Poems from Poetic Judy Emery

Hi , to all my readers and viewers. I would like to share a story with you about my time on the internet over these past fifteen years . As you all know becoming a writer is very difficult especially when you are self thought , I started writing all my pains down on poetry sights thinking no one would be reading are even caring about what I think , It was like my own self help place for letting out my grievance , it became my own documents of words while my tears would fall hard in deep emotions , this became my dear dairy for calling out for Help in silence. Before I known it I had haters all over the place bring me down while they where shaming my name . this became a nightmare that put me in more fears . I would go on Facebook or any poetry site. I was attacked . Life became for me so isolated . I didn't have any friends , no way out of this internet darkness. See I was in a very bad marriage that abused me etc. I was in a religion that was also controlling me . I truly felt I had no voice everyone was silencing me . I had moved on into a journey of a living hell . all I could see around me were the words and eyes of my everlasting enemies on the internet .I started feeling ill and scared with so much self doubt that it was taking over my life . I felt my self esteem get so run down while others was so happy they where bring me down in more pain. it got so bad they started using my words and acting as if they where me. I never understood what cyber bullying/stalking was until I started getting harassed online. My email was always being hacked, my computer getting viruses, I seem to be always buying new computers or buying more anti virus most of the time . I referred this to an evil dark side, a nightmare that seems to have no end to this ''cyber bulling.'' Not only were they shaming my good name, they were taking my spirit down with every nasty threatening email, I while they where also taking over my Facebook page or poetry pages. My photos were being passed around all over the dark web world. Not only was I getting instant messages, I would see my page be taken down right in front of my eyes, it was so bad, they were even acting like people I had known most of my life. They would scare me into believing they were really going to hurt me. But then again, I was running from my painful past that put darkness in my life already. The more I was writing on the pages the more they were being feed off my fears and emotions. To help them to engrave my pains deeper within. I got where I couldn't trust another living soul. this hate that has been pushed down my way on the internet has gone on for way too long , Its now fifteen years with no end. I feel I can no longer breathe the fresh air outside. My world feels so closed in .This has caused me so much distress that I started thinking there wasn't a way out . I got lost in their lies that started making me feel vulnerable and very angry within. My spirit felt broken , I started feeling hollow where life didn't shine its beauty no more. My life became hopeless and very isolated. I was getting calls from malicious people I didn't know or maybe I did but didn't know it at the time .My number, my emails , photos , and my good name was being passed around like it was candy to the dark web . It was and is so bad the behavior's of my enemies got me so ill minded that I stopped believing in myself . I wouldn't let no one talk to me or get near me , It has gotten that bad.I started block everyone that wanted to be friends or trying to be nice to me. Because I am the target of an Internet war of ''Cyber stalking '' and ''Cyber bulling .'' I do regret that I did not standing up for myself long ago. But they known I was already broken , so they wanted to keep me that way. The would love to watch me bleed out in my words , Then they would use my words like they where the one that had written them. They would make money off my famous lines of my own blood stain words. I do pray for justice but non came my way. I do see a counselor to help me fight this nightmare that has been put on me. I have been stalked and even sexually harnessed, You would think just maybe this war would had already ended by now '' Right ?'' ''Wrong ,'' it is still going on the same old song and dance of their hatefulness. I had already put a restraining order on someone I known. That hurts, this experience has and is teaching me a lot about cyber bulling and harassment . That would be never stay ''SILENT,'' about what is going on. I personally experienced it and still in the war of it all .It all started when I got out of an abusive marriage and moved States away. I never used a computer before , But the day I did that was the year of (2004). I started writing poems on the social media world of ''Poetry.com,'' Soon all eyes on me and I didn't even no it. I was new to the internet world. I was a stranger to this page , I did not know really how to write but I gave it a try. and that is where this hate pushed my way because of envy eyes not because of my writing but because of my beauty, I got it on all ends and I stil am. The identity of my billions of perpetrator I try don't know, but their user names and emails I had written them all down.they had stalked me physically and emotionally. The threats was always headline with shaming my name. They had manipulating me way to long . So, I'M FIGHTING BACK BY WRITING TO ALL OF YOU ON FOX NEWS AND THE MEDIA . Silence I will no longer be. Thank you for reading . Poetic Judy Emery/ Lilly P.s please look at all the web pages and keep an eye out on what goes on .
I KNOW LONELINESS Oh, loneliness, you stand to closeyou become my own darknessa place I learn to know wellIt's the distance that cut...
OH IF I COULD DWELL If I could dwell among his darknesswhat he called love, Oh, how I would smile while I looked him in the eyesan that...
The Dance Of Dark Angel  I stood so a lone in eternal winters, My tears are like ice, My body dead within, every tear that drops hollow...
The Ancient Winds Oh, what comes with the crying wind? The rain of an angry storm, where the pains grow stronger, and last so much longer, ...
Like A Book If I could open my heart up to you like a bookI would try to make that book as hard as it could beJust too where you would...

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