Abuse

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Hey Guys,
Ok so I'm officially obsessed with these contest things. But I have another one. :)
I want you to write about abuse. Preferably about physical abuse but you can also write about abuse of drugs or alcohol. It can be old or new and it can even have been used in another contest.

The Rules:
1) No profanity ("hell" does not count but anything else will be disqualified even if it's spelled differently than normal)
2) No religious references (strictly b/c everyone's beliefs differ and I want to make sure this is a fair contest)
3) No slang (I think it takes away from the flow and seriousness of a poem)

Ok, Awards:
1) 5 comments
2) 3 comments
3) 1 comment
and if there are a lot of entries then I will add two honorable mentions.

Have fun!!!

I wanna reserve!! lol

i want to reserve as well... a few years ago i written a one that would go perfect.. now i just need to find it.. haha

and if not iwill write a new one.

I'm happy to see the entries and reserves. And I have acknowledged the reserves I'm just not writing them down, so don't worry...have fun! :)

'No profanity'... Includes rape? I know it probably does, but I want to be positive, because I have the perfect poem for this contest and I got really excited...

And I can post the link if needed...

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

yea i had the same question,. because the one i want to enter is about it-well it could be, that is some people's interpretation.. but it never actually says it. it has no swear words or anything.. maybe you could read it and tell me if its okay?

whens the dead line?

okay well i dont know if this contest is over but im guessing not bc theres not that many entries so i hope this poem is okay its about drug abuse... if its not okay please let me know

"Under the influence"

Under the influence
that’s where he hides
Away from reality
trying to die

Trying to leave
it hurts me so bad
If only he knew
All that he had

He stumbles and falls
he makes me cry
Makes me wish
That I could die

But I cant
Just fade away
I need to live
I need to stay

Up long nights
Waiting for him
So that I
Can tuck him in

I love him so
but he’s not real
intoxicated
Too numb to feel

he is mean
Yells real loud
Laughs as he
Pushes me down

under the influence
is where he hides
where he was lost
where daddy died

Ok...about rape. That's fine because that's a type of abuse.....when I said profanity I meant swear words and things that are just plain crude. But rape is fine. And I'll post the deadline as soon as I have a better idea of how many are gonna enter. Thanks!:)

Thank you. I think and hope you like it.
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The Bells Chime

Rusting bells chime in a towered distance,
Sounding quietly against the night's resistance,
Picking up sounds you will beg to escape;
Screams to be heard is a prisoner of rape.

Eight- thousand stars cry out to help the victim.
Around the stars night grows cold; ice storm falls numb
Trying to speak of a treacherous tale.
Knowing it can't speak, the wind begins to wail.

Bells shudder and chime, cracking under the screams,
Reaching out to save the withered, lost dreams.

Snow falls loudly; for the victim needed to hush;
The night turns away in utter disgust.
The snow dashing over icing, streaming tears,
The man of a thousand words creates our fears.

As ringing bells chime in a towered distance,
Breaking the creeping silence for an instant.

With a shuttering cry the night gives away,
To whisper of the tragic tales to the day.
The day then lurches out, crying in dismay,
About the withered lies; bloodied they lay.

As the man takes a soul that is only half there,
Silence over takes the tolling bells that stare.
Of this terrible dream that does not protest,
Those who do not dream certainly are blessed.

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

Great job...keep 'em coming!

well she said it was okay. =]

Not sure if this is okay. just tell me if it isnt and i'll delete it. or post a different one. =]

Wilted
x3 Lauren

Wilting
The Flower Dies
Silently
The Petals Fall

She's been broken.
She's been Torn into two.

Once, the flower grew
Shades of every color-
Swirling within the petals.

Her soul blossomed,
She Was Alive.

Then the rain, the storm Rose
Her delicate petals could never withstand
The pouring rain, the hail, then the fire.

She's broken down
Because of him.

He tormented, abandoned,
Left her out in the cold.
First he lied to her.
Said he'd never hurt her.

Then he pushed her,
too far for her fragile self.
on that cold December night,
he took it too far.

Then she crumbled..
Because of him she crumbled.
Flower no longer.
Sicken by the weed.
Poisoned.

And now the flower's wilted.
No longer a beauty.
The colors have now faded.
She's gone.

Excuse me, Mr. Shank. I would really appreciate it if you left the judging to me. And then when you hold a contest you can tell the contestants what's acceptable. Otherwise really good poems might not make it b/c they feel a poem on rape isn't an acceptable poem when I said it was ok. Thank you.

Tell Me Another Lie

She picked up the broken glass,
Hoping in her heart it would be the last
He knelt down beside her, it's usually what he'd do,
and muttered questioning words, "I Love You?"

Another day, another fight,
All this crying, punching, kicking never made it right,
"Tell me another lie?" She said,
As her body and heart bled.....

"I never meant to hurt you,
emotionally and physically, it's true."
But he'd uttered it all before, and he saw
by doing this he would escape the law!

Abuse is not a luxury,
it's a crime!
She sat listening,
silently crying inside....

"Baby you know I love you!
It's just sometimes......I have to do what I gotta do!"
How many more bruises to hide?
Now more frequently she was forced to lie!

"It's hurts so bad!" She cried,
tears flew quickly from her eyes.
"But I don't believe these lies!
Because it's the same every time!"

"You promise you'll stop, change,
but more frequently your flying into rage!"
She bit her bottom lip, waiting,
For him to hit her, silence her pain.

He looked at her with tears in his eyes,
"This time it's no lie,
I promise my Angel! How did it come to this?
your innocence and silence is what i miss."

"You stole my innocence, now i get the blame,
months with you and my life was never the same!"
He replied, "But believe me I love you, doesn't that make it fine?
I had to hit you coz you crossed the line!"

"Tell me another lie?" She bitterly replied.
She waited, escaping her mouth came a sigh!
"Tell me another lie??"
"You don't love me, never did, just wanted me to cry!"

He choked,"I'll tell you a lie,
I wanted to love you and not see you cry."
The truth stabbed like a 1000 knives,
But a sense of freedom came from the man who once ruined her life....

She stood up, forceful and strong,
"I'm leaving! I'm right and your wrong!
Goodbye but I can't feel this 1 more day,
And I no longer care what you gotta say!"

"Come back." He screamed,
But she kept walking away, crying silently.
No more pain, freedom,
But what do you do with all this?

Looking back that was years ago...
And what i did with it you'll never need to know!
But he's gone and I'm happy and free,
All because i FINALLY found the courage to leave!

I apologize, for I surely did not want to have an attitude. So I'm sorry. Um, are you also sluvious? I saw the same name but it's two different accounts. Just wondering. Thank You.

Mr. Shank--
Thank you for the compliment on my poem. I greatly appreciate and am joyful that you liked it. Thank you, once again.

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

I'm really sorry, Beloved, but one of the rules is no religious references. I hate that cause I love the poem. But I can't judge it fairly b/c my beliefs differ so I don't agree with it. But I would love it if you would enter a new on b/c you have a great talent for striking up emotion. Sorry again...but please re-enter. Thanks! :)
~Midnight Sun

OKay I dunno if this works but mine is sexual abuse.

You took a part of me
by ŘÅÇĦ♥

Laughter all around me
But behind it all, I shed silent tears.
I told him no;
I pleaded to just be left alone.
My demands were ignored
As I lost it all-
My self-esteem, my confidence, my happiness
All went running out the door.
I was screaming inside
But nothing came out of my mouth.
I was waiting for the person I loved
And he took a piece of me

I can’t forget it.
It’s not like someone said something rude to me.
I could forget that.
It’s different.
He took something from me
That I can never get back.
It’s like a tape-
Stopping, rewinding, forwarding
Over and over again,
Constantly reminding me that he won
And all the times I have failed.

I just want it to go away.
I want to trust the people I once trusted.
I want my support from my school.
Most of all, I want my life back.

im going to be submitting a poem a little later. i was just curious as to when this contest will be ending. so i have some time frame.

oh okay... ill just edit that 1 out :) sorry ^^

Story of My Scars

A close friend of mine once asked if she could share
The story of her life right there with me
I knew of her battered body and thought to myself
What dark secrets could there be?

On the park bench in the pure light of the day
She pulled up the sleeve of her sweater,
Said, "I want you to meet my dad. He's there.
This was when he wasn't feeling better."

Then she rolled up her pants leg to expose her calf
Carrying a blue bruise similar to her arm
"This is daddy just a little too drunk on Sunday
But he swears he wouldn't do me any harm."

Next she lifted up her long brown braid
To expose a scar much smaller in size
"He was hurting mom, so I tried to help her,
I'd turned as he aimed for my sullen eyes."

When I thought she was done telling her story
As the tears flooded my friends face
She showed me one more as she wiped off her makeup
Never knew of this one's dear place.

"This is when I tried to leave home, to get help.
Dad didn't like the thought of me going.
Please tell me you never knew it was there
Makeup's all I got to keep it from showing."

I held her hand tighter as I wiped her tears and mine
And said, "No, I've never seen it before.
You're more beautiful and special than any other girl
You can't take this abuse anymore."

So we walked to the police station a block away
And showed the bruises as evidence of the pain.
My friend's been healed from the outside for years
But inside she'll never be quite the same.

Still, she smiles more than she used to do
And she now helps others know they can take a stand
Just yesterday she saw her father for the first time
And she says that he's a much better man.

He doesn't hit her and she doesn't hurt
He swears his love is all he'll ever give
But if she hadn't stood up for what was right
My friend may not have even lived.

By: Charisma*
(i had written it for this contest, but wasn't sure I should post it. Hope you like it though!)

With Closed Eyes, She Sleeps
by Twisted Heart

A lost and lonely girl here sleeps
Upon the dusty floor she lays
Curled up within herself she weeps
And grieves the death of better days.

Her hair is tangled from neglect
With dirty face and dirty hands
Tattered clothes in which she's dressed
Cover bruises, cuts, and bloody bands.

The wind comes through the open door
It blows her hair across her face
It pushes at her on the floor
And makes her shiver in cold's embrace.

The screams of pain inside her rage
A sound her heart has come to know
She should be dreaming at this age
But innocence was stolen long ago.

Now distant are her dreams escape
For night has drifted in so fast
She wills herself to find a place
To hide from hands of anger's grasp.

She hears him coming up the stairs
She seals herself inside her tomb
He'll try to hurt her, but she swears
He'll not find her in this room.

She hears his steps they grow in sound
He's almost here outside her door
She takes the razor and cuts a round
And watches blood drops on the floor.

The door is open to her fate
This man no longer has the power
Her heart and soul safe from his rape
Just a shell of her left in this tower.

No longer does she feel the pain
Or hear the screams inside her mind
All is quiet but the red blood rain
That whisks away this little child.

Now she's feeling comfort's warmth
She's safe and free from his reach
As he kicks the lifeless form
With closed eyes, she finally sleeps.

Ok I'm gonna say that January 3rd is the cut-off date and then I'll judge it by January 6th. These are all really great so keep it up!!! :)
~Midnight Sun

Dry Tears

A gray sheet turning the sky into an ultimate expression
People whispering without the slightest discretion
Huddled crouds trying to catch the light
In one small house, you can hear two people fight

Mama and Papa screaming and hollering
A little girl covering her ears, no sense of belonging
A click of the shutters as the day turns black
Baby brother doesn't know the burden on his back

The parents argue, a flight of fists
Little girl wishes she didn't remember this
Her parents heavy drinkers, she can hear slurring words
A thousandth beer on the wall, brown glass on the floor

At 2 a.m. the house turns quiet
The lights click off and the door shuts
Hearing a screech of the gas pedal
A squeal of tires and they're gone

Mama cries, she doesn't remember
Her wrists tied with barbed wire to the bed
A bruised face and punched mouth
Her baby's almost dead

Baby brother has a bag
Wrapped around his head
Tied feet and hands
Circulation cut with thin thread

Sister is on the ground, blood just barely staying in
Bruises, cuts and batters decorating her skin
Daddy was drunk, he knew better
But the crime he made was sin

Little girl remembers sitting in mommy's lap
With little brother smiling
Laughing a first-tooth laugh
A memory she'll always treasure

Reaching the night stand
She reaches slowly and knocks off the phone
This little girl was smart, even from an abusive home
Small fingers punch 3 digits, holding tightly with a trembling hand

She wakes up in a white room
People tell her that daddy won't hurt her here
She simply shakes her head
Crying out in fear

"Where is everyone?" she cries
They all comfort her with lies
She answers with tears in her eyes,
"I never got to say goodbye"

That little girl lives with a sad memory
Knowing little of reality
The little girl who was found
And had a second chance

She and others
Live with fosters
But in better homes than what they had
She will never again be hurt by her mom or dad

Someone wiped her dry tears
Got rid of all her fears
She is not alone; she has a home
From now on, she will never be sad
__________

*Okay... theres one last stanza, but it had religion in it so i edited it... is this qualified?*

Little Girl So Bad?

I'm just a young girl,
and don't understand.
Why my Daddy,
always raises his hand.

Days on end locked in my room,
my life so full of fears.
Although he hurts me frequently,
I have to hide my tears.

I try to be good,
I promise I do.
But still more beatings,
he puts me through.

I'm glad it's just me though,
he leaves my siblings alone.
He spares them from seeing,
he gets me on my own.

They all went out,
to a theme park today.
He said I'd been bad,
home alone I had to stay.

I had to do the ironing,
the pile was so high.
At least I could watch T.V,
to help the time fly by.

When they all got back,
he saw the tele' on.
He got angry once again,
told me I'd done it wrong.

I could not see the creases,
but I managed to stay calm.
As he took the iron from me,
and placed it on my arm.

My little sisters birthday,
I made her breakfast in bed.
I didn't do my Daddy some,
I guess he just saw red.

This was the first time,
I remember Mummy being there.
She didn't try to stop him,
I guess she too was scared.

She came up to me afterwards,
and asked if I was okay.
'yes' I calmly told her,
as she turned and walked away.

Then as I got older,
everything came to light.
Why it was only me,
whom my Daddy would fight.

I believed everything they told me,
thought I was really bad.
Then found out the truth,
he was only my step dad.

Why did my real Daddy leave me,
when I was only three?
Guess I was bad then, also,
and he couldn't cope with me.

Now that I'm an adult,
I'm stronger than before.
Still the memories and unanswered questions,
hurt me deep down to the core.

Absolutely, Beloved. I'm very glad you re-entered...you are very talented. And I love your poems. :)
~Midnight Sun

i'll go; or you'll leave:

Daddy where are you?
Where can you be?
I can’t seem to find you
When you’re in front of me

You drink all day
And you drink all night
You push me around
And it isn’t right

You tell me you love me
That you do care
But if you really did,
Then the bruise wouldn’t be there

You see me in pain
You watch me cry
Yet you still drink
As my happiness dies.

Your fine in the morning
But once the afternoon hits
You sit down and drink
And you through your fists

You push me down
You kick and you scream
you think its okay
but i disagree

I can’t take it anymore
The constant pressure
To watch what I say
So I don’t get hurt.

But no matter what
I do or say
You’ll always drink
Your way is your way.

But if this goes on
I’m letting you know
That I’ll have to leave
Or you’ll have to go.

I Can't Take This Anymore

I'm eating breakfast
Sitting in my chair
Today there are no bruises on my face
And that is rare.

I yearn comfort and affection
Happiness and love
Instead over my mouth
I feel someone's glove.

A gloved hand
Pressing hard against me
I can't help it
The wails come free.

But today it is peaceful
All day long I play
Making stick figures
Out of clay.

But now it is tonight
And he is home
And suddenly I am
Left all alone.

Where did my mummy go?
I hear a slamming door.

He picks me up in his arms
I start to shriek-can't stay calm.
He shouts at me to be quiet
Tells me not to make such a riot.

Then I feel it on my face-SLAP
I feel it on my belly-WHACK
I think one of my ribs is about to break
I don't know how much more I can take.

He throws me on the chair
And slowly strips me bare.
Why is he touching me there?
Why is he pulling my hair?

Why are his hands roaming all over me?
Why wont he let me free?
What is that hard thing pressed against me?
I squirm, but he holds me still with his knee.

Suddenly I'm in agony
I feel like I'm being ripped apart
He's breaking my innocent heart.

He is making funny sounds
And checks to make sure no one is around
After making sure he's safe
He wonders what else he can take.

He's pinching me hard
Laughing like it's a game
I cry even louder
He really is insane.

He bends my fingers back
Farther and farther they go
Snap-Snap-Snap
They couldn't take it anymore.

Blood is running down my face
My lips are swollen and bruised
I'm helpless to defend myself
I feel really confused.

Finally he has had enough
He yanks my clothes back on
And in just a second or so
He has gone.

He returns a minute later
Holding bandages and creams
He roughly cleans me up
In the hope of making my cuts unseen.

I know why he is doing this
It's so my mummy doesn't know
Just what he does to me and
That the Devil lives at his core.

He'll make excuses for my broken bones
Tell people I tripped
Tell them I am clumsy
and they'll never guess I was stripped.

My mummy will never suspect
She'll never guess what's real
Only he and I
Know the real deal.

'It's our little secret'
He always whispers to me
'And if you tell anyone
I'll never let you free.'

TWO YEARS LATER

I'm sitting on my bed
Unable to believe what I've just done
I remember his terrible scream
'you think you've won?

You're a psycho and
We ought to have drowned you at birth'
Is what he yelled
As he forced me to eat dirt.

Now he and mummy are downstairs
And I can hear them yell
Why oh why
Did I have to tell?

I can hear thuds now
I can hear loud slaps
I close my eyes tight
listening to mummy get whacked.

I wish I had never told
I just wanted the pain to end
I wanted to know why
he never treated me like a friend.

Instead he treated me like a rabid dog
Used me for his amusement and fun
I glance around the room
And my eyes land on the gun.

I know how to use it
I've watched him enough times
And if I use it
Maybe everything will be just fine.

The fight is getting louder
I can hear mummy begging him to stop
She shouldn't do that
It usually sends him over the top.

Better to be submissive
To do as he says
Just take the beating quietly
And eventually he's okay.

I walk over to the gun
Staring hard at it
Images flashing through my mind
the kicks, the pinches and many hits.

The pain as he took my virginity
The humiliation as he used me for a game
The anger at what he did to me
The sadness when I realized he's insane.

I pick up the gun
It's small and light
I know deep down I shouldn't do this
But I don't know how else to make it right.

The fight downstairs is escalating
As I place the gun against my head
In just another minute or so
I'll finally be dead.

I'm going up to Heaven
And I plan to ask God why
Why he put me through all this pain
And why he made me cry.

'I'm Sorry,' I quietly whisper to my mum
And before I change my mind I fire that gun.

Now everything is peaceful
There is no more pain
And no longer do I have to
Play his stupid games.

Now I have two important questions to ask God when I find him:

Why did he hurt me so bad at just three years old
And why did I take my own life at five years old?

thank u :)

Hey LoveSux...I'm sorry but I can't count your poem b/c it gets religious at the end. But I hate it because your poem was absolutely amazing. I would love it if you'd re-enter. I mean you have great talent and I hate that I can't count it. Just think about it! :)! Thanks!!!

when are the winners going to be chosen?

I'm judging on the 6th of January but the deadline is the 3rd. Have fun!

POEM TITLE: UNSUNG
Poem:

I'm scared to run away from you
i fear you'll search me out
these bruises that won't go away
-- no one will know about...

i'm scared to leave this life behind
the outcomes that result...
i cannot tell a single soul
i know you would find out

you hurt me bad, you strike me hard
(i'll never call you dad)
you make the tears fall down so fast
you break my heart in half

i'm just a broken baby boy
you cause me so much pain
just what on earth did i do wrong?
what makes you act this way

and i am scared of you so much
but there's no time to think
you hit me more, and more, and more
to depths my black eyes sink

oh, you'll never be a father
although, you do not care
i'm merely just a dummy
that you beat; no love lives there

and such a surging angst resides
inside this soul, so young
forever, dad, you've molded me
into a soul unsung...

hope that you enjoyed. Please comment/vote/both on the poem if you would soley like to do so:

http://www.friendship-poems.com/poems.php?id=816854

How about if I change the last couple of stanza's?
I would love to re enter, although I doubt I will be able to write one by tomorrow.
If I could do that let me know.
xx

I think I'll move the date to the 6th that it ends and that I'll judge...that way you can change your poem. Glad you decided to and thanks for following the rules. Hope to see it soon! Have fun! :)
~Midnight Sun

Only 3 more days! Hurry!!! :)

I'll prolly judge it in the afternoon on Saturday. But I'd rather judge it Friday afternoon if possible. So hurry! :)

It Started As A Joke

It started as a joke
I just called him a name
I really didn't think
That it would cause him pain.

It started as a joke
I just gave him a little push
I really didn't think
That it would all get too much.

It started as a joke
I just knocked over his drink
I really didn't stop
Just to think.

It started as a joke
I just put gum in his hair
I really didn't think
He'd feel like no one cared.

It started as a joke
I just ripped up his work
I really didn't think
He'd feel like dirt.

It started as a joke
I just laughed when he fell
I really didn't know
How he felt-I just couldn't tell.

It started as a joke
I just threw eggs at him
I really didn't think
That this was a sin.

It started as a joke
I just laughed when he struggled with life
I really didn't think
My actions would cause so much strife.

It started as a joke
But I made him cry
I really didn't think
To life he'd say goodbye.

It started as a joke
But he's been missing for days
I really didn't think
I'd make him go away.

It started as a joke
But now I'm starting to worry
I really didn't think
I'd cause so much fury.

I went over to his house
To see just where he went
His mother answered the door
Her face shriveled and bent.

I asked where he was
And her face twisted with pain
'He died last week' she whispered
I gasped-why did I play this game?

She hands me a note to read
And I unfold the page
I want to break down and cry
But I'm overcome with rage.

I begin to read this letter
And as I do so my heart shatters
How could I have done this?
Act like his life didn't matter?

Here's what the letter said:

He hit me-he pushed me
He yanked my hair
He spit on me, he laughed
And told me no one cared.
He humiliated me in shame
Found pleasure in my pain
He played this stupid game
While my life filled with rain.
He made me hurt
And he made me cry
He made me sob so hard
Made me feel like I want to die.
He beat me and teased me
laughed at me-Just couldn't let me be.
He made me broken
I was once so strong
Now I'm overcome with emotion.
He made me feel like I was bad
and when I hurt he was glad.
He took my happiness away
So I'm going now on this tear filled day.

Mum,
I must go from this place
I can't be here any longer
I can't cope anymore
I'm sorry if you thought I was stronger.

Please don't cry for me once I am gone
One day we will be reunited as one.

Please don't let a single tear
roll down your cheek
My last final wish
is that you will not weep.

Tell my siblings that I love them
Tell my friends not to hurt
I just can't take it anymore
being treated like dirt.

Always remember how much I love you
Promise me that you wont feel blue
No more will I cry
And now I'll say goodbye.

As I hand the note back to his mum
I realize tears are pouring down my face
I can't believe that he is gone
How can this be the case?

Slowly I walk away
I have no idea what to say
My heart is torn apart
I wish I could go back to the start.

He no longer lives
He ended his life because of me
I really didn't think this would happen
Why didn't I see?

My amusement caused him so much pain
Why oh why did I play this game?

Why did I cause him to suffer?
Now his siblings are without a brother.
His parents are missing a son
How could I think this was fun?

His family are overcome with grief
In sadness they choke
Isn't it funny how this
All started as a joke?

when is this contest going to be judged?