
    It takes a really insecure person
    To stoop to those lengths
    You appear confindent
    Almost delighted
    When the trauma
    In Me Is ignited
    You become a monster
    when indicted
    Every move you make
    is a power-play
    When my feelings are recited
    I feel our world instantly divided
    You won't stop
    Till the power is lopsided
    Do you feel proud
    when you've treated me that way?
    When we met I was misguided
    I wanted love so I decided
    I could wait
    Till your ego had subsided
    Now I doubt i'll live to see that day.

  • popsweety_abi 4d


    He doesn't need to touch her body.
    The way he looks at her.
    The way his eyes focus on her is
    also, an molest!


  • j_a_yankey 1w

    She couldn’t afford the misplaced inflection of a syllable. It was the difference between sleeping with one eye open or a black-eye.

  • chynxzejynx5150 1w

    What a "super" Sted-Dad.

    Staring at you blankly as you're screaming in my face.
    Living, Never being able to run
    Or hide from this place.
    What ever happened to God?
    Isn’t he supposed to show grace?
    8 years of age
    Searching for proof of his existence
    Looking for a trace to reach faith.

    Lonely, cold and scared I was doomed
    Restricted to my room,
    Too nervous to ask for the toilet
    So I would sit in my own piss.

    The sound of your boots come flooding through my door.
    As you bash in my room,
    The tears begin to pour.
    The beatings I’ve been receiving
    Now beginning to feel abnormally sore.

    I've been hiding things from mommy
    Naive, Covering for you with made up stories.
    "I've been getting in fights with bullies"
    "They've been beating me up repeatedly"

    But mommy was always working, Too busy to notice these things.
    Had to come down to being put in the hospital.
    That's when she took it more seriously.
    For her, this was confusing
    I had started puking,
    As well as coughing blood
    It was from bad internal bleeding.

    The doctor came in worried with questioning
    Apparently my liver, kidney and lungs had severe bruising.
    On the X-ray, it showed my chest plate was dented in.
    Punching my weak,
    fragile chest
    Over and over and over again.
    You did ALL this!
    Did it without hesitation,
    I was nothin but somethin, to "play with".
    I helped to get out all your
    pinned up agression.

  • jordynbrower 2w

    Moments of Lust

    I listen to my memories often. Revisit the lights of my past that no longer remember my name. I'm obsessed with the girl I once was. She had courage. Passion. Beauty. Youth. Things she took for granted in the moment. I view her in my dreams when I'm awake, and trace her canvas with a tired finger as she sprints through dark forests with the other children, and makes free memories without the alcohol. Her naivety was indescribable, plastered on her sleeve like a faded warning sign, trudging through lands of positivity until they reached a cliff-end. At least they descended together, hand-in-hand, scream-in-scream, whimper-in-whimper. Now she's here. Me. Now. Searching for the ghost of a girl who ceases to exist.

  • scaredycat2222 2w

    10th & Michigan

    I cant quite get him to release his grip
    I cant fucking breathe
    Are you trying to kill me?
    Wtf was that.
    Whys he calling me
    Oh god I cant answer
    I have to answer or hell be angry
    Hes at the door
    Hes singing
    Oh ok hes super sorry
    He wants to cuddle
    We made up
    I have to be careful not to wake him
    Im terrified to wake him
    Fuck I woke him up
    Im sorry
    I didn’t mean to
    U don’t have to do that
    Im sorry
    I didn’t mean to
    Youre right
    Im awful
    The worst girlfriend ever
    You deserve better baby
    Much better than me
    U want to cuddle
    Let’s make up
    Fuck it feels good when he touches me
    And kiss me
    And loves me
    Oh my god hes amazing when he is amazing
    I can do better
    I cant loose him
    I can be a good girlfriend
    I didn’t say anything
    I swear didn’t
    Please stop
    U just said
    Im sorry youre right
    Im sorry
    I promise
    Youth right
    No I swear baby you’re right
    Im shit
    Im fucking trash
    I love u too baby
    Im gonna sleep
    I will answer
    I promise
    I love u too
    Im sorry I was in the shower
    The phone was on vibrate
    Please don’t u don’t have to
    I get it
    I swear
    No no no
    Wtf wtf wtf wtf what the fuck!!
    God dammit
    Crying wont get you anywhere
    I dont know what to do with what im feeling inside
    I dont like what im feeling inside
    Its too much
    Im suffocating
    I need it out if me
    God get it out of me
    Do something
    You have to do something
    That’s That’s much better
    Numb is much better
    Hi love
    How was your day
    Oh what happened
    Im sorry
    Im sorry
    Im sorry
    Im sorry
    Youre right!
    Its me!
    My fault!
    Im sorry!
    Im sorry baby.

  • ep_poetic 2w

    Daddy's at the Door (Part 2)

    'Why does my Daddy hurt me?

    I'm tired of feeling sore.'

    The doorknob turns


    Her heart is beating 


    She tried screaming before

    but still he


    'Why won't my Mommy help me?

    Is is because she hates me?'

    Cause if she really loved me

    she wouldn't let him rape me...

    Enoch Piankhi (EP)

    IG: @ep_poetic

  • ep_poetic 2w

    Daddy's at the Door (Part 1)

    Praying that Daddy


    come to the door

    and continue

    the viscous cycle

    from the nights before

    See to the daughter

    the Boogeyman 

    He's real

    He's paying all the 


    and Mommy's lips are


    The girl's heart is filled with


    As shadows cross the door...

    Enoch Piankhi (EP)

    IG: @ep_poetic

  • guesswho 4w


    Let me clarify
    Anxiety for you -
    Picture a conversation:

    Even if you just think
    Of having an opinion
    It creeps up right
    Behind you.
    And hovers. And waits.

    And then how dare you think
    That you could share that thought -
    It raises up your pressure
    And slaps you back in place.

    It's like a horrid parent.
    Chastises when you're happy.
    A narcissistic mother
    That loves to see you fail.

    It's the reason
    You don't listen
    To music on the train.
    You think theses headphones
    Dumb on that little brain.

    And bedtime stories are
    A guide on
    How to be.
    A guide on how to walk,
    Eat and how to speak.

    And in there
    Mother reads
    Some conversations loud.
    And asks you
    To remember
    Which words come
    Where and how.

    And if you fail the task
    Of speaking freely
    She'll belt that tiny arse
    Till you can only stand.

    And only so much either
    As knees get weak as well.

    A horrid parent
    Mother -
    In every plan.

  • pallavi4 6w


    She waited patiently for him to
    Return home from the war
    And lived facing difficulties alone
    While he wrote to her from afar
    Her love was true she knew
    He would never her forsake
    She knew he would return to her
    And a life together make
    After five long years he appeared
    Troubled and forlorn
    The man she had loved for so long
    Was far from gone
    She tried to help him return home in totality
    His broken spirit she tried to rebuild
    All the while wearing wings of iron
    Living in a cage made of gild
    He tried hard to adjust to life, tired of
    Only being the soldier that he was
    The bitterness he felt inside put his
    Better nature on pause
    While she cooked and cleaned for him
    Never once stopping to rest
    He kept watching, sometimes spying on her
    His mind frazzled like a bird’s nest
    Every time she spoke to another man
    He felt threatened and insecure
    The seed of betrayal had taken root
    And for that there could be no cure
    The first time he lifted a hand at her
    She was hurt and truly shocked
    As time went by the beating became a part
    Of a routine while by him being mocked
    She tried her best to save herself
    From the lavender bruises and outpour of his anger
    She vowed to run away from him
    Her life was in peril and in mortal danger
    The day she’d planned to run away
    He caught her trying to flee
    He beat her to within an inch of her life
    Saying, “you thought you could get rid of me?”
    She lay helplessly in a pool of her blood
    Knowing fully well that the end was near
    It was better to die than to live with a man
    She had once loved but now had come to fear
    Love died that day and hate won outright
    With her, his anger died too
    All his life he would remember her last words
    “In this life I only loved you”.


    3rd of December, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    #wod #first #stories_in_poems #lavender #abuse #domestic_violence #love_stories #love_poems #love_gone_sour @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pyro_sagen 6w

    Find Me

    I became you to not lose you
    I became you to survive
    I became you because I know you love yourself more than anything else

    How blind my poor eyes where
    I threw myself away
    Tossed the pieces into the chasm of the pit
    It didn't matter did it?

    I'm so glad I lost you
    You would've killed me
    You wanted to didn't you?
    You don't want me to see the truth
    Me and everyone around you
    You're afraid we will flee
    And we will
    Because I lost you and found me

  • shewhokilledthelight 6w

    Quiet, girl

    Quiet girl.
    Quiet, girl.

    Your pain is too simple to be real.
    My pain is more than yours will ever feel.

    You and me.
    We would live gallantly,
    if only you pay me the attention I need.
    What have I not taken yet,
    that you can give to me?
    Nothing I see.
    Quiet, girl.

    My quiet girl,
    don't quit me now.
    I need your blood to feed.
    I need your heart to bleed.
    On my knees I beg you back,
    a parasite to attack.

    My quiet girl,
    Yes, that's right,


  • mmbftd 7w


    I understand now
    Your fear
    Your cowardice
    The way you violently
    Kept us in line
    To make yourself feel important.
    And I've been your sounding board, since I was four years old. I was a wise child even then, because I had to be, to survive your rule.
    Now, even after your coma and near death sequence miraculously gave you more chances to live again ...
    You change nothing
    You have always been a liar
    A manipulative man
    Seeking out sympathy from your daughter before she could even ride a bike.
    Your marital strife, was a saga you versed me in.
    Now, you are almost 90. Ancient. Their should be wisdom acquired by now, but there are only more lies, more boiling hatred for anyone around you who thinks for themselves. Because you are a follower, begrudgingly. You do it to be a martyr. For sympathy.
    But I've none for you old man. I'm to blame. I've coddled you my entire lifetime and I've suffered from it. You never stood up for me, never got to know me, never heard me or cared to question anything. Your weakness sickens me. Have you never been grateful for anything?
    You tell me how you and mom fantasize about how much better your lives could've been if you hadn't had us kids. With glee you told me this! Even if it's true...why speak it? You want me to know that you are sorry we exist?
    We never asked to be here, under your thumbs, manipulated and diminished by your violent outbursts of fists and screams.
    I used to watch you beat my dog through the window. Horrified and terrified and all at once grateful it was not me in that moment. But I loved my dog so much. He was my one spot of joy. You hurt him. You hurt me through him. You planted seeds of terror in my soul. Your eyes black like hollow holes of rage. I could not save my dog, nor myself. You were my father, the secret monster. Smiles and songs for strangers, jokes and laughter to draw them in.
    And then other times you made me sing. Trained me to be your partner in ways my mother could not. You wanted to be famous. You wanted adoration above all else. You still do. And when I was little I sang and thought we sang together for the joy of song. The purity of harmony filling the air around us. But I was your monkey. You fooled me. You pretended to know me. As I tried my best to communicate with you through song.
    I'm so angry all this time later. Mostly at myself. For not seeing through you sooner.
    You created a jester that only a child would accept.
    I kept your secrets because you told me your life depended on them. I grew up angry at a mother you made into my enemy, with your lies. Your groomed me to be your soldier, your mascot, your shield against her.
    And even now, with your second chance at a valuable life...you cannot step into a life lived with integrity.
    You can only brag, about yourself incessantly.
    Old man, I loved you so, idolized you, took punches for you, gave you so much of my time and protection. Above my own life, I cared for yours.
    You are a bad man.
    You are on your own now.
    I can't save anyone but myself now.
    And you'll not even notice me gone.

  • baby_blueberry 8w

    My Poem of Doubt

    It's here again
    The shadow of doubt
    Hiding in my heart
    Fighting its way out

    I know it's here
    Because of the pain
    My chest aches

    Or maybe I'm insane.

    It's always the same.
    His voice comes
    And the fighting starts
    And I want to just run

    Will he ever stop?
    Maybe for a moment
    Stop the river from his mouth
    Let me tell him my poem

    My poem of doubt.


  • silver_flakes 9w

    I've learnt to be silent
    Cross my lips and bind my heart
    I've learnt to be in the shadows
    Seeing but unseen,
    In darkness viewing light

    Words will spill out unbound
    If my locked lips are torn apart
    In thick silence lies a battle lost
    Pain radiates in every pore
    Soaking up the vestiges of darkness

    It bubbles forth to the tip
    The words that rage within me
    But I gulp down and clench my teeth
    Silence is the beauty of a shadow
    And light the reward of words unspoken

    //So seeing sorrow around me
    I remain silent
    Walking on shards of glass
    I remain silent
    A hand descending in anger
    I remain silent
    A choke, glassy eyes devoid of warmth
    Silent still//

    So does silence remain a virtue
    As I watch the walls crumble around me
    Will my locked lips remain sealed
    Head turning away from acts in dark alleys
    Or will the pent up pain and anger
    Finally break free in a gut wrenching scream
    Yes, and silence is broken

    #abuse#speakout#flakeyy#silence @writersnetwork @miraquill #ceesreposts#writersnetwork#miraquill#pod

    Thank you for EC♥️♥️! @miraquill

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    Silent Screams

    Silence is the beauty of a shadow
    And light, the reward of words unspoken

  • moody_pen77 10w

    For those whose families aren't families anymore,
    Or for those whose families never were.
    For those who hide in plain sight, hugging themselves tight, I see you.

    #family #abuse #emotionalabuse #emotional #toxicfamilies

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    I lay battered down
    By storms as heavy as the woolen blankets
    That draped me and my siblings in those december months of early childhood
    The comfort we found in each other seems as foreign now as those memories
    My eyes stay vary as smiles adore our grown up faces
    I listen and I speak but I don't say anything
    Until I do, and I realise all over again why I didn't.
    I weave through polite greetings amidst sly suggestions and disguised insults,
    Hugging my body tight and hiding in plain sight,
    afraid of being seen by those who have known me forever.

  • pyro_sagen 10w

    Cult Mind

    We choke and gurgle
    hands clawing at our necks
    but we must be still
    or else it will continue
    ravaging our bones
    our skin
    and our minds

    Never before have I seen such suffering
    and yet I feel home here
    for this abuse is more stable than any other
    your teeth getting dull
    perhaps I've grown too old
    and too tough
    for you to swallow

  • aries_queen 10w

    Let it go

    Today I have to let you go
    Memories that I have accumulated since ages
    Traumas I have gone through
    Love that I have never got
    Affection that I never recieved
    Kindness which was not there
    Painful thrashing on every step when I was a kid
    Being manipulated by own parents
    Being never good enough for them
    Not a word of praise or proud
    No emotional support whatsoever
    No place to open up
    And all the regrets caused due to it
    All the bottled emotions due to it
    All the quiteness I have while being in groups
    As if my opinion does not matters
    As if I am nothing
    Not trying to occupy any space
    Thinking that I have no right to exist
    Thinking that my existence should not cause even a slightest discomfort to others
    And lot more emotional abuse
    Today, I let you all go ..
    I keep the wisdom but let go of wounds.
    I have everything in my life that I always prayed God for
    I have a lot more to do in life
    A lot to achieve for myself
    Because I am enough and I have right to exist.
    Hence I have to let you all go
    To be born as a new person.

  • ballu19 10w


    Bright and bubbly, a smile spread all over your face,
    You looked like a sunflower when you first said 'Hi'
    Glowing like hope, you said to me 'I want to be a part of your journey',
    It was compelling enough to break down any man's defenses.

    We started our journey, on wheels of promises and destiny.
    The love, affection and attention- it was more than anybody could ask for,
    Certainly more than I had ever asked.
    'Were things a little too perfect? Too soon?' - simultaneously interrupted by another thought - 'Don't ruin a good thing by overthinking'.
    For that moment, I found completeness in my 'Twinflame' , as you had called me.

    A day as normal as any other, I came up to you with a sweet embrace.
    You lashed out to me with such contempt and rage I froze in disbelief,
    Before I could react, you started crying, like you were just at the recieving end of your own cruelty
    WIthout a second's hesitation, I rushed in to console you.
    'We promised it would be us against the problem, or did you forget?' , a thought passed by.

    A season passed,
    Arguments grew- your words sharper and I bled deeper
    A pattern forming - You pushing me away only to pull me back again as I near the edge.
    Seasons passed,
    I felt helpless, cold and alone than I have ever been
    I had lost track of myself.
    As I slowly regained my awareness, I saw it clearer and clearer-
    The webs spun all around me, a web of lies and deciet,
    The skeletal remains of those who came before me.

    At the centre of the nest, I met your stare,
    Sent shivers down my spine.
    You looked nothing alike-
    Horns protuded out of your head
    A forked tongue darted in and out, spitting 'promises' everywhere like it would never run out of it
    Your smile was still as wide, only this time it gave me an impending sense of doom.

    I gathered strength and hurriedly freed myself
    As I was going to make a leap, I felt a sense of homeliness in your webs,
    Like I had been hit by Stockholm syndrome.
    Reluctantly, with utmost effort, I took the leap.
    'Would you miss me?' I asked myself pitifully, as I crash down.

    It was then, another butterfly flashed before my eyes,
    It sat right on one of your thousand promises, like I did.
    I closed my eyes, a weak smile forming on my face
    For the first time in a while, I sighed with relief
    Instantaneously, my wings of freedom spread out ;
    A moment of catharsis.


  • in_fragments 11w

    The prompt I gave myself was, "Something that makes you feel safe." I quietly realized I couldn't come up with anything.
    #safety #life #love #hurt #abuse #trauma #metoo @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay

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    Imagination Infiltration

    This brain doesn't process "safety"
    inside these synapses,
    it doesn't even exist.
    I'm always sitting rigid, waiting
    for the other axe
    to graze my face,
    looking for traps in everything I see,
    monsters in everyone I meet-
    while the horrors
    I never thought to look for
    spread out of those bodies
    who birthed me,
    and their freakish behavior
    I never knew wasn't normal
    raised me up
    within splintered dreams.

    My imagination kept me protected
    when there was no safe reality
    to return to-
    but even that place
    has been infiltrated by demons.
    That safety I always felt,
    manufactured by my young mind,
    left far too many cracks and holes
    for beasts to sneak into.

    What I thought was safety
    in escapism,
    was really exposure
    to more sickness.
    Running to the television,
    to let my emotions go-
    finding comfort in characters
    I thought I could love,
    characters who I imagined
    could save me, and take me
    far away from the darkness
    of haphazard family violence-
    characters I connected to
    and still can't remove
    from my grieving heart;
    they were tainted from the start,
    written by demented men,
    dangerous and barbaric to begin with-
    motives a desperate young girl
    was too blind to recognize.

    Villains have infected
    everything I loved,
    everyone I thought I could trust,
    realize they've never trusted me-
    my childhood
    was riddled with them,
    hiding inside absolutely
    how am I supposed to pull
    their influences out of me
    like rotting organ meat?
    It is never that easy
    when their abuses
    helped shape me,
    their injustices created me-
    devastated me irreversibly.

    Now that they're being
    unceremoniously uncovered,
    we all, as grown men and women,
    must have a reckoning
    with ourselves, put our darlings
    and our biases all aside,
    to see how we can move on
    without what we once loved.
    There is no simple solution,
    no judgement in journeys-
    but a winding trek must be taken
    once we've seen the truth
    behind the veil,
    with new knowledge that
    willful ignorance hurts yourself,
    and most importantly,
    the survivors, who were wrecked-
    body, mind, and spirit-
    in ways you will never
    fully understand...

    Artless, apathetic fools,
    see what you
    can possibly live with now-
    and maybe one day,
    after pushing past your hindrances,
    we will reconcile and mend
    our imaginations once again.