Short Pain Society Poems

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Premium Member A Tale of a Ballroom Dance, circa 1925

      His tie knotted tight at the collar
        pinches the neck, he’d love to holler

      Her corset pulled tighter than a drum 
        she’d like to scream, but can only hum

      No sacrifice too great, who worships fashion 
        midnight hour aches and pains ~ faces ashen
Form: Couplet


Women

I like being a woman in a men s world.
         The world think that.
the woman is weak and wan,
         with no strength.
What an illogic logic,
         it seems like it is a creep and cheap world.  
How would they know that,
   how it fells being bleeding five days every month
and still, they think
    we have no strength.......

Thought Stream

She has no face in the world,
Not even a mask to cover this
Scarlet letter riding her back--
How do you erase that sign
But by hiding in the corners
Of your mind,
Blind, deaf and dumb,
Climbing among the numb dead
Folks, who have no clout,
No doubts that they're fodder
For the massive heart attack
Society blends in pots
Of despair, dread and broken dreams, are shot.
Form: Rhyme

Brain On Fire

My Brain is on Fire
My Thoughts are blacken and cracked
My Soul is trapped in a mire 
My Body feels racked 

I am forever changed 
Am I forever lost?
 I am forever deranged
Am I knowing the true cost? 

Oh God, what is the plan 
Why could I have not been hit harder? 
Oh God, I do not know where it began 
Why could I not have been smarter 

I wish I could find peace 
Maybe just find some release?
Form: Rhyme

The Rape Victim

I feel the tinge of pain again.

No,it isn't the wounds that hurt,
But everything else-
The look of sarcasm,
The look of disgust,
The silence of loneliness,
The winds of abandonment,
The occasional frown,
The nameless torture,
The unwanted shameful fame,
The experience of impaired humanity.

As I feel the rope tightening round my neck,
I enjoy the painful bliss;
I pass into the unknown-
Nameless.
Weak.
Stripped of respect,
Of dignity,
Of all things human.
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