Abuse

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No Smoke without Fire

No Smoke without Fire

I had,
the overpowering sensation,
To smoke a Cuban .
Just for the satisfaction...

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Lady sings the blues

Tribute to Billy Holiday

Lady sings the blues

Lady sings the blues, acknowledged as Billy Holiday.
A jazz singer with pizazz. Her elegance and...

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August 13th, 2021 – twenty...

August 13th, 2021 – twenty two years since...

Wicked bad designed day poem originally crafted
then alternately titled for no particular rhyme nor...

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Don’t leave me alone with...

Don’t leave me alone with myself

Don’t leave me alone with myself
I’m not strong enough to defend myself today
Once you leave...

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Seed

Seed

You planted a seed of hate in my heart.
But I am the one who nurtured it....

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Why I Cry Without Sound

A raised voice sets my
mind to racing
Years and years
of mental pacing

Doors...

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Spaceship "Arrogance...

Spaceship "Arrogance"

Yes, my craft can bend space; and ride the wave,
Anti matter focused through the facet; concave....

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Unreal

Unreal

For many years, I was feeling left out,
I had not realized, it was me people were gossiping about...

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The Asylum

The Asylum

used to do charitable work,
with troubled people,
Who'd crossed many borders
to gain...

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Satanic Ritual Abuse

Satanic Ritual Abuse

Not being included, it seems that I am accused,
For a tortured soul appearance, my body is being...

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An appointment in time

An appointment in time

Lone working...
We are trained to
keep safe,
And recognise
strange behaviour...

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A man

He’s not what I want and technically not I wish, but to be Granted a man with no chest and not wearing a...

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Pedophile

Pedophile

Without my knowledge, I am accused,
Surprised to find out the reason, why I am abused,

To...

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Fortune Teller

Gypsy with . Golden bangels can you tell my fortune dear
Lay out your mystic tarot cards
Let...

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for my mom, who loved drugs...

staring at the woman
who once i called mom,
grasping onto her broken smile
searching...

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How many more men?

How many more men?

How many times do I have to do it to stop?
It’s a habit now I guess.
A routine.
Find...

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My life, My love

Is Worth More

My life, My love

I still feel like I shouldn't be here even though it's for the best. I admit I feel the need for you even...