Long Striked Poems
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I am fearless
coz I have abandoned the sense of being,
Wandering around aimlessly;
Coz the coldness is what I am addicted to
and a home is what in my 7 years of age ;I haven’t seen.
I pass by the warm hugs and thread like promises,
I see there affection ,
a mere reflection of sympathy.
I maintain the space saying,
`My burning Mom had still more
love to shower on Me,
Before He `her husband` striked his thunder
and led her flee;
So Please do not come Near
Her fire is still alive in Me.
I tell People To,
Stop just watching by,
the silence of the saints
on the victims cry.
For More doors to Open,
amidst the silent sufferings
I need to find a better way.
I learnt I am Fearless
Because I learnt to Sustain,
Power lacks dependence
Maybe that can hinder this suffering chain.
November again!
Striked euphoria, inevitable pain
clouds dry with no rain
dried are those eyes
and those mastermind lips
clichéd, dumbstruck! only losses, no gain
Little sweetums!
it's your fault,be in shame
It's November again!
January excites, May takes away
misery extends till predator's pray
reticence of melancholy, no words to say
August pours in the void
Till the fall you become paranoid
hopes were false and true fears came
It's November again!
to which it's almost an end
but with the end and the stain
Little sweetums!
It's your fault,be in shame
It's November again!
America as we know it
Was hit with a terrible blow
Death and destruction was a new low
The terrorist striked
With a strong force of hate
They used all their tricks
To open up the gate
The gate to America
They plotted and planned
Sneaked and watched
Joining together for an all out march
Hitting us hard where it hurt the most
Destroying our economy
Laughing with boast
Boasting and mocking us, jumping with joy
Playing with us, just like a toy
Our twin towels laid in rubble
They bust those towles, just like a bubble
Back then, so many lives were destroyed
What can we do now, oh boy, oh boy
“Did it hurt,” I asked
Lily looked at me her expression unmasked
“Did what hurt?”
“Always having to be on the alert?”
Before she could respond, I continued, “Watching and waiting for the next strike.”
She sighed before saying, “we’re alike.”
“How would you know?”
She breathed out a laugh. “It’s not like you need outward injuries to show.”
I blinked, “what do you mean?”
“Sometimes, the worse cuts are those that cannot be seen.”
She cupped my face with her hand
I could feel my tears fighting to withstand
“You don’t have to be the one abused to feel the effects of an abuser.”
“I know how you may want to keep quiet. You don’t want to seem like an accuser.”
My face trembled in her hand
“And I’m not saying you have to take a stand.”
“But, trauma is trauma, my little flower.”
“And no matter what you do, you should not cower”
A tear slipped from my moist eye
She then cupped my face with both hands before whispering, “it’s important to cry”
I whispered back, “but what if I don’t want to cry.”
“With each tear, you are kissing your hurt goodbye”
“That is why it is so important to cry.”
“I don’t want to admit it hurts,” I sighed
“For I wasn’t the one who was striked.”
“Every time you witnessed, you were stripped.”
“What do you mean,” I asked
“You now have a cut within your soul that cannot be masked.”
“No matter how long the clock ticks, you will always have those cuts within your soul.”
“So, don’t act like you should not hurt because you are no longer whole.”
She squeezed my cheeks with her hands, “Nothing is your fault, that you must not forget”
“You are a victim and have every right to be upset.”
“But I-”
“No buts. You will not feel guilty if you must cry.”
I blinked, for I could not speak
Lily's color began to fade, “I must go now, but remember you are not weak”
“Never forget what I’ve told you,” she said as she lowered her hands from my face
She then tugged me into the most comforting embrace
“Okay,” I breathed
She gave me a soft smile before disappearing, “Okay indeed.”
[Character is Lily Bloom from the book It Ends With Us]
(verse 1)
You are not a stranger
to my ever loving anger
Violence is just a stain
hiding what’s in my abyss
Silence is empty bliss
tonight you’ll feel my strain
(Chorus)
I bring you down
to keep myself high
I keep you low
to bring myself up
feel my fist
twisted is my love
striked down by the glove
you are not dismissed
(verse 2)
Let the crimson rain
wash away the stains
from the pain
of the chains
keeping you down
Burdensome is the crown
forged by cataclysmic tendencies
and saturnine atrocities
(Chorus)
I bring you down
to keep myself high
I keep you low
to bring myself up
feel my fist
twisted is my love
striked down by the glove
you are not dismissed
Twisted Love
8-14-‘18 revised: 11-18-‘18
Lyricist Inc.
David A.Porter
3/21/17
Is it going to be the low, high, wrong or right path?
Something I've grasped
You can't get any time back
Days and nights just might pass
Quite fast
The weather and intentions of people colder than ice packs
Humans kill and fight over cash
Just like that
In more or less than five flat
How quickly some will put a knife in your back
Trying to set you up in some kind of trap
Regardless of if it leaves all ties slashed
Too many have little to no regard for life and laugh
And it is not by chance
Sometimes due to a leak in a line of gas
Explosions caused after one striked a match
Usually causing damage and a bright flash
Medicines made by plants
Occasional ocean waves with white caps
Vague and very well defined maps
Crude and fine crafts
Dotted, single colored and striped hats
Near and far from spice racks
As well as any spyglass or wine glass
There was different types of bats
Inside a mineshaft
A sack of rice sat
Ending up becoming a nice snack
For several sighted or blind rats
A house with orange, grey , black and white cats
And nine mats
Several windows ajar so there is a slight draft
In the sky photographed
Another unidentified craft
Not going to give this a timestamp
While using a stihl trimmer to slice the grass
By: Dalton Ogletree
1/26/24
Y'all woke up a sleeping giant
Y'all interrupted my peace and quiet
Ya'll don't know how to be silent
Y'all still remain mean and violent
Most of y'all fake
Just like these tyrants
Y'all think you're so great
Let the world know, there's nothing you can keep private
Many of y'all already three striked it
Most of y'all switch sides like tide shifts
As quick as a flick of the light switch
Y'all act all high and mighty, yet are far from righteous
Y'all still are being biased
Y'all don't listen even when one is teaching the science
It's always three sided
Skies darkened or brightened
Senses heightened
Don't be frightened
Just be yourself not anything that's unlike it
She just wants diamonds and private islands
He wants money to buy it
Most of these sheep blinded
To the truth by staying weak minded
The sound of police sirens
Amid street riots
Meanwhile all across the seas pirates
Targeting elite clients
As the steam rises
Are we to blame for causing extreme climates
Another new disease or virus
Leading right into a deep crisis