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Ivan Fiske Iv Poem
Broken thoughts, flashbacks, and memories
Are the sad music my mind have put on repeat
And these scars engraved onto my heart cause me to weep
That short horrific moment has taken a seat within my brain
I was a beautiful young girl
Age 14, had a smooth hair
Blue eyes, golden skin
Voice sounds sweet like honey
On a cool and sunny day
I decided to take a walk by 4 PM;
Walking down the highway
I was attacked by four men
All dressed in black with face mask,
I fought with all the strength I had
Screamed for help with the last tone of my voice
Unfortunately, there was no soul to answer my call
Voice blown away by slaps, I became helpless
Thighs separate forming an angle of 120 degree
They thrust in and out of me
And left me deflowered and powerless
Lying in a pool of blood in agony
Tears frozen, voice lost
Beauty destroy, pride trashed
My world became dark forever
Copyright © Ivan Fiske Iv | Year Posted 2020
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Ivan Fiske Iv Poem
yes, life is an ocean & i’m staying afloat like oil in water
protecting my soul & living the full potential of my breath & grinding harder
part 1 was me painting a picture of how no man is on a pedestal
we are all like a glass after it has fallen to the floor
i’m no longer drowning slowly like titanic
i’m filled with God’s grace & blessings, so i’m not gon panic
i am thirsty for the sky, so now, i’m just out here, on my grind
chasing the cheese like Jerry, pushing for the win
& like Terence Crawford, losing is not in my dictionary
writer's block is the ink i use to paint my story
yes! i possess the character of the wind, i can’t be stopped
i have walked over many earthquakes,
so what are the odds? ‘cause like MJ i’m gon’ beat it
& leave a print like the passing of an elephant in a field
Copyright © Ivan Fiske Iv | Year Posted 2025
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