Best Way Out Poems
Locked behind these prison bars
Hiding all these deep painful scars
Alone with my heartbroken fraternity
Sentenced to serve time for all eternity
Daydreaming of forever breaking free
Lusting for love, a heartbeat, for me
Cold, this bed, this floor, this breath
Without you, my love, what is left?
Hiding behind lies, not guilty disguise
Raining burning tears behind these eyes
Forgiveness comes too little to late
Handcuffed, soul starved, to die with fate
The story's written, dripping down on the page
Shelter me from this storm, unholy is this rage
Only one way out, of body, from behind bars.
Tasting the freedom released from these scars.
08/20/2014
Rejected
Defected
A hopeless case
Lost, drifting
Vanished without a trace
Sorrowing, woeful
Mired in despair
Anguished
Frustrated
Tearing out fistfuls of her hair
Lonely, yearning
Trapped in solitude
Hoping for a pitying hand
To raise her up and help her stand
Desperate, on edge
Whirling this way and that
Frantic, caged
Like a hissing wild cat
Untamed, undisciplined
An unbroken horse
No kindness, no softness
Her spirit so unyielding and coarse
Is there any hope for her now?
To whom can she turn?
Who would want this rebel child...?
Who can lure her in from the wilds?
Perhaps there is nothing left for this witch
But the muzzle of a gun,
Pressed to her cheek,
The squeeze of a trigger
So obliging and meek
And the crack of the bullet
Splintering her skull
The closing eyes
The graceful fall
And then...
The bloody bittersweet end of it all
Ever take one of those psychological stress quizzes
With one of those psychiatrist
Know-it alls?
Me neither.
Ever gonna?
Me neither.
What would be the point?
Oh, my GAWD! You should be depressed.
Stern look.
I’m not.
Then something is wrong with you.
Thanks.
That will be $150.
You may pay my receptionist on your way out.
That’s it?
Yes, this was your intake session.
I get the receptionist’s phone number on the way out.
We are having coffee so she can tell me more about the
Awful psychiatrist she works for.
I do not feel badly about giving her a
Check that will bounce.
My knees have touched every part of this floor
Not for the satisfaction one would get from acting out a favorite animal position
But more from being dragged around like an animal
My disposition was no longer sweet
Cuts and bruises covered my feet
I tried to run
Even tried jumping out the window
Since luck spared me from being thrown from it yet
But every attempt failed
I was jailed
I placed my hands on the glass
Clear for the world to see
In hopes that someone, anyone
Would save me
Each day I placed another blood stained hand print on the window
Passerby must have thought I was an artist
Red turkey decorations
In the middle of summer?
They must have thought it weird
As they just looked and passed by
My cries were heard only by me
Numerous phone calls made to the police
One time too many, I guess
Because their visits ceased
I was advised to file an Order of Protection
Since the police themselves couldn’t offer protection
My mind was boggled with the thought of useless police
With such closed minds and biased beliefs
It was my fault for being in the situation I was in
Thanks a lot to those women
Who deceitfully mirrored my pain,
Willfully brought shame to my name
For women, they are insane
For thinking this is a game
I am a woman
And because of that
I get choked with
The insanity cloak
From the first mention of domestic violence
I was so sick and tired of
My pleas for help
Being greeted with silence
The first chance I got
I filed an Order of Protection
Thinking this was my underground railroad to freedom
Just to think
I survived through all the punching, slapping, pushing
Rapes and threats
Just to have this order of so-called protection
Place the highest bet
On my life
I made it under ground and realized
The grass is greener on the other side
But why did I have to die?
We dragged the slopes to our feet.
On the summit, we burnt our clothes
for wood and there shuffled our feet
in the hush of the falling snow.
We had come out of the scuffed grass.
With one look back in unbelief
exhuming the long trek
the silent keen
puffing through blubbery fingers.
We pulled the hoofed trail through
the trapdoor of our unchained links
foisting for new heights.
Beyond the Appalachian Mountains
the hanging fern on pine dripped snow
on moles burrowing in gashed hollows.
We paused. In that doubtful moment
we rued the climb, succumbing to the assault
upon this stilled millennia’s eerie silence.
All that time the swivelling blizzards raged
shifting soil, eroding avalanches.
Below, burgeoning customs
unmaned the silent dignity of bisons.
All bore testimony to a familiar preparation.
And then, suddenly before our eyes
the solemn ground rose with the breeze
the spangled map changing to the quick:
Chicago Pittsburgh Kansas City
wild barnyards dry-coughing, pop-corning garages
horrent timber ribbed the coasting steamboats
the linoleum walls
the mild Indian piqued he was
by the mahogany cubism of our speech.
We wondered if coming so far
only mattered, we would be content
to build a fire, here and now
and unpack our horses.
We saw little need to go on.
One night the summit might open
up and swallow us all or old age
would come upon us like a lonely neighbour
on a pretext to the door.
© T.Wignesan 1964
London, U.K.
[from the collection: tell them i’m gone, 1983; published in Fire Readings (A Collection of Contemporary Writing from the Shakespeare & Company Fire Benefit Readings). Paris-Boston: Frank Books, 1991, pp. 36-37.]
When it comes to doing the right thing by ratting on the enemies and/or whatnot, these
people have no regrets. When it comes to dating and writing poems of their own, there's no
turning back. And when it comes to getting into positive situations in life, there's no
way out. These type of things have been like that since day one, especially way before we
were born. For one, having no regrets mean he or she has done nothing wrong. The second
part is when he or she's planning on doing something out of the ordinary like going
sky-diving, snowboarding, or whatever, there's no turning back for them. And when it comes
to doing the right thing like giving back to the community, trying to prevent disasters
from happening day in and day out, there's no way out of those great situations. Seems as
though God has been watching all of us human beings for some time to come, even after the
Earth was created. The best thing about not making a lot of regrets in life is when he or
she's got a free spirit and a pure heart. Well, I guess good fortune will happen to the
ones who don't have selfish agendas or whatever. And if these people keep up doing the
right thing for their communities and stuff, there's no telling what positive thing might
happen next. And just like I said: "No Regrets, No Turning Back, and No Way Out."
Way out in the country.
That's where I want to go.
Way out in the country.
That's where I want to go.
You see them deep dark forest.
Along the country road.
You see them deep dark forest.
Along the country road.
I see them smiling faces.
As I make my way.
I see them smiling faces.
As I make my way.
Way out in the country.
That's where I want to go.
Way out in the country.
That's where I want to go..
You see them woman they know.
What type of man I am..
You see them woman they know..
What type of man I am..
They know I'm no stranger.
When I make my way.
They know I'm no stranger.
They give me fortune and fame..
Way out in the country.
That's where I want to go..
Way out in the country..
That's where I want to go..
Country Lyrics By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1985,2015..ALL rights reserved..
For a diet there’s a number of clauses,
and natural food brings many applause's,
so for veggies I yearned,
until I soon learned,
most of us die from natural causes.
When life
seems all
hopeless
still don't
you loose
all
scope of
hope
for there's
this thing
dangling
in the air
Reach out
for God's
sturdy
rope.
For how
sure can
you be
that
death will
take you
to a
better fate
What if
you are
plunged
into a
plight
much
worse
where
there's no
turning
back at
any rate!
You too
haven't
been
infallible
and above
all
blame
that you
wish for a
perfect
rosy life
The
excuses
for suicide
are usually
so lame
better
enjoy your
share
even so in
strife.
Donot
friend,
plan to
commit
this act
just to
invoke
another's
pity and
regret
The pity
and regret
will
come and
go
besides it
soothes
no
decomposed
and a large
slice of
your life
may go
wasted.
Why rush for thy grave,
for greater gloom
Suicide's ain't a way out
fellow human friend
Pray a godless way not
send you unto this doom
You haven't right to bring
any life to its end.
And it's probable that all
those years
that you now wish to
recklessly discard in dust
have something bright
ahead, got to be a ray of
hope
Extinguish it not if in God
you trust!
It is daunting and challenging to wear smile no matter how thin in
face of depression.
Like a lose balloon in the face of rushing hurricane wind, you feel
helpless and hopeless at the grip of monster claws of deep dark.
Your smartness, beauty and pride buried in dust of sorrow and
solitude; gloomy and cloudy moments nest and rent the air, courage
and self worth hijacked by entrapment wind of darkness.
You have come a long way not to remember the gift of joy and great
source of happiness you have been to all in need.
Search deep within your heart to see many challenges and battles
you have won to get here.
You have not been a coward nor back down on any challenge; you
have been very deceive and courageous.
Like a child in a candy shop, you have been very happy and grateful
for little things of life.
It may be hard to remember every length, width and depth of the past;
but a flash back will throw some light in dark depressing valleys of life.
Take a deep breathe, let it out, deep breathe again and again.
Rejoice for ability to inhale and appreciate air at will without struggle.
Share your pretty smile for others to find strength to face their
challenges.
Take a long deep breathe, listen to songs of silence and melodious
music of moments for rejuvenation
let go of your self, rock your feet and swing and hands front and back
to sweet songs of nights for joy of new day and fresh beginning.
Visualize yourself in arms of love on a dance floor without care and
stress but music of love and excitement in the air.
Like molten lava of volcano let loose joy within you to drown darkness
and depression.
Never forget that you are built to overcome
Poetry Contest "Give me a Ghazal" Entry
No Other Way Out
So very still eyes cast inch by inch, still afraid of what's to come.
Not knowing how you got into this pinch, still afraid of what's to come...
Pondering your reflective time used to unbetter life.
A stone turns, a branch breaks, sudden flinch, still afraid of what's to come...
If only you were a good boy, a very, very good, good boy.
Your heart might breathe as your lungs unclench, still afraid of what's to come...
Saddened by your inability to stop the war in your head.
Thinking thoughts of the right way to lynch, still afraid of what's to come...
That's it, ending it, tie the knots like Michael's perfect braided noose.
Around the neck, standing chair, drop, cinch, still afraid of what's to come?...
We all know someone who has been depressed before.
We might have experienced depression ourselves. Being stressed out has become a integral part of life for many. Possibly we are withdrawn and feeling numb inside. Stress can be a result of many everyday occurrences. Financial problems, getting in debt or overextended, is a stressor most of us have shared with millions. The loss of a loved one, a marriage or breakup is a common stressor. A change in circumstances, an eviction notice or your home being foreclosed upon, car repossessed and homelessness have become commonplace as well. Going through bankruptcy, a pay cut, layoff at work or having to suspend further education due to lack of funds has touched many lives. These stressors are not rare but as a community we see them happening daily. Society as a whole expects us to just move on and deal with these ups and downs with little or no effect on our mental and physical well being. I specifically use these terms, because often this toll greatly effects the individual and then is ignored. As we take our health for granted and are ashamed of the stigma attached to any kind of mental health issue, we overlook the consequences of everyday stress.
I found the way out
found out
I found
the way out
way out
way
way out
out to
the hereafter
hereafter
the hereafter
here
after
after here
the hereafter
way way out
out way
out
to out
hereafter
he
her
here
after
way out
to here after
found the way
the way
found out
the way
I found the way out
to the hereafter.
There is too much silence
In this English world
I can hear the feeling
Making its way into my soul
I’ll stick to the thought
We spent a few minutes
On a nightful bench
My love didn’t have enough time
to dance its way out…
She is standing there, in the small kitchen
While far away her husband is fishing.
Despairing tears fall down her gentle face
How could she have brought upon this disgrace?
She had a family, a perfect life
Now she'll be labeled as a cheating wife.
On her heart is etched the story of sin
With lies and deceit, one can never win.
"This secret my husband can never know
I'll tell him its his when I start to show."
Inside she knows he will never believe
The only option is for her to leave.
She cannot walk out of her own home,
The last thing she wants is to be alone.
Suddenly her husband walks in the door.
Scared, she pulls a steak knife out of the drawer.
She goes in for the hug, knife in hand
Her reasoning fully at fears command.
The steak knife falls swiftly to the hard ground
Her ex-husband follows, not making a sound.
"I'm feeling like some take-out for dinner,
I'll be home soon," says the crazed sinner.
She closes the door and turns off the lights,
His body left to the roaches and mice.