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so easy to fall, and so hard to break free
somehow as a child I knew
it was as if they knew my name before I had a clue
at 10 reading books about orphans
free from the church
the dignity of evil
nuns silently brought
the battle of addiction began without meaning
images crept into my head at ten
child orphans hooked on opiates
living on the street homeless
but somehow free
my time as a child skipped over
teen experimentation
no social life
and straight into motherhood
the first time I ran from myself
9 months of being a teen
happy, unknowing
thrown straight into postpartum trauma
with a child of an older man
who knew everything
gaslight dreams flickering
fading with every press
morphine drip, and 3 months asleep
surgical birth
I didn't hear her cries
asleep she was taken
my ship was sinking
bonds breaking silence
anger grew like a cancer
hurricane spiraling within
my fist at the end of the funnel
ready to blow
a target in the darkness
floating on hope
circled by the unseen voices
whispering my doom
seven years of a precious life
lost to me
“end it all”
“leave it all behind”
ashamed, grasping at threads
death refused to take me
shouting “fight with patience”
through the thick
the echoes lightyears away from my ears
20 years locked up as grown child
mentally fatigued
10 more years locked up in the standards
of what society calls marriage
an adult thing to do
pleading for help
from grandmother's psychology degree
with the words
“keep your mouth shut for your daughter's sake,
she needs both her parents”
I ran a 2nd time
chained to my abusers
demon bound chasing
with overbearing shouts
30 missed calls in a row
shaming me, nothing was ever the right thing
couldn't have me, so stole all that they could
and the only child I ever held
10 years of tears
angry and depressed
hating every new day
afraid of happiness
dreaming of death
unable to save my child
from barely escaping repeated
suicide attempts
kept away
stayed away
threatened by his constant
demanding
civil servants to tell me
no one could help
without a proper court installed judgment
hellraiser dug the chains in deep
waiting for me to succeed to the pain
that kept my nervous system alight with fire
Frankii <3 Fame
5-8-2024 1:11 am
You walked away
you left me behind
you stole my hope
you stole my life
you didn't care
you didn't mind
you wanted to believe
all was fine.
You closed your eyes
when I was around
you never once
looked down
so many days
you were no found
now you want to imagine
I wasn't drowned...
And I can't believe you try to pretend it didn't happen,
I needed you so much and you weren't there....
and I can't believe you want me to be happy
when you didn't even give one reason to believe you care...
You walked away
you didn't look back
you had so many chances
to find your track
something was wrong
all was cracked
but it wasn't me
that is a fact.
Jessica
The Final Poem
I have spent so much time
A large part of my life
Writing stories
Putting words to poems I hear in my mind
I have poured out my heart
Emptied my mind
And talked of emotion I didn't know I had
Through all of it my tablet has been my friend
Something I could never be without
I know it will be with me the day I die
The day the soul that helped me write
Leaves me behind to return home
My tablet will still be in my hand
My last poem will be on the screen
The best poem I had ever written
But, it will not be finished
It still had so much more to say
When you read it
Please do not finish it
Share it with everyone you know
Let them all know what my last words were
Let them remember me as a poet
A poet who never had the chance
To finish what he had to say
Nature was created in silence…her beauty meant to endear
but if we look behind her curtain of silence…what wonderful sounds we hear.
Lift the curtain on a forest path…listen to the breeze…
pause next to a field of wildflowers…listen to the bees.
Lay your ear against the wrinkled trunks and listen to the trees
Next to a lake after a winter snow…listen to the freeze.
Stop before the opening in the rocks…listen to the cave.
Stand along the shoreline…listen to the waves.
Turn your head up to the heavens…then gently close your eyes…
listen to the clouds as they soar across the sky.
Listen to the stars at night…you can almost hear their dreams.
Linger on the riverbank…listen to the stream.
Behind her curtain of silence…nature conducts her symphony.
Behind her curtain of silence…you will find her harmony.
Behind her curtain of silence…softly filling the air…
a myriad of wonders…waiting for you there.
It was just a silly joke
Now I'm about to get choked
BY your hands grasping on tight
On my neck I'm losing sight
Fading from the dizziness
I am losing consciousness
I thought you would have a laugh
You look like your gonna crack
Please let go so I can breath
Lose your grip so I can ease
Back into a breathing state
We are on a happy date
Having fun until I said
Something crazy in my head
It came out what a fright
Now I need to make it right
From the question asked from you
Turning your sweet smile to
A sad, horrible sight
Asking if your jeans fit tight
I said your butts a big bubble
Now I am in so much trouble
Please think quickly
Form your words more carefully
When your asked another question
Maybe you will learn a lesson
Not to joke but really give
An answer not insensitive
Saying you look really fine
Not you have a big behind
Written: August 26, 2023
With Each Morning Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Martin Braun
Quote: "Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
a hint of memories that came millenniums before,
and the radiance of God’s glory, eying from behind the shore,
is a new dawn, for our taking."
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In the world of dreams, where hopes reside,
Where fresh beginnings softly collide,
Whispered in the wind, gentle lore,
As the radiance of God's glory will pour
Reflections of pink and gold on heaven’s floor,
a hint of memories that came millennia before,
With a glint of God's light behind the shore,
stands for us as a raw page, eager to explore.
Eying from behind the shore's embrace,
A recent dawn emerges with boundless grace.
In this realm of dreams, where hopes reside,
A firm chapter unfolds, with promises wide.
Economic developments, a canvas to rearrange,
Brushstrokes of progress, rearranging the range.
Wheat prices are high, a harvest delight,
But misery rose, casting shadows in the night.
Inflation grip tightens, a burden to bear,
Yet hope lingers strong in the realm of dreams' air.
For in this land, where possibilities bloom,
We strive for a future that banishes gloom.
The struggles we face,
Are but stepping stones in this vast space,
In the realm of dreams, where hopes reside,
We find the strength to overcome each tide.
Though challenges may come, such as storms at sea,
We navigate with courage and unity.
For in this realm of dreams, where hope resides,
We find the strength to rise and stride.
We embrace the fresh dawn, so divine.
With eyes fixed on the horizon's gleam,
We step into the future akin to a dream.
In the realm of dreams, where hopes shine
Wheat prices are high, but hearts are strong.
We rise above; together, we belong.
Misery may rise, but so does our will.
To create a world where all can thrive and fulfill
I remember you holding me in your arms
Rocking me gently while singing lullabies
I remember when you lived a short walk away
Relatives were local and get-togethers were the norm
I remember your amazing purple mohair sweater
You knit exquisitely and wore so gracefully
I remember your scented creams and signature ring
I never grew tired of holding your hand
And telling you how much I loved you
I remember watching in awe your bedtime routine
As you meticulously undid your braided coif
Dropping your soft wavy hair to your waist
I remember you never missed Sunday mass
And held on to that glow throughout the week
You knew about plants with their healing powers
Neighbors came to you for answers and advice
I remember how you would scrape savings for travel
Always working in visits to friends who had moved away
I remember the aroma of the pies you baked
After tireless hours of quilting, sewing, weaving
Embroidery, knitting, crocheting, and whatever else
I remember there was nothing you couldn’t do
You started tutoring me when I was three
And probably earlier as I was eager to learn
It was my favorite form of play
I remember hearing your schoolhouse stories
I’d picture a little house in a field and your teacher attire
Your turn-of-the-century class full of kids
Then I’d let you continue teaching me to read, write and count
Though I wasn’t yet of school age
I remember being uprooted and moving to the country
Leaving city life and you behind
I remember how good life was when I had you
To turn to for support and guidance
Or just for your warm bountiful embrace
I remember getting that gut wrenching feeling
That bitter call in the middle of the day
As I was told the crushing news
I would never again see, touch or hold you
How can I not remember
The inconsolable devastation that never dimmed
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~ALWAYS WITH ME~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2026, 1st place 2020
Submitted on September 26, 2017 for contest LOVE FOR MOVIE SCREEN sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
In finding that one that was lost
Sometimes has a bridge to cross
No bridge too far might be said
All depends on the clues where lead
Are they strange the places we look
Are sad or harmful the places we’re took
Is desire or love we seek worth finding
Behind what obstacles are the wanted hiding
Are the dangers hidden possible surviving
While this hunger continue it’s habitual thriving
Could what I seek be the cause of dying
Is it that I suffer from worth the crying
Is missing caused by misunderstanding
Can traditional laws be more than demanding
Or would fate find a way to leave me standing
And another lost cause my reason for damning
Torn skirt billowing behind you
like a parachute,
you fell,
fell,
for the telescoped eternity
of two seconds.
The pond turned its blind eye
to the sky,
and the shuddering gate
swung shut.
No one was talking.
Next day, the sun stirred
the larkspur into bloom again.
A rambler saw the flattened weeds,
suspected a fox,
and poked around for feathers.
They found your body later:
drowned in the darkness of the wood.
And raped,
or so the papers said.
‘A rendezvous with death’
was how one writer put it.
The police are looking for a man in black.
First published in Landfall, New Zealand
Yet where there were curses , you will find scars, Where I found my secrets, you will see my quiet lies. What pain hides, it also still shows, Its fact hoed through ruined trails, it snares.
In shadowed dark, a fire still gleams, An ember bright that even pain redeems. The knives that gut are mirrors, clothed in mourning, Reflecting strength once buried beyond understanding.
We learn to draw a sharp edge by hand, To forge a shield of what one cannot stand. For shadows whisper stories, dark but bright, Of powers found where light is scarce and slight.
Behind the door, the soul finds light turn up, In shadows' tales, it learns to rise for us. The night is long, through wounds won, a future breathes, Where time’s embrace, in life, lays true to its sheathe.
From hushed hallways where voices of shadows call, A symphony of victory rings with thrall. The heart that braved each bitter eclipse. Now throws its dreams on dawn’s gentle lips.