I held the secret that you spoke,
Before the fragile promise broke.
You traded truth to play the game,
And denied the whisper of my name.
You chose the crowd, you chose the lie,
To hide behind a masked reply.
But secrets heavy as a stone
Are no longer mine to carry alone.
I will not bend for fake regret,
Or waste my heart on what you'd forget.
Let the rumors burn and turn to dust,
I am taking back my trust.
The silence clears, the sting is past,
I step away—free at last.
UNWANTED
All along
in the crowd,
justice standing—
seeking
someone to please:-
Like a lonely fish
swimming
in a school-group,
she bites
a baited hook;
and reeled in,
she’s scaled,
unhooked,
and thrown back:
despised and
unwanted:-
Seeing what’s going on in this world today
I realize the law becomes silent when war occurs.
Seems wars can never decides which side is right.
So it is not who is right but who is the strongest.
Perhaps this time this war will kill the right people. But
War cannot rid the injustice of a country for the survivors
will carry the fight in their hearts ready for another time.
Lies started this conflict for lies can poison man of good will.
We really know why our country is involved. The people
in power wants us to forget what’s happening at home.
Scandals, corruption, high prices, as well as sexual misconduct
by politicians in power.
They hope we forget that billionaires are calling the shots.
The red states now know who is to blame for their misery.
they are looking for politicians who will work for them. This
realization will save our working citizens.
Noise, like all unwanted things
Annoyment brings.
Though stripped of what, invasive
Is trappable.
And while affixed to, wingless
A blowiness
Upruffles that pool, kept for thought
Calmly stable.
We walked into church, God saw my lost soul,
I met you and it went away, cuz I wasn’t enough for your economic status.
You saw me and walked away, God told you to turn around and walk the other way, your group I walked into, what a mistake, for I didn’t meet your requirements.. I guess GOD doesn’t save the ugly black sheep.
You say it’s not me, but I see differently, HE spoke to you to walk away,OUR LADY OF GRACE isn’t for me... it’s me, it’s my daughter, AUTISM isn’t for everyone, don’t worry your not the first one to judge, my whole family don’t know how to love US..
So I’m giving you what you wanted a year ago, we are walking away, give you your FAITH a wide birth, Give GOD full access to your faith, don't let US keep HIM from loving you, lighting your path to Heaven.
Maybe I shouldn’t have walked into your small group a year and nine months ago, because I’m the Black Sheep that GOD turned his back on.
“GET BEHIND me UN BELIEVER”. You are NOT my believer, my CHILD” You are thinking as human, NOT as GOD wants for my FAIThFUL SON”..
Here you go GOD, RYAN is all yours”.
Limericks X
This is a more serious limerick:
The Abandoned Child’s Complaint
by Michael R. Burch
I hoped you might have loved me,
but you pushed me out to sea
like Moses, for some other
strange Egyptian mother:
Isis, Nefertiti.
Keywords/Tags: limerick, child. childhood, children, child abuse, baby, abandonment, unloved, love, unwanted, mother
The voices.
The loud,
screaming,
noises.
The images,
The disgustingly comforting images.
I hate this.
This numbing,
suffering feeling,
I get from these thoughts.
I want it to stop.
I need it to stop.
But it won’t.
It never will.
I know you feel heavy inside
Like the weight of the world is too much to bear.
You carry a burden no one can see,
And it feels like you are fading unnoticeable
Into the air.
But listen...
You are not the unwanted one.
I see you
Your pain, your struggle
they matter.
You are here, and that means something.
The silence you feel isn't the end.
It's a moment, a purpose,
Before you find your voice again.
You are more than the darkness that surrounds you.
It's okay to feel lost,
?But don't mistake it for being forgotten.
You are worth more than these thoughts.
And no matter how quiet the world goes,
You still matter.
I promise you, the storm isn't forever.
You will rise.
You are stronger than you think.
The pain is not your forever.
And I believe in you, even when you don’t.
Scrape away, at a life. You just weren’t given any real instructions –
so, you scrape like a carpenter
at grey washed walls, wanting
to peel off old paint – old memories,
in your head you scrap away
the talk back – that little
squirrel inside the trunk of your head
it scrapes.
You scrape and scream, you scrape and
feel the muscle of your right hand
figure the page into
something. You scrape
days and trash them. Who
will find them? Who cares that you scrape
while in labor? scrape every morning you wake –
scrape on body, scrape on heart, scrape on this
bloody life
until you just can’t scrape –
Unwanted thoughts, they haunt my mind,
In shadows deep, they're intertwined.
Like whispers in the silent night,
They steal my peace, obscure the light.
They creep in slow, without a sound,
In every quiet moment found.
A storm of doubt, a sea of fears,
They echo all my hidden tears.
Memories of a distant past,
Regrets that hold and grip so fast.
The what-ifs and the might-have-beens,
The haunting dance of unseen sins.
I try to push them far away,
To guard my heart and keep them at bay.
Yet still, they come, relentless, bold,
Their icy fingers take their hold.
In daylight hours and darkest dreams,
They lurk within my silent screams.
A never-ending, cruel refrain,
That binds my soul in endless pain.
I search for peace, for respite’s touch,
A moment free, a breath, a crutch.
Yet unwanted thoughts, they cling and stay,
A shadow that won’t fade away.
But still I fight, with weary heart,
To tear their grip, to break apart.
In hopes that one day I’ll be free,
From unwanted thoughts that imprison me.
Living in an unwanted world
Tossed to and fro
With heavy breeze breezing
All hope seems lost
Lost in the midst of ravaging storm
Tossing East and North.
Caught amidst the combat of immorality
Weary and scary
Sharpened edges rust,
Once honored chastened.
Caught in the midst of thorns
Egg meant to meet with fragility chastened.
Marauding and parading
No light,no route, no Zeus.
Bright lightening fades,
yellow sun turned dark
Light to the path turn outcast
The cared for left
Leaving the light to fend for himself.
Is the light meant to fuel itself ?
How then shall it bear forth light ?
When day break,night cometh not ?
When night comes with darkness being the author of the day,
Vanishes, ashamed,is an outcast light summoned?
How be it the light comes up
When not fuelled?
Light cometh up but shines not .
When treated right,
Light shines and darkness vanishes
When there is alternative to light,
Is the light not ashamed?
Nothing replaces light for ever.
Even nature cometh and vanishes.
Then,shall light be appreciated but gone.
Of what gain shall it be for both creature?
The Unwanted
I walked in the forest near the village
I wasn't feeling well, my stomach extended
unable to evacuate for days
Suddenly it was time
Sat under an olive tree for a while, got up
relieved, but when I turned to see
I saw a perfectly form baby made of bodily
waste, a bronze statue
I had seen this being before in a grotto, in
the Athens of a baby looking like Jesus in
his is a crib, who opened his eyes and grinned
like the devil, several nuns fainted
My baby also opened his eyes and made vulgar
sign and grinned
I fled the scene
What else could I do, take this contamination
hug it to my chest, wrap it in a blanket
take it home, clean its sin, beg forgiveness
for murdering a baby
Unwanted
Written by Miracle Man
4/17/2024
By phone, or email I will block each pest,
Once this is accomplished I answer the rest.
An unsolicited ad,
makes me feel bad.
Door knocking sales also leave me stressed.
He came to live his life in peace
To put all his troubles at ease
But like a garbage, he was shunned
Almost short of being gunned
He didn't even know why
They even wanted him to die
Like he did the gravest sin
Like there's a leproid on his skin
He was scoffed and he was shamed
It's just short of being framed
For, just a dime, he didn't know why
Often he looked up to ask the sky
How he wanted to be just him
To live simple, forget his dream
To share with them all that he knew
Even for free, from dust till dew
He's short of being crucified
They thought their act was justified
So fled, he did, like melted snow
To look for a new place to grow
To be a stranger in another place
Is even better, if they respect your face
Than live in place you call your own
Where your people hate you to the bone
A gifted person once lived in that place but they chose to hate him for his flaws than to accept him for what he could contribute for the common good. Though, he still needs to come back to dispose of what he left in that place
none of them would notice,
i doubt theyd even care
if it turned out id had enough
and disappeared somewhere.
nobody would be worried,
they wouldnt even ask
i think that is what scares me,
what makes me wear this mask.
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