Sh Poetry Corner

As i sit curld under the stairs
I wonder will he see me there
Hidding from the thud thud thud
As his footsteps come for blood

The shout is loud, its my name he shouts
Where are you bitch come out, be found
I know your there i smell your fear..
come take it like a bitch he sneers...

I curl so small i hurt my side,
i try to climb right inside...
in to my skin, and disappear
before the thud thud stops. oh dear.

this time im safe he didnt see..
not clever enough to use his ears
for if he had hed surely hear
my beating heart that pounds in fear..

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I look back on these poems i wrote at the time and i think god i was lucky to be alive... i nearly died so many times, there must be a reason i was spared so often, to cheer up the sad or to be totally open, to help to be kind to be thought of mind, to live to love to give out free hugs, or maybe to teach that black can turn white.. that you dont have to live in fear of your life... life can be lonely at times i am sad, as i still have no family , no one to fall back... its me, my self and me alone... but im alive and thank goodness now im all grown....

I think back an il never foreget the thud thud footsteps that walked up them stairs.... but if i had a normal life ,then who would i be.. for i know i certainly wouldnt be me...... without the pain, we never learn, we dont understand how we easily hurt, others around us and sometimes ourselves.. if life is all roses and never had harm.. you cant understand how it feels to be harmed.. but once your damamged you make it a quest... never to make another feel how you felt, its easy to think they did it to me.. but think on people they cycle stops with me!

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From rancid mud
clean white lotus flowers.

I close my eyes, shut out the light...i know il see if i dare to be. The bruise on my cheek the cut on my head, the buckle mark left from his leather belt..I cant move much,it hurts to breath, my clothes on the ground shredded in a heap... He kisses my cheek and pockets my pants and says good job girl,now fuck of home, ive beers to drink an real women to bone... He struts off like nothing at all.. as i gather my clothes an mop up the blood... i sneak home, all ashamed an quiet.. and fall unconcious on in my flat on the ground... I woke up where i fell that night.. i really thought id dreamt that event.. but no its real im covered an caked.. i cry to myself an hobble to bed.. but i have to bathe my cuts an bones, i cry for an hours now im cold to the bone.....

I close my eyes, shut out the light...i know il see if i dare to be. The bruise on my cheek the cut on my head, the buckle mark left from his leather belt..I cant move much,it hurts to breath, my clothes on the ground shredded in a heap... He kisses my cheek and pockets my pants and says good job girl,now fuck of home, ive beers to drink an real women to bone... He struts off like nothing at all.. as i gather my clothes an mop up the blood... i sneak home, all ashamed an quiet.. and fall unconcious on in my flat on the ground... I woke up where i fell that night.. i really thought id dreamt that event.. but no its real im covered an caked.. i cry to myself an hobble to bed.. but i have to bathe my cuts an bones, i cry for an hours now im cold to the bone.....

what's new man?
this
new clothes
new car
new wife
new house
new debt
new worries
new ulcer
new corpse
new widow
everyone enjoys
a new toy

In an attempt to find the fan
my hands are dirtied,
and the runny mess of truth
will not be held,
So I've nothing left to throw
at this defective machine.

Again we meet
the same
different people
same game
we love
we hate
we love
we hate
we die
we play life

Inside us all there is an oasis
which lies hidden
concealed
by our outer drought

So happy now
so damn happy,
I could die,
and be happier
in nothing

So happy now,
so bloody happy
keep repeating
so happy now

So happy now
I will be so fucking happy,
SOON

Last one for now.

Come criminal be mended
be bound and suspended
swing low,pump life into death
and as your soul bleeds away
as you take your last breath
think,I am reformed,
I will do evil no more.

wrote this when i was 18 funny how things don't change.

Again that night
like all the others,
he lay alone dreaming
dreaming only of love
of that someone unknown
who bringing love
would tear him apart
and in the shreds
the ash of his being
at last reveal
his soul.

All of my friends had a girlfriend when 15 and young,
They were trendy and good looking and probably well hung,

I was left out from the rest ignored and just someone plain
Why should they go out with me ? they had nothing to gain,

No one wanted to know, deep inside I would wonder why ?
For someones warm touch, to just want me, then to sleep id cry

Just a smile from a girl took me into heaven and past,
For days and days that would last

Not much to ask is it? when you need it most
A recognising smile, from its genial host.

In retrospect im not bitter because I now see the whole,
It was for a reason the force, made me see my soul

I think I tried to be good and kind to people I met
In their eyes they think, what you after pet ?

I made a promise for anyone who wanted to love me,
To give them everything I could as far as I could see.

Then it happened, I could never choose someone so lovely in years to come,
In not that intelligent, as a picker im undone

So it came to pass that we were wed 30 years ago today
And its true what they say it gets better every day,

So those that passed the ugly one by, may regret in now
They are all divorced and may wonder how, the ugly one got the sacred cow

Im not crowing by any means, and that is the truth,
Im sad that everyone cant feel this love under their roof

So for 30 years we never had another, then to swinging heaven we came,
Why, cos it was unfair to me that she never had another game,

So she tried and it was emotional, not all it seemed,
Argues ensued and not what we had dreamed,

But another lovely person burst on the scene,
Someone who really wanted my cream !

Ive never felt someone as warm as that,
When I did feel like a right old twat,

I felt real warmth and an understanding,
she didn’t complain when I found it hard to get outstanding

It was hard to accept, that someone wanted the fat ugly thing,
Which says more about her than anything

She wanted mrs more which was fair enough,
To dive deep into her now bald muff

My despair for the world in its selfish unrest,
Took a turn that day, and I saw the best,

Now I feel the luckiest on earth to have felt
2 people who have made me melt.

Mr B

I had to smile at this bit

She wanted mrs more which was fair enough,
To dive deep into her now bald muff

I think you should have posted it in the poetry section, no doubt someone will move it for you

MrB i never knew you was a poet!!!!!!

im impressed!!!

nice work xxxx

mrs b and mr b are the nicest cam'ers on this site i love them both!!!!!!

your both rock.x

The moon is bright, it lights the sky, i want to bend, kneel and sigh, it shines on me i feel its warmth, but fear the sight of night with light....



What of me, what will become, surely day is best to become, to come full circle to be reborn surely light is the path of the forlorn,



But its night i grave, its the dark i want, i feel all mighty when im above, for me the light of day is fear, it shows my lines an the path ive crawled, i can hide in night i sit in shadows, and smile with glee at all the sparrows...



The ones that try to draw me in, the ones who say 'come to me' they know not what they ask of me.. to show my face full on without fear...



love me.. hold me... keep me safe, wrap me up in your dark embrace, push me pull me, hold me down, dont let me go even if i drown.... i beg of you of darkest one, il be real good il make you proud... you are the one i worship here.. the darkest man il never fear.

The Fine Line Between Love & Shit!

LOVE

It is the way you make me feel.... It's all that I can be
It happens all the time.... and now it's happening to me
It's never very far away.... It's always very near
It invades my very being when you talk it in my ear

Are you full of it?......

....I'm afraid you are going to stop giving me it?

Who?!

Do you think you are?....

.....You never do

What?

I want to thank you

Why?

Should I say?....

Thankyou..... just for giving me it!


SHIT

Shit is the way you make me feel.... Shit's all that I can be
Shit happens all the time.... and now shit's happening to me
Shit's never very far away.... Shit's always very near
Shit invades my very being when you say shit in my ear

Are you full of shit?...

...I'm afraid you are!

Going to stop giving me shit?...

Who do you think you are?...

You never do what I want to...

Thankyou?!!

why should I say thankyou just for giving me shit?

Oh Monty, I'm excited 'cos I really do feel sure...

....that those pelvic muscle squats that I do nightly on the floor,

Are really doing wonders to make my pussy tight...

....'cos you left your watch inside me when you fisted me last night.

Oooooooooo I love my weekly visit to the poetry section!!

Nice to see new(ish) members to the forum joining in

xanaisx