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Trapped in a box of the oppressors mind
A paradoxical sentence where we don't get to survive
Silence a promise to a world outside
Compliance a prison confined till we die
Discombobulated choices
Either way each decision an enemy
A fight for survival
The endgame autonomy
But freedom is a prize - unsure if we will win
When survival equals suicide
And resistance is treason
A lose - lose situation
A competition that'll never end
In life and in death
Peace was never our friend
Narrative controls our fate
Power manipulates the truth
Dead or alive
Our voices are of no use
A truce is not an option
When equality they hated
They needed reason to stay relevant
To feed delusion and an ego complex
What is a decision when there was never a choice
Where our fate is decided, yet are told we have free will
Like a game of Chinese whispers
Used to mess with our heads
No clear path
Just a warped road ahead
How do we who are black ever get to rest
When a world so heavily dependent
Decide our torture will never end
Or maybe it's just instinct
An ancestral trend
A legacy carried through the oppressors generations
A paradox so tangled a struggle to undo
A game of tug and war where both sides are losers
As long as their hate exists
We'll always be stuck as players in a game we were forced to play
A game created where being black solidified your status
In a game built on racism - will we ever have any black winners?
“Wicked Web of Woes”
Is there a reason
to rhyme when
lifeless fingers
breathe toxic agony,
whilst disgraced
quill suffocates
from wildering
riddles swerving to
the stillness
of calcified air?
As today, my heart
keeps pacing,
searching for a
symphony of serenity-
amid wayward clemency,
and when the first star
of the evening sky,
fades and shatters
upon a celestial canvas
of colorless dreams.
I feel the sweeping
wings of salvation,
resting amidst
clipped faith,
drifting swiftly towards
abandoned clarity;
exiled into
barren fields of
vast polarities,
where hope collapses
into an eternal demise,
tangled within a
wicked web
of woeful sagas,
trapped between
heavy clouds
of unshed tears,
beneath the
crisp cusp of sanity.
Yet I stand in
sweltering silence,
recollecting lost
chronicles of
who I once was,
whilst I’m drowning
in waves of
vexing numbness,
screaming into
the oblivious
spheres cloaked
in smoky
arctic haze,
questioning the
captive chains
of reality,
in dialects only
the moon
can comprehend.
Am I destined
to be caged
in sinful darkness
that the
world fed me,
with sharpened
knives at
empty tables,
with faceless
ghosts of yesterday?
Perhaps there’s
still a poem
that can unlock
the mystery
to a future that
thrives with
fruitful orchards,
where rain that
tastes succulent
wouldn’t burn
your flesh,
for even the
milky-ways would
unravel a realm where
everything should
be as it seems.
Vanquishing the
strings that bind—
daring me to breathe.
Ink Empress
Fading Star Silence
His hands traveled over my body
Like a blind man learning the lay of the land of my bodied brail world
His breath,
SO intoxicating.........brings forth springs of truth
Disconnected words, but admissions of truth.
Like... I. ummmmm.. just. Not normally like this..
youuuu...
you make meeeeee flustered
but... I like it
My
Sentences,……………………words………and…. Thoughts…………………chyeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Face
Flushing
With
My animal desires
To lose myself
Surrender it to the moment because the moment
Where you are kissing my neck getting my legs all tangled in yours our hearts
Rapidly beating through our thin layers of t-shirts
has me completly gone
and when I say gone I mean far past jupiter a thousand galaxies away laying in a cloud of bunnies.
he
his tongue
Down my
Neck and…………………………….
There
I
Go a thousand miles away from where my critical thinking part of my brain ANALYZES
LUSTFUL SYNTHESIS.
i know i am
Losing
my common sense
Sighs of happiness
Higher than any hard hit of Marijuana
Ughhhhhhhhh chyeaaaaaaaaaaaa
toes
so numb
Feeling lie I am hovering over top of my bed in ecstasy
INSTEAD I am laying here hours later alone in the dark typing suprisingly happy romantic poetry.
Since when did the poetess write a happy romantic piece for her poetry...
his cologne
sits on my skin. He is the sweetest sin
I would drink his kisses over and over again.
beause my mind is lost again.. taken by the tide
I am swept away again...
Drawn into his arms like the alternating parts of a magnet
I move to him Like the constant pull of the moon to the tide
My chest rises
And falls
as I take deep breathes of
happiness in
it has been so long my lungs have only been lifted
by my lonely chagrin
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm my Heart rate is
Dropping rapidly
my shoulders so tense before now sink into the fabric of his Vista Crusier
like playdough left out in the sun
He is pleasure in the form of a human
AND FOR ONCE TONIGHT
he has me at a loss for words
Form:
Nature and nurture clash inside her restless mind,
Unarguably adrift, a vessel lost in time.
Her head cradled in clouds, soft as whispered lies,
Unrelenting storms brew behind distracted eyes.
Bereft of understanding, incorrigible flame,
She burns through warnings, reckless, without shame.
A fragile adolescent tangled in revolt,
Pregnant with tomorrow’s pain, a story left untold.
Anguish coils like smoke, shading tears in the rain,
Sorrow seeps through cracks, a slow, unyielding stain.
Foreboding hangs like thunder, heavy on the heart,
Each choice a fracture, tearing worlds apart.
Distrusting hands reach out, but she slips through their grasp,
Unreliable, disappointing — the echoes of a gasp.
The fire she set consumes the fragile walls of trust,
Selfish flames licking, turning hope to dust.
In reckless abandon, she shatters fragile peace,
Without regard for the pain, the ache that will never cease.
Peer pressure, abortions carved in shadow’s deep,
A delinquent’s path where sorrow never sleeps.
Her wrong is a sorrow thick with unspoken blame,
A weight that bends the sky, drowning out the flame.
And yet, beneath the storm, the heavy, trembling night,
A young soul fights the darkness — lost, but holding tight.
Starry-eyed young lady with spellbinding
Voice skillfully drew him in
Spirited in nature with love abounding
He longed to touch her silken skin
Slowly the tangled love web she did spin
Sunny disposition as bright as sunny day
Shimmering in moonlight she danced to him
Smoldering emotions she held at bay
Smart is she, sophisticated, and a lady
Superb talents, calm, and steadfast
He found that she was supportive ready
Definitely one who is an enthusiast
Sweet and charming joyful to brim
Surprising that she won him with a hymn
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Choice of form: Sonnet
Contest: Romance
Sponsor: David Williams
Poetry sad and artistic,
With words like a mystic;
The art of my verse is beautiful and deep,
My whirling words frantic.
Sometimes just heartsick,
Poems, fragments of life that flow, creep;
Like swirling leaves.
Frozen in time verse,
Writing can be a curse;
Ars poetica entwined with weeping tears,
Heart and soul I immerse.
Tangled journey to transverse,
My destiny to pen beauty is crystal clear,
A whirlwind of words.
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May 21, 2015
Poetry/Rhyme/Verse/Words Frozen in Time
Copyright Protected, ID 05-676-067-21
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, ARS Poetica Contest,
sponsor, Thomas Martin, Judged 2015
First Place
Dalliance With The Winter Birch
Crystal glances at the brilliant blue
Marching up there with blinding sun soaked sky
Clouds stream by
They come apart in seams of wonder
As the day begins to shine
Work waits there on the farm
A dalliance with winter wind and trees begin
White limbs swing limp, spring back again on birches
Firm roots, frozen earth, hold the hard wood down
I climb the highest branches there
At 8:00 am farm chores start once again
They can wait for just a while longer
While all of nature sinks into the skin
As I figure out how to return
Somehow I got lost above the trees
Tangled in the maze of branches
Caught, never found, while climbing birches
Never quite figured out
Which way was up or down
I’m hating myself for the person I’ve become
I’m different to all And not just some
I swear a chimp would succeed more than me
isolation my best friend I believe
Intelligence is there but I live like I’m dumb
progression always stalls
I guess I’m a chump
I left it to fate when I went for suicide
it was chance pure chance
I really should’ve died
there’s no reason at all
that I would be found
I thought I’d be placed
6 foot underground
So I live with this hate that I have for myself
I will never have a family with this mental health
I must have been Hitler in my last life
Cus nothing good occurs just misery and strife
Left-handed right handed ADHD
depression self loathing and anxiety,
I’m sick to death of how I be it keeps me inside
every day I say I’ll fight then I just hide,
I haven’t got a drive
I haven’t got pride
How can I fight
with desire to die
how can you make life
when you ain’t really alive
then I ask,
If I feel like this I should be proud I survive
Trying to finish me off but can’t stop my stride,
And if I ever meet depression in the physical form
I will inflict more damage than a biblical storm,
I think the anger hands me an angle
but unsighted what good is a candle
senses blind and the brain sits tangled
but the body fresh able not mank or mangled,
in a fight I fight if I can coordinate
if you move and think you can harness strength
Sighted unsighted you ain’t damned or too late
If you can move and think you must operate
change your world if it’s bringing you down
climb up it laugh and clown around
Cus everybody is destined for the ground
when everyone stays no thoughts sight or sound
so taste the air the nectar and flair
allow the dreams that are not there
smell the roses get caught on the nettles
And if life is bad refuse to settle
I’m not thinking of the person I’ve become
but what I can build what can be done
I miss the people the scenes and sun
why am I sitting when the option is run
why am I thinking of what is and has been
wiped the hate and mean clear so the knocker is clean
set out and enjoy the dreams achievable
always be positive because the air is breathable
Reach for the impossible however unbelievable
I stand unbeaten and therefore unbeatable
September brings cheers, Mother Nature’s woven tapestry of earth tone colours and first day of school of learning new things. By_Poet
Warm, cornflower blue September skies,
Chase away end of summer
Escorting in the beginning of
Unruffled, cool, wet, autumn
Shortening the days.
Days of exhausting work
From dusk until dawn
Bring a successful abundant harvest
As summer closes.
Touch of living gaze and jump into
An intricate maze of crescendo color,
Flickering in a tangled blaze
Of whispering filigreed leaves.
Mother Nature's natural unspoiled
Watercolor weft tapestry.
The air creeps along
Filled with tickled laughter
Bring shedding leaves down
Onto the ground cover.
Rainy, and sunny filled days
Raise a gentle favouring breeze
Journey under gray and orange skies.
Nature's essence,
Of harmony and rhythm
A soul of perfection beneath
Shadowed shade and sigh
The flow of rapture proceeds in joy.
Children go back to school
On the big yellow bus
Driving the bus driver crazy.
8/29/2019
''T'' Contest, New Or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Original title: September
Written: August 12, 2023
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I fitfully stumble through bramble and briar.
Cut by the cold promise of a lost season's fire,
It says it will lead me where I must roam.
Into our perennial place by the fire at home.
where memories of beauty before the fall,
Are alive and vibrant, standing tall.
A journey through thorns that may prick and tear
But I'll tread with courage, for love will be there.
The path may twist, with darkness in its wake.
But I'll follow the light, for love's sake.
Through tangled vines and tangled thoughts,
I'll push through the bramble, no matter the cost.
Beyond the thorns, there lies a treasure.
A sanctuary of love and pleasure.
A hidden world, where dreams come alive
Where the heart finds solace—love will thrive.
As I walk this path, a bird begins to sing.
Its mottled wings softly brushed away sorrow's sting.
Its melody fills the air—a sweet and soothing sound.
Guiding me forward as I journey around.
Through the bramble and briar, I'll forge my own way.
With hope as my compass—I'll not beat astray.
For in the evergreen of us, I find strength and peace.
A refuge from the chaos, a place of release.
The memories of beauty—fuel my desire.
To sustain pushing forward—to never tire.
In a world of anguish, frustration, and despair,
I'll continue to walk—love is always there.
Through swirls and tribulations—I'll persist.
Knowing that love's warmth cannot be missed
So, I'll stumble and fall—but I won't cave in.
I wish that love's journey is worth the pain.