Poetry: “The Invisible Abuse”.

No kind words, no kind gestures No kind of kindness in sight No kind of anything ever at all It was either die or flight   Immense fear just from one look The tone in his voice that stops me in my tracks My blood runs cold and I can’t breathe Please the evil or…

Trump did what…. ?

‘President’ donald trump. Ya…… alrighty then. No one explains it like Stephen. Trump has gone from insane to cruel.

Poetry: “I need out”.

I cry for life lost I cry for love that never was The hatred for these lives crossed For what I have become and its cost   The fear of what I’m leaving behind To my greatest love I say goodbye I exhale my last breath in blood signed Slow and controlled and unconfined  …

Poetry: ‘The Touch’.

Depression is here I got my touch The only hug I feel I am feeling too much   The guilt takes over Mistakes I make A future I long to see If I could only make it to daybreak   I lie down in my grave Sweet sweet surrender Watch over me my love Please…

My Love is a Dog.

She is my love. And I am breaking. I feel I will not be the same after our ways part. A piece of joy will be replaced with more bitterness. Hopefully this can be overshadowed by the feelings of freedom and other love. But right now, I am just simply breaking. I need her….  …

Poetry: ‘Desperation in new love’.

I need my new love I need to not be used I need someone to tell me that all is okay I need my new love to promise me….. When I fall, Please pick me up When I am unreasonable, Please be my voice of reason When past abuse takes me down, Please love me…

The Guilt Of Leaving.

Every time I feel things get a big more stable and I can start making some plans for MY future, life throws more shit at me and I have to rethink my whole existence. I realized today I feel incredible guilt, even though I should not. I feel like I set the boat on fire…

Poetry: “The Roundup”.

I saw them disappear one by one The beauty of people, the sparkles and the souls Or the one shred of hope left behind I could see the pain in their eyes which their lives controls   And I would wonder What is this evil doing this, by what name does it go? We are…

Poetry: “My Life’s Walk”.

Yesterday I went for a walk I told myself I would walk and find peace I would walk until I found some joy And give this sadness some release   I would walk for just a little while Get away from the home which is not mine I kept going… just a little further In…

No more nights.

As some of you may now, I live in the woods. Way up high in the woods actually, about the height of the Arctic Circle. Do you know what that means? It means that we at the moment no longer have nights. The sun came up somewhere in May and will go down again somewhere…

Poetry: “Fight and/or flight”.

Hurtful things said Builds a wall around my head The abuse that has been done Desperately makes me want to run Loved ones that are simply not Belong in a life long forgot Gentle touch on my face To hide the feeling of disgrace Never forget that I have a past of anguish Which your…

Poetry: “Your Moral Compass Is Of No Interest To Me”.

I fled this world just for a moment To visit the other where I don’t belong Too many faces, too many words They keep on echoing like an endless song   They judge, they talk, they ask me why And want answers I do not feel the need to give They live, they love, albeit…