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Frankii Fame Poem
I replied to the beast, “ We are done!”
No longer will I be captive to your powder
of numb thought and emotion.
No longer will I need to have a special
cup, cotton, and spoon next to those
dirty syringes hidden in the vestment.
I will no longer be waking up sick,
scrunching in fits of pain and agony.
I refuse to be pale and thin anymore from lack
of sustenance. "O, Devil! I'm kicking you to the curb."
Today is the day that I am starting a new story.
I am turning my back on you, Morning Star!
With swift pride, I stomp you back to your unholy
glory where your pleasure is no longer my pain.
Don't think I am sorry as I am awakened from
misery. It is time now to find direction otherwise.
Today, O Devil, I take back reign of this
chaotic life mess I have created!
Today I will be strong, as you have tormented me
so long. No longer shall I be off track for today,
I am taking my life back!
Bursting free from these chains;
I am on the way to conquering the flames!
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Falling head over heels for the ideas
That compromise our youth today
Were they sent to bind us?
Laptops, cellphones, and video games
Leaving the air full of corruption
Jumbled onto a tiny chip
Days beyond a massive explosion
Of knowledge exposed by our fingertips
A constant need on a digital ride
Among the screens we gossip and play
Have our morals been justified?
Free to be led astray
The universe slowly droops her head
In shame as her life force fades
No longer a simple breeze, instead
A constant buzzing is upgraded
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like a dog with a bone,
I
threw
the
first
stone
burning rage grew deep within
yelling and crying like
sin
explosive curses
-so uncool-
stomping and acting like a
damn fool
burning
==bridges==
with her
cool and calm like water…
was the scared face
of
my
daughter
running on
...
...
guilt
needing a swift
boot in the
rear
for
'Mother of the Year'
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A probing desire comes over me
L istening to the sounds of the galaxy
I’ m seeing the world as a dream
E nslaved by an unknown dem.on
N owhere to run to, nowhere to hide
S paceship guide to my wildest ride
E scape plans fade away in a gaze
X empowers my will beyond the haze
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My lil lady is sorrowful thinking of what she's done
She calls me whimpering wanting to come home
The psychiatric hospital full of its treatments
Still can never understand the deep darkness
I too been there and sometimes find my way back
To a hate of oneself and why feeling good I lack
I wanna hold her and comfort her to be alright
But im only a mother not a doctor in this fight
I try and give her the mental tools I've used
To help her through this hellish self abuse
I explain its roots with addiction from pain
She says she's numb needs comfort again
But her security blanket is dangerous overall
I will forever dread getting one last call
Of those lights she was seeing being a last time
I ever get to hold her and remind her of life
I hate passing on this mental reaction
Mixed up chemicals our brains are lacking
If one thing i can do in life is hold her hand
With my guidance through this terrible storm
I gladly will do my best to be side by side her
In this maze we will help each other find there
A door once popped open leading me out
Im going back in to save my child from doubt
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P hantom caresses and tiny little bites
A ll down his spine. Kissing him
S oftly beckoning his arousal tonight.
S ubmitting myself to this rendezvous.
I gniting desires, we now form 69;
O bedient to our pleasures until subdued.
N aturally passion keeps us entwined.
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As I sit here and think about it
so many scarred memories, crashing
waves are thoughts of fate
that have been scorched with denial
blinded by a pit of despair, lonlier everyday
hiding within myself, hard to face the truth
the wheels screech down the road,
a narrow path driving insanity circles
as I push the gas pedal, I choke on the shambles
realizing where I f***ed myself in life
but I cant change the past, etched in glass
shattered vows, drowning in a sewer
my innocence lost, the keys locked inside
a tortured mind sold every last integrity
dollar after dollar blown away by a gust
of advice that disappeared before accepting
I put my life on the line, russian roulette
foolish character flaw, strength beyond others
imagination lit a way out through trials
tribulations bleed the same miserable mistakes
walking through hell graceful on the tip
of an iceberg running barefoot, expectations
slip my mind as I fall into temptation
wanting to be a hero, beat the devil who
twisted my soul into a knot, roasting
spit of reflecting truth bears a self-identity
acceptance of what I didn’t want to believe
who I was, now close to rock bottom, suffering
humanity turned away from fighting against
losing battles watching people swallow shame
blame catches fire through accelerated lies
close to a chasm allowing death to come
tortured dreams left deep scars, regret
I must willingly sacrifice the hypnotized
desire for the trance that I didn't need help
begging, scraping my knees on an unclean
temple floor I created, still willing for hope
chasing opportunities to survive a slowly
bleeding heart pumping life, thoroughly giving
existence awakening a new sense of purpose
time to face my own demons aware
I will feast no longer on blind survival, slipping
through reality anew remains charred; yet, I learned
the struggle is real when you cannot commit.
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New World Order; Psychological Warfare
Split minds, souls at unrest; UFOs or USOs?
Wealth, lost in the wash, fear-mongering media,
indoctrinated control. Listen here, listen there.
Do what you are told. Lost, chock full of filth.
Spiking truth with lies, despised, crying,
"why, oh why?" Crypting minds dime by dime.
Dollars sought, tanked to banks, cashless society,
rank the ranks. Medicated troubles and crooked
ways chronicled day by day - cognitive dissonance.
Demonic subliminals, camera ubiquitous,
oblivious. Rhythm rocker, tossed into sleep
while cryptids creep. War crimes, cries of faith
as the world is hypnotized.
New World Order; Psychological Warfare
Corrupted governments gave a virus and masked
our faces; visions and viles, crimes of the time,
facial recognition. Our world grows darker, ripping
out hearts, and drinking adrenochrome.
Caught and sold in catalogs; Wayfair, beware.
Dead doctors and speakers of truth. Devils lead
the way into caves. Graves are full, ghosts are real.
Androgenous has sex appeal. Agendas creating
slaves digging mountains for golds. Bullets and
bombs thrown by protectors. Secrets burned by
religions, cults normalized like pigeons, spectacles
of the steeple filled with sheeple.
Unseen skies covered with chem trails.
Forced messages leaked through your ears by
HAARP and DARPA. We Trust in those who wind us up.
All we have left is blind.
New World Order; Psychological Warfare
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Picture#1 -"No! means NOTHING to a duck-
(A duck chasing a young girl across a yard)
Today, I went to the pond
to sit and eat a snack
I shared a little here and a
little there with my buddy
He has a white, plump body
of down and a beak of orange
He is my friend, the duck
He shared my juice by the straw
He gobbled up much of the berries,
and quacked nothing to the cherries
We also shared my crackers with PB&J
When all was done, I got up to go
And I was given quite a surprise
With a loud, "Quack!"
My friend the duck began to attack
I jumped to my feet
And went on a flee not knowing,
"What the Cluck?"
With a sprint through the flowers
And a splash around the pond
I looked back to see where he was
No matter my need to rest
He wouldn't stop for to fish
I wasn't sure what I had...
Then holding in my hand I saw were
The very last 2 crackers with PB&J
He simply wouldn't stop
until all was gone
So I stopped and shared because
I realized
"No!" Means nothing to a duck
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Verde chases for his meal
A
Trodden over clovers
Robin
An oriole flickers up
Red
Beating down the grass
Breast
A cardinal darts away
Twitches
A streak of lightening flashes
Until
The last bluebird bursts
Death
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