Your eyes glisten
and a tear forms.
Your Braille tongue
mouths a silent vocabulary.
The ‘O’ of your mouth
spells out the anguish within,
and with mute hands
you give voice to
an ear-piercing scream.
The room's waiting, like a cage
and blank nothing on the page
draws attention in the dark
waiting, as though for a spark.
But there's something that could fire—
should I run, or still admire
while the monstrous cold white screen,
preparing a built-up scream
—lurking big behind the scene—
suddenly dies, left unseen?
A cold dawn creeps, pale and dead,
I swing from a tree filled with dread.
I rise so fast, I chase the scream,
Lost in a grim and fierce dream.
The wind claws at my hair fast,
I grip the ropes, I gasp at the blast.
Up high I shoot, to pierce the sky,
Where black crows screech, then fly.
The sun sinks down, a red streak bleeds,
Night hunts the yard with dark deeds.
White stars flash out like sharp sparks,
I hide in bed and brave the dark.
She looked alive, her eyes would gleam
But buried deep was every dream
A thousand nights, no one could hear,
Her pain would bleed through every seam
They saw her smile and called her strong,
But never knew her silent theme
They broke her soul behind closed doors,
Then left her floating in a stream
No bruises shown, no shattered glass,
Just quiet wars beneath the beam
The world moved on, her voice stayed trapped,
Inside her ribs, the deadly scheme
Silent Scream
My life or so I thought was smooth-cruising
did all I could do to keep it going that way
then one day it all went downhill fast
what more can I say
our love so I believed was never-ending
the happy couple in a fairy tale come true
when the story ended my friend
who knew what else I could do
if she was sad I didn't see she didn't speak
not a word was said
if things were bad it didn't show
so how was I to know
her love for me was stone cold dead
then she left me and when she walked out
I wanted to scream wanted to shout
but I could only whisper to myself,
“Well what the hell was that all about?”
All I'm left with is take note
now she's no longer here nor there
sunlight reflecting off specks and motes
of memory dust floating in the air
Screams in the daylight
No judge nor jury, bad sins
Archipelago
Painting: The Scream by Edvard Munch
my sweaty palms grip
the sides of my head
eyes wide with terror
a shrill scream rises
in my throat
my stomach is twisted
in Gordion knots
my feet are welded
to the pavement
my knees begin
to buckle
I feel thirty pairs of eyes
staring straight
through me
suddenly my mood
dissipates
thank goodness the tiny
green garter snake
has darted into the bushes
You can scream, 'cause you know
Nowhere else for you to go.
You can kill, pull a knife,
Point a gun, take a life.
But in the end, all will see,
You're a curse to their humanity.
The celeb spell that you cast
Made of nothing but tawdry glass.
You want life 'cause you know
Your money is nothing but a show.
We see your face, know your mind,
The rabid beast in your mankind.
Say you're better than the rest,
Hoist your flag, beat your chest.
Steal the land, poisoned soil,
Drunk on wine, while children toil.
Your masses on popcorn feast,
Worshiping their threadneedle beast.
Take a walk, hug a tree,
Know how life is meant to be.
Don't be caught, in their game.
More you watch, more they tame.
Dumb you down, make you weak,
Breath of innocence the ghouls all seek.
But Alpha Omega knows the plan
Here long before their race began.
Ghoulish time is short, built on tears
Their count in days, months, and years.
Bloody empires, we watched them fall,
Like their savage coliseum wall.
Life you choose, better, or worse,
In, or out, their hologram universe.
Joanna Davis
4th July 2026
Embrace peace is the way
Stop, listen , help the broken hearts!
God’s there ready to answer you
Cry out ~ Cry out
Its ok, to scream and shout
Get the freedom you deserve
Smash every chain
Strongly round your heart today
I did it for my heart
Its great to be free, as a bird in flight
Soaring above the clouds
Observing the beauty, the peace
Healing of deep wounds
It did hurt ~knocked me down
But, never ~ knocked out
Let faith arise , set us free together
Free to be me
Free to be you
I’ve turned up my music
It chills and inspires me today
A day of writing for me
It shall be ~
You said to speak
To say when it was wrong
But with every whisper
To every scream
Everything is silenced
As if nothing was a thing
You say to speak
But never hear
Nothing but anger at the words whispered in a broken voice
Nothing but rage at the thought of speaking up
Then in the silence
Again you say
Speak up
Broken between different verses
Unable to state which way to go
To be as loud as a thunder storm
Or stay quiet and be chided for not wishing to be heard
Would you even listen?
No, I thought not.
Twin seams cross the skin,
Threaded paths where
smiles once lived,
Mending what was torn.
Silence the waves that hit the shore,
Silence the birds they call no more.
Silence the souls lost in night,
Silence echoes no more they fight.
Screams the waves that crash and break,
Screams that cause the thin air to shake.
Screams that tear the soul apart,
Screams that pierce to the heart.
Silently, the screams fill the air,
Screams rising from deep despair.
Silent screams, scream silently.
Silently I scream …. defiantly.
I want to hear the possums screeching
Coming from the trees.
Their noise starts out as scratchy,
Then a terrifying scream.
The curdling of the blood they cause
Can send sane people fleeing.
The cold murderer in the bush
Is who they are seeing.
I know a possum when I hear it,
Trying not to panic.
I need to run now. Get away!
Or things could end up tragic.
Explosions tear the midnight sky apart,
Mothers clutch their children , terror in their heart.
Washington thunders, "We own the dark!"
Tehran vows vengeance with a funeral spark.
Blood rains on ancient streets of stone,
Fathers vanish, leaving empty thrones.
Eagles scream while black flags are flown,
Yet both titans tremble when the reaper's blade is shown.
Ceasefire! they bellow through smoke and flame,
Victors' lies mask the widows' endless pain .
"Glory eternal!" both leaders claim.
While orphans whisper broken prayers in vain.
Oil burns black like souls turned to ash,
Markets laugh as the funeral pyres flash.
" Peace in our time!" they trumpet with a flash-
Then sharpen blades for the next blood-soaked clash.
Two empires dance on a graveyard and grand,
Clenched fists raised over a dying land.
They sign the truce with trembling guilty hands,
And tomorrow..... the screams begin again.
dusk bleeds into flame
as molten threnody throbs
shadows into ash
echoes wail in grey abyss
silence swallows shrouded scream
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