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Details | Free verse | |

Peircing Silence, Screaming Thoughts...

Here in my room,
I lay in my bed,
With every thought of you,
Intruding my head,
Like snapshots in my brain,
Of the last thing you said,

My gut is violated,
And I twitch with rage,
I cannot free myself,
From this anxiety ridden cage,
And in this chapter of our life,
It seems I can't turn the page,

This torture is much worse,
Since you have been away,
I am so scared,
That away is where you'll stay,
And no matter how hard I try,
I will have to lay here in my room,
Alone one more day.




By Mac Holmes. Janettas grandson. 
Written sitting in my room alone still waiting...

Copyright © janetta harrington

Details | Epitaph | |

Forever In My Heart

A million times I've needed you
A million times I've cried
If love alone could have saved you
You never would have died
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place
No one can ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you
But you did not go alone                                            
A part of me went with you
The day GOD called you home
Your precious memory is my keepsake
With which I'll never part
GOD has you safely in HIS keeping
But I have you forever in my heart

Copyright © kaci barnes

Details | Light Poetry | |

Fatherless Child

There once was a day I would watch every airplane.
Praying you was on it to come take me away.
As a child I wanted you around until the day, you actually came.
The day you came is the day my life forever changed.
I remember as if it was yesterday when you physically violated me.
Mental visions as early as the age of eight, but old enough to vociferate.
Visualizing mental pictures in my mind while I am awake very aware of the improper abuse I take.
Your body on me feels something like an autopsy of a dead body.
While you lay on top of me as you press aggressively on me.
Against my will your force kept me still.
I am trying to understand if you recognize who I am.
I try to say no hoping you can comprehend; I am weakling as you apprehend.
Mentally and physically I became involuntarily your property. 
A main character in a horror story, and you were my predatory.
I asked “God why?” as I bare to stare into his eyes.
This is not thee love I seek; all I wanted was my father to love me, but not like this injustice of violation of my rights.
This love is not real; not the love I wished to feel.
As he tries to stick his tongue into my mouth too young to know what this is all about.
I grip my lips painfully tight as he tries to slip his tongue inside.
I close them tighter with all my might, as he whispers, “let me love you right” 
I beg him to leave as he pried my legs open with his knees my insides scream “somebody please help me!”
As he whispers how much he loves me I’m praying for God to just kill me.
I rather be dead then a man’s punching bag.
As I lay there my body was dead, and I laid my soul to rest.
I looked around the room and seen the Old Spice on the desk the same fragrance he wore around his neck.
The sun began to rise as he began to close my thighs.
In that moment in time I had made up my mind any man that ever say they love me was just telling lies.
I learned the hard way that love does not kill your inside; love does not take your pride.
A fatherless child I shall forever reside.
Every day that passes that little eight-year-old girl dies slowly inside.
Asking Jesus,” Why permit this?” and he slowly whispers…as I gently whimpers, “faith is the light that guide you through the darkness, my words reflecting as a lamp unto my feet.”
“Walk unto my path I’m here to carry the weak, come into me you are weary and overburdened. I will carry the pain you have obtained.”
“I am your father and you are my child you are never fatherless because I’m always around.”

Copyright © twanna Irisha

Details | Free verse | |

Lonely Man Under Pink Sky

It was something real -
love's lucidity stretching to eternity.
The dusky pink air of evening, salty gravel underfoot,

and the five o'clock brooding on water and mud flat.
There you were, fixed figure on the landscape,
black irregularity against all that pink,

your solitude clutching at my uncertain empathy.
You wanted to be understood.
It shocked me softly - your impenetrable cocoon,

the warm human reaching,
and the sea of your separation
washing up over my disregard.

Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot

Details | Rhyme | |

Dying, we awake to eternal life.

His fragile fevered brow is soaked with life’s sweat
Nearing the end, his death has not arrived just yet
Shivering, his body is on fire, he makes a gentle sigh  
His frame broken down by the years now passed by
The end of the final chapter, his book has grown old
Soon in a faith filled church, his past tales will be told
He’s a person, loved, surrounded by his living history
His family hold one another, parts of his closing story 
Go quietly now love, for the time has come to move on
Hush now, your wearied tiredness, is oh so nearly gone
Soon the warmth of living will become so stiff and cold
Leaving this earth’s dusty soil, so as to join an eternal fold
He enters deaths doorway that will close quickly behind
A peace beyond imagination, a kind welcome he will find
Tears flow, fond goodbyes are spoken a kiss of farewell
Do not mourn too long have faith, know he is now well.

Patrick Brennan © 2010

Copyright © Patrick Brennan

Details | Rhyme | |

Slowly Dying

I'm overcome with grief
as I slowly die inside.
They tell me this is normal, 
and everything will be alright.

I can't seem to eat a meal,
or close my eyes to dream.
All I visualize is your face, 
then accidentally scream.

I can't seem to leave my home, 
whats the point anyways?
Without you standing by my side
life is nothing but a waste.

Maybe soon enough I'll join you, 
as I slowly die inside.
When I finally enter the gates of pearl
everything will be alright.

Copyright © Ashley Beaudre

Details | Ballad | |

EXPRESSIONS OF AFFECTION

Wrapping your loving arms around
somebody whom you love with passion....
is an expression of affection,
and no one expects a reward!

Only God gives love freely...
to demonstrate how intense is kindness;
and we ought to give it kindly,
not shying away from mindfulness! 

Giving more than you have to someone
who needs comforting words...
is surely an expression of affection,
and deeper understanding without recompense!

Our struggles may cause us to worry,
leaving behind unpleasant reminders...
that we never learn from errors
and continue to act improperly?

Smiling widely and honestly
is the truest expression of affection,
welcomed as the most genuine intention;
why can't we all love sincerely?

This life is none than a short jeourney,
fulfilling what's called destiny;
lives are glorified by their deeds,
but also destroyed by  insidious influences!           

Coming to the rescue of your closest friends,
who seem troubled by hardships or pain,
helps them find hope when they only had tears;
stand by them with that expression of affection!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci

Details | Rhyme | |

My Favourite Coffee Cup

Another cup of coffee spilt,
Upon an egg-shell shirt of silk.
It didn’t really have a chance,
Caught up in all the circumstance.
It cracked against the tabletop,
A trembling hand from whence it dropped.
It didn’t mean to get in the way,
It just so happened, was, that day.
“On purpose”, it had set him off,
One gulp and he began to cough.
My fault, I know, he drank too soon -
And banged it down against the spoon.
Enraged, he throws the cup at me,
Still steaming like a cup of tea;
I caught the cup - it’s mould intact,
But couldn’t catch the water’s slap.
While standing there I caught his too,
And felt my cheek turn black and blue;
It slipped out of my hand and fell,
And smashed apart like oyster shell.
It’s my mess, I’ll mop it up ~
     I broke my favourite coffee cup.

Copyright © Tammy Armstrong

Details | Rhyme | |

A Good Appearance With A Bad Intention

My adored is here, Oh Vincent! Charming with your perfume's scent not minding if it costs just 50 cent. Wishing to lean on you and form a crescent on your well endowed body which is like an expensive present. Stealing a kiss from me is decent but pulling me back and forcefully keeping my legs bent; even with my resistance, you would not relent makes you a pathetic Dog 100 percent. And I am regretful of my time badly spent. I escaped, when you were a little complacent as you rudely smiled like a badly trained Adolescent. And all these while, I thought you were innocent. How dare you try to penetrate without passing through my consent? Now that the beast in you, you represent, the only thing I have to say to you is REPENT!

Copyright © Funom Makama

Details | Narrative | |

African Child

" From the debt of my heart"

The African child
Sat behind the bamboo fence
He was sober and tense
Sputtering and wondering.
He forsook the bush meat
And the gathering under the moonlight
For sobriety and the causes of his uncertainties.
His clothes were like dried leaves
His feet like openings in the eaves
He longed to see a brighter tomorrow
He clarified the causes of his sorrow;
Sins of the father,
Fighting not to make things better
Therefore darkening the weather,
Making his destiny falter and bitter.
Tears exuded from the sound of his flute,
His fears enlarged like a parachute
But one thing he never understood,
Watch and pray, oh! African root
For your foundation is stinky, filthy,
Faulty and guilty...... watch and pray.


Copyright © Charles Melody Lightning Ink

Details | Free verse | |

Hounds from Hell

Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
alone;
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.

Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away... slowly.

Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.

-10/14/2013-

Copyright © Chris Boskovski

Details | Choka | |

Stained Love


Emotional me
is out from my verbose head
like a winter flower with
petals, so much like
hankies of a sleepless god,
to wave in such elegance
my charm over you,
again and again, ‘til your
smile, left to death by the strides
of your rococo
lover, is awakened and
becomes my choka poem

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago

Details | Bio | |

The universe close to me

I was not alone inside my loneliness
I had company, stars flowers and birds
But when you came in my life
I saw the universe close to me.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Copyright © Constantinos Grigoriadis

Details | I do not know? | |

Love hurts, my love

Love is something that I struggle with,
Trying to be loved by that right one,
But can't proceed because I'm ashamed,
Ashamed that I might not love right,
Ashamed that people may look and talk,
Ashamed of how my family would react,
Ashamed by the temptation of my life,
The temptation of my heart,
My mind is saying it's not right,
But my heart is saying yes,
Just be you.
I've tried pleasing people and giving people the world,
And I've been half pleasing back,
I know not to look for anything,
But I can't help it, when I haven't received much.
Love for me is a real struggle,
I'm being loved by someone,
Someone special to my heart,
Someone that shows me the world,
Who gives me encouraging words,
But I can't love back,
For some reason.
From now on I'm a try,
Try to love to the fullest,
I really want to love,
And be loved,
I want to feel love from my family,
Loved by the most beautiful, caring, funniest, serious at time, smart,and well talented person,
Love, love, love,
What a mystery WORD!!

Copyright © Vernard Mays

Details | Verse | |

Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart

Copyright © Katrina Salem

Details | Rhyme | |

To Just Have You

How I long to have you again
To see your eyes, your face, your grin
It takes my breath away to hear your voice
That heavenly, uplifting, gentle noise

My God, how it kills me to see
You with another man instead of me
Although happier you say you are
From that emotion, I am so very far

If I was to have an addiction
It would be you and that is not fiction
‘Forever’ I was told, time after time
But not forever in heart, just forever in mind

Remember when we first saw each other?
My face turned red and my heart did putter
You gave me a smile and I tried, but smirked
I was finally realizing how true love worked

My heart aches still and yet I ponder
About the next time I let my heart wander
Keeping track of the pain until it is through
Oh, the things I would give to just have you

Copyright © Andrew Johnson

Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty In Futility

Futility
my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn 
and made anew

Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live 
And never touch the sky. 

I have to forget you
I have to reject you 
But I will never love anyone 
like I loved you.....

I heard you whisper 
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes 
But you couldn’t feel it

You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I 
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT. 

I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will. 

Be my dirty little secret 
My very worst-kept secret 
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison 
My infernal and endless attraction 
towards complete and utter self-destruction 

I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....

My addiction 
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true

Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget 
how you were never there

Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?

I have to face the facts 
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you. 

The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to. 

I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you. 

Copyright © SLS It Is Rife With Ambiguity

Details | Rhyme | |

BACK TO ORIGIN

People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists

Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay

People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste

When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore

Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday

Copyright © Neldy Jolo

Details | I do not know? | |

Crazy Things

Its not u, its me
Im tellin u cuz its crazy.
Crazy things happen dont u c
Crazy things happen wit u and me

Its hard to say goodbye
When u know everythings a lie
Its hard to say whats inside 
Cuz every word makes u wanna cry

Dont u c whats happening
Im going crazy
I need u in my life cuz 
Its eatin me alive

These things happen all the time
Theres no need to lie
Just hold on to your love
Through these...
"Crazy Things"

Copyright © Anastasia Browning

Details | I do not know? | |

i began to write love on my arms<3

[beforehand i just want to let you know that i wrote this in honor of November 17th. which is 
To Write Love On Her Arms Day. im hoping to come up with a better one before than. but i 
still hope you enjoy this quickly-wrote one(: ]

this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about my struggle,
my fall downs, 
&& all the breakdowns.
this is about every wound i placed upon my body.
over 60 self inflicted wounds,
that as my story went on they began to heal.
i stoped writing "give up" 
i began to write love on my arms<3
this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about my past.
how it haunted me for years,
&& how im still running from some of it.
this is how i went from a hood rat,
to me actually caring about myself.
i began to write love on my arms<3
this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about how i learned to keep the bottle off of my nightstand.
i dont need liquor running through my veins 24/7.
i started to look at life through sober eyes.
i began to write love on my arms<3
&& as i wrote this day after day, i saw that i was loved. 
i found comfort in better things then pills, liquor, && razorblades.
&& even though i am still in healing,
my story is not over.
&& it will never be.
i still write love on my arms<3

Copyright © Saralynn SpaceCadet

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Loosing It

  < Early morning,

   Its rainy and dark,

   Quit dull,

   Cloudy and gray,

   Emotions flowing not,

   So dim and sadden,

   Stuck in a zone,

   Feeling all alone,

   Suddenly blacken,

   Now dressed in lace,

   And black satin,

   Emotions flowing all over,

   Yet still lost,

   Dazed and amazed,

   Felt crushed pancake flatten......>





Copyright © Lakisa Battie

Details | Elegy | |

His Legacy

Up into the sky 
he soared 
like an Angel

With us 
down here-- 
at Soupland, watching him as he soared 
like an Angel;

So gentle… 
and brave 
he was,
a strong love he had, sharing it till the end, yet

His breath
could not resist the resounding call 
of Heaven 
and he left, 

Leaving us his poetry, for 
when great storms come in, his laughter 
will dry our tears like rain.


--

for Tom Bell, a great poet who taught us all-- 
to laugh and to smile…to learn… and to give.    

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago

Details | Free verse | |

Mystery guy

          Dreams and memories of what could have been,The past means nothing to me 
and then everything at the same time. 

It's made me who I am, and i'm glad I know but if I could change the past would I be so 
quick to do so? I want to have it all but the future never whispers not even a little bit 
I want to know it's secrets.

 I am left in the dark about what and where I will be the future no tears that promise 
pain so I don't know if I will get hurt. 

It's just that I can't help thinking about you and how different I would probably be if 
you knew that one secret that I held so close to me for so long that when it was time it 
was too late.

 I may spend eternity looking for someone exactly like you, it's because my conscience 
will never let me forget how good a person you were.
 
I was so deep into you that i'd lose myself in the moment and I have never felt that way 
before and I don't know if I will feel it again. 

Just waking every morning knowing that I would get to see you again, Oh it 
was such a feeling and now I can't even remember how it felt.

 Searching for that guy again with my whole heart and my whole soul... even if it turned 
out bitter I just wish I could know.

 I hate living in regret, I hate living in my head.

 It's filled with empty promises and dreams that are so far away I can't even feel them.

 I want to touch, this time i'm not afraid if only you could appear one day then maybe I 
would get my second chance.

 Reality is so much better than anything I could pretend 
so when the time comes I will jump into that mystery guys arms and fly free for that 
moment.

Copyright © Shahana Jackson

Details | Lyric | |

I Wonder

What if I confessed my love to you,
Tell me just what would you do?
Would you match my heart with yours
Or would you leave me lost and torn?

What if you found you felt the same
And had only fate to blame?
Tell me just how far would you reach
For you to prove that love to me?

I am but a man
With love in mind and heart at hand.
Would you take this gift from me
In your hands or set it free?

All of these questions fill my mind,
But I know my deeds will come back in my own time.
And still I wonder why I can find no sympathy in these lines.
Tell me why, these thoughts have consumed life.
Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I wonder.

If chose to walk away
Would you beg me to stay?
Would you run after me
If I felt I had to leave?

Or would stay behind
And carry on with your own life?
Could you forget just what we had
And send me off to some unknown land?

As a memory I would have to stay.
Sometimes I wonder if
It would be better of that way.
Sometimes I wonder why
I can't find sympathy in these lines.

Still I wonder why: I am but a man
With love in mind and heart at hand.

All of these questions fill my mind.
But I know my deeds will come back in my own time.
And still I wonder why I can find no sympathy in these lines.
Tell me why, these thoughts have consumed life.
I still wonder why with love in mind and heart and hand.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs

Details | Couplet | |

Visit me in a dream

Come and visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

Are you floating on a cloud?

Have you found the brightest star?

 

I know you're with us somewhere,

Even though you can't be seen,

Painting the bluest sky,

Or among the grass so green.

 

As I'm wandering through the park,

Looking up at the trees,

Daydreaming of the joy you brought,

Will you visit me please?

 

Just send me a little sign,

White feathers on the breeze,

To let me know you're happy, free

And put my mind at ease.

 

Or ask a passing stranger,

With twinkling brown eyes,

A cheeky smile, and baldy head,

To nod as he passes by.

 

Or maybe play a special song,

Loud, on my radio,

That could have been written just for you,

About all the love we've known.

 

Come visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

I know you're there, a floating cloud,

And one of the brightest stars.

Copyright © Sarah Judd

Details | I do not know? | |

I Continue to Rise

MAYA ANGELOU INSPIRED ME WITH THE POEM STILL I RISE

I've been judged by the color of my skin
Treated like i'm a nothing,a nobody
Called by many a name:a fool, a nothing,not even a human
But i continue to rise

They hate me for who i am
They try their best to put me down
They try to fill my heart with despair
But yet i still continue to rise

Every chance they get,its to cause me hurt
They look at me like i'm some kind of abomination
They constantly seek my extermination
But i still continue to rise

Do they hate me for just being me
That i don't follow the crowds,or go with their flow
The fact that i'm different from them
The fact that i don't do the same things they do.

And as if that wasn't enough
My own race at times shun me, and criticize each other
Their constanly going against one another,son against father,daughter against mother
Sometimes i feel trapped in this malice
Smothered in this constant hatery of the races
We all must try to seek freedom and redemption
This is why i must continue to rise

I offer prayers to those in need of prayers
I shed a tear for the fallen and broken,watching the tears become a river  
Can you people see this black youth's tears
All i can do now is pray for peace,hope,and better days
In fact,let me say a prayer in hopes of better days
For these reasons i'm gonna continue to rise

I want to say peace and love to people in the east,west,north,and south.
To lift them all out of misery,sorrow,and doubt
R.I.P. and love to those who've come and gone.
Good luck and better days to those who've yet to be born.

R.I.P. to my people who're no longer here.
Love to those who're fighting for a better future
But until the day that i can see you all again
I will continue to live,continue to dream

Through all the pain,sadness,and rain.
The sun will shine one day again.
And we'll hold hands and watch hope rise
Which is why for that I WILL STILL CONTINUE TO RISE..

Copyright © Harrison Fairchild

Details | Lyric | |

Remember you

I open my eyes
to another day
as the sun climbs
I fade away
im carried to a place where i feel no pain
carried to a time before you went away

I still feel you close, feel you here
in this life we chose its all so clear
when I remember you, remember you

I close my eyes
from another day
as the moon blinds
I fade away
im carried to a place where i feel no pain
carried to a time before you went away

I still feel you close, feel you here
in this life we chose its all so clear
when I remember you, remember you

 

Copyright © April Marie Johnson

Details | Rhyme | |

A Weak Request

Someone who looks just like me
Is going to come to call,
I need you to ignore them
Cause they’re not me at all.

They walk in desperation
And easily are swayed,
So if they say they love you,
They won’t by the next day.

So when they knock, don’t answer,
Or bar the door with wood;
Avoid this person at all costs --

Because I never could.

Copyright © Tammy Armstrong

Details | Free verse | |

When a Woman is Just a Woman

Mother’s dirty offender seeded life that demanded nurture, demanded attention….
Demanded unforeseen fate
Twins, thrust upon her…. strained to love, and yet…. 
This happening urged her to live

Her head lifted, agitated,
Soaked from head to toe in the sweat of her labors…
The sight of blood reached her tear-blurred eyes heightening the pain 
As she cried…

“May I toil till love reaches the mouth of hurt he inflicted!!!” 

And, as her thrashing heart ceased beating,
The dear children, were born, one screaming, one gazing…
The other’s neck protruding from a little chest…
Big eyes observing, squinting, shuddering….
Mouth sputtering… and breath ceasing….

This little girl was born, a woman Mother once was—
Her death a source and justification to hate all men 
A dreamy-eyed artist with yearnings driving her under,
Lips pure as newfound blossom, kissed once, though never plucked
Reaching for skies that welcomed her wishes, 
Her seldom smiles brought tears to the sun
Her hair in curls of silk did bounce upon her back,
As every roving eye could not hold back, 
The moist little build-up of awe…
Mouth ajar, for there lived upon this growing girl, surely…. no flaw

Save to her, tormenting imperfection…. 
For there… heavier and heavier everyday….the secret upon her chest—
Her poor dead brother,
Loved religiously by her martyr mother
Whom she hid under layers of clothes with much shame, 
Never to reveal to the men who yearned to see her

Brother was always there, staring into the void,
A tumor child, shriveled, though gazing
A wretched burden to the girl now woman,
Her heart pounding with unanswered questions…

“Father...” She whispered, alone.
“Salt upon the wound, worthless is one consumed,
By death dangling upon my very chest…
I cannot live life like the rest, 
The pretty girls of age, with plump and polished breast,
With skin revealed so freely,
Smiles countless, and genuinely……….

See, when a woman is just a woman,
Her opportunities are as easy as her grin,
And her future is clear as her flawless skin…

She bears no little boy attached to her heated body, 
She enjoys little frivolous walks in arms she trusts…
Chance seemingly on their side…
Chance with me, dying, where Brother has died…
My heart could not bear to remove Brother, 
Though even death I do not fear….
Father, I ask…now why, 
Why am I here…? 
And why are they gone? 
All of them….Mother….Brother…..and…. him….”

Standing up, her face hardened
She put on her clothes and makeup, as was her routine,
And with a multicolored scarf she wrapped around her neck and chest
Covering the outline of her ever-gazing Brother
She could not think away from the scarf…
From what was gazing under…
And upon meeting another,
Anxiety raided her every being…
So afraid….and so unsure….


We are born, 
Either man, or woman…
Acceptance of one another’s differences and flaws
Reduces fear of self, replenishes the soul
And love, above all,
Must meander through complications, defects, and serendipity
With a grace only leading one to fulfillment and happiness

  
-Inspired by Justin Bordner’s ‘When a Woman is Just a Woman’ contest

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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Emptyness

A place still lies
Lonely and untouched
Every night it cries
Seeking for its walls to be patched

A place still lies
But dead in its self
With broken memories
And an empty shelf

I struggle to find myself
In the midst of all the strife
But above me a cloud of darkness
So thick, full of sadness

The place will still lie
But not utter a cry
It shall continue to die
Because no one asked why

Copyright © Victor Apeanyo Jr.