How did I get into this messWe used to be so happy togetherNow it's my own blood on my little black dressI will feel my face sting from his slap foreverI am too scared to say how I truly feel and confessThat I hate him but he just keeps yanking my hair. My face feels his anger if his alcohol is warmAnd my neck compressed if try to leave the house or him He throws me onto the bed in my bruised and beaten formI cry as he cu...

What’s fractured can’t be fixed. The dish that has fallenand lays shattered,if not picked up carefully,has dangerous edges that can hurtmore than the loss.The cup with its chipped rimwill never be the same to lipsthat loved to sip from it.That spot will always be a placeto be avoidedlike words better left unsaid.And bones, once broken,the leg, the foot, the arm, the thumbmay heal, perhapsbut always know the achethat dampn...

I never do a preface to my work but I wrote this a long time ago. I was extremely angry,heartbroken and betrayed by a lover. Looking back I don't feel the same toxicity but it is still a poem that reflects that turbulant part of my life. Dear (Insert your name here)Your subversive cowardice astounds me Daring accusations from you paint me as settling When you settle, your life littered with empty conquests You’re as trans...

Hi, so what happened didn’t I tell you to avoid this? How could you even begin to do this to your family, all our resolutions, out of the window. Standing on the edge of the shower tray I find myself staring into the falling water; and dissolving away rapidly was the sugar reindeer I had made for Christmas.

I poured out every thought upon the page, Filling it up with all the rage and anger, That you have instilled inside me. My pen literally quivered, As I held it in my sweaty hand, Yet the words flowed swiftly, As venomous as any snake, And almost as deadly. As I poured the last of the wine into my glass, I reviewed my handiwork. Three pages of anger. Three pages of hurt. An expression of all you’ve done to me, As best as I...

As I look up at the cold, colourless ceiling, with patterns and shapes that are drawn from my own rather dreary imagination, I wonder whether I actually hold any regrets. I don’t mean generally; I am of course being more specific, referring to a particular event, or rather a series of events that in due course you will be privy to and can decide for yourself as to whether I should hold any forbearance for my actions. My b...

Trapped.Trapped in a bubble of hatred,That suffocates rather than embraces me.Engulfing me with a fiery passion,Washing away any other emotion.Anger claws at me from the inside out,Shredding my last glimmer of hope, faith and serenity.It blinds me, only leaving behind the sight of pain and trepidation.Why have I been cursed with such sorrow?The four worst elements of life:Pain, Sorrow, Anger & Hatred

I thought you were moreThan what others pretended to beYou weren't there when I had to pourMy emotions out for the world to see.What was so important that youCould not spare a call?Tell me the truth,I mean nothing to you at all.Your inaction results in losing meShould have marked me when you couldI may have low esteemBut I know I was a damn good person to youAnd I would never stab you like she didAnd you know it damn well...

You hit me again todayIt was over an unwashed plateIt stung and my face throbbed My teeth hurt where they had chattered hard together I said nothing and went to my room to cryYou grabbed me by my hair today And pulled me around the room Because you had a bad day Vicious in your malice You took your anger out on meYou whipped me with your belt today Slashing and thrashing until I was screaming Begging you to stop ‘You dese...

Crazy people scream in vain,Scream for blood, curse the rain.Useless beings line the halls,Ugly pictures on the walls.Another job that I'll hate,Not gonna argue with my fate.Another girl calls me honey,As she asks if I have any money.Politicians run the state,Preachin' love, rule with hate.Another kid goes off to die,Everyone too busy to ask why.Another day don't ask why,Another reason to get high.Get a job and settle dow...

HuntersChapter Five: The Hunt is overBy Nathan Mullins"Why did they not eat us, or at any rate, prevent us from escaping?" Whisper asked, wanting a proper explanation."Because I'm the only key to them ever finding the will to cooperate with me in thinking I'd give them access to Space Time," Shimmer told her, sounding most pleased with the outcome of them being spared."So you lied then?" Whisper whispered, not as loudly a...

HuntersChapter Four: For the RecordBy Nathan Mullins“Where are we heading Shimmer?” Whisper asked him, as they continued on their journey. “You know well enough where we’re heading!” Shimmer’s voice was rough, as he was breathless, and so tired. He was being so harsh, because he was keeping some things well under wraps. “You sound so upset, so angry, so… well, you sound a little different.” Whisper was concerned for her f...