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Showing posts with label put downs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label put downs. Show all posts
Monday, 28 August 2017
The fog of others
It's easy to let others tell you who you can become. For years I was bullied out of my own skin by a coward who loathed himself. We trust the wrong people to love us, we trust the wrong people to build us up when we're vulnerable, because we're too fragile to build ourselves up. As I was laughed at , and ridiculed, put down, humiliated,by a guy who spent years afraid of his own shadow, I realised the most sacred lesson I should have learned. I kept reaching out for love for friendship, but self is love, and family is network. It is important to know who you are and where you come from,otherwise people who are weaker, who have failed themselves will use you as a crutch as a platform to build up an identity of strength. The guy who bullied me for years spent years dragging his face across the pavement, he could barely hold his own shoulders up. Now I think of the humiliation he caused me, the false friends he gathered whilst doing it, and I can only laugh, because I see so much clearer now. Once upon a time through his fog of insults I couldn't see at all.
Sunday, 25 October 2015
Disabled girl abusers disgrace
Rotted bones
And life
Excuses
Damaged men
Always have
Their uses
For vulnerable
Pretty little things
A child of
Mind
His fear
Of left behind
Why did he pick you
Because he is sick
Because he's perverted
Because he's a freak
Silence your pain
With the slam of
A door
Clap
Caged in the nuisance
Of his tortured existence
I hate you
But love me
He cries
It spills and spills
Those massacre tears
For he's been doing this
A while
And no one knows
How it messed
You up inside
Don't let her leave
Don't let her leave
You are at the start
The lengths he'll
Deceive
A running track
Of missing heads
Of lurching brains
No shoulders 'stead
Don't let
Her leave
I'm all fucked up
It trickles down his sleeve
Target the disabled
The one with no connections
Tonight I'll worship
And thrust my erection
In.open air
The breeze of space
No shame is like
An
Abusers disgrace
Saturday, 21 March 2015
Abuse
Little puppet
On a string
Feed me thoughts
I dare you cling to
Let me poison
All your dreams
For carcass
Should ambitions be
I am broken
You belong to me
The tattered piece
Of a damaged doll
Reflections
Make me feel so small
Truth
Has always been liar
Ill eat your soul
Then take you higher
Chapped hand slap
Or broken toes
Throughout your
Life
Ill watch tiptoe
Spine it skates
Just like a drink
With a clever
compasss
Now i think
Before a God
One should be
On knees
Either way
Ill roll my sleeves.
Saturday, 4 October 2014
This is hysterical: A look of why the right men keep making themselves look like the wrong men
Brilliant and hysterical.
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