A grey shroud of Shame settles in my heart.
It thumps + trips,
crashes + courses;
A loud symphony in a minor key.
Discordant + desperate for resolution.
The song a storm that screeches in my ears.
It is sung in the strangely sensual song of a siren
luring me to my death so slowly.
So many movements and choruses
composing a dark + depressed Requiem
Echoing into eternity.
I sink into the cold comfort of Shames' song
Though silent + stoic to the world
I suffer loudly inside
And wait for the song to end
so I might find abandon + absolution
In the calm quiet of death's lullaby.
5/15/22
©brittania_mccollum
#shame
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todd_towers 2w
Fragile Cages
Glass.
The days are spent
Peering through glass.
Clear, solid, thick
Glass.
Glass.
Monsters inside
Call me sweet friend
Pull, push, against
Glass.
Glass.
I look outside
Longing after
Monster hidden
Truth
Clear but distorted
Outside beckons
Trapped no more
By demonic slur;
They weigh us down,
Draw the veil thick,
But truth is never beaten.
And He calls ever out
"freedom!"
©todd_towers8 0Meri pe voh Is kadar Khra Utra
Maine jitna Use Gira hua Socha
voh utna hi Gira hua Nikla
©devil_girl_2811 0 1All these days, I was trying my best,
To know what makes a human, a beast.
And found, the answer simple and short,
It is just the absence of fear and shame throughout !!!!!!!!
© beensN10 0Sharpened Slurs and Vicious Laughter
Ridicule’s ghostly laughter
Burrows into the soul
Resurrected from silence
From the cold ground's embrace
~
Its shadows stalk through daydreams
Breathing ancient slurs
As a casual sigh
Slicing from the inside
~
With a deep breath
We stagger back to humanity’s wrath
Returned to the journey
Upwards and through the white stars
~
Until the mad laughter wanes
To a pitiful death cry
Uttered long ago
Fading
Under palaces of sand
© 2022 William Wright, Jr.5 0The Meaning of Forgiveness
I have dreams of being held;
Being wanted.
Cataclysmic overtones being vaunted
By the man who sets the stage,
Being haunted,
Not by you, but
By himself.
In the night, her scars don't fade,
They get sharper.
Blurry nights and foggy days
A little longer.
Wounds that deepen 'neath the fray
Hidden quickly,
Hide the truth and walk the path that's
Getting darker.
As his grief blends in with shame,
Someone's calling,
Muffled, weary, wracked with pain,
Almost falling,
Somehow, standing; somehow stronger, she finds belonging.
Stronger than I ever was or could have been.
Those dreams and memories will fade,
At least, I hope so.
Every night, I sail a sea ruled by Calypso.
I feel her wrath and vengeance from the corners of my mind to the oceans in between,
I know her;
I know her laugh, I know her sheen, I know her pain.
I know her.
What was love has turned to gray
And all that's left are memories of countless nights and finite days
Of the past he laid to waste and tried to raze.
The god forbidden, toxic haze;
The darkest shadows pierced by hope's almighty blaze.
I say to you:
Do you know what forgiveness means?
©cameronm10 0[Lumbering Automaton]
I'm some sort of a creature or golem
That's why they think 'I won't call him'
Someone filled my head, I am not to blame
For my inappropriate wrath or my tepid, insipid shame
I am not responsible for my wretched, stretching name
Blame someone else for where I went and whence I came
©ananias6 0Messed Up
That day when you asked me to leave with you. I was 16. You were moms husband, my stepfather. I believe you were 43. People wonder why I am so messed up. No one believed me, so you are in the clear. I live with it. If only that overdose would have taken effect. That's messed up.
©the_fragile_broken_and_lost22 0 3loftydreams101 11w
Burned in Infamy
The colors of this spacious dream
All melt into one
Running down through the haze
Of a slumbering unknown
-
The interweaving thread
Of our encircling illusion
Is plucked and frayed
By the toll of our clock
-
The fragments of our spell
Are swept aside in the night
By a fire-tinged breeze
A new Goliath’s rising
-
Footfalls in the attic
Will send this whole house crashing
Down through the cellar
Into infamy’s flames
© 2022 William Wright, Jr.7 0loftydreams101 12w
A Warm Day's Deception
Idle, in a stream of thoughts
I float away with their deceptions
Drained after roaming
Through a reverie of ashes
~
Among scattered green barges
Beneath the boastful trees
Without a word
I let the murmuring day sail by
~
Clearing space in my mind
For a fevered dream’s bloom
As the years war cries
Rise and fall
To the east
~
Far away from home
From this blank state of mind
Where I turn away in silence
Fearful yet free
© 2022 William Wright, Jr.10 0 1Freedom of speech
is just a text of rich
You can't sing in crowd
But You can cry in proud
Busking is illegal
where killing is free
Freedom of speech
is just a text of rich
©barbad9 0 1Disgust
You know that the objectification of women is at its height.. When you find children... Just 11 years old.. Passing lewd comments on you... Or a 15 year old watching you with lustful eyes.... Like...
What will all these kids " grow up to?
Rapists!
©inlovewithlife5 0Sunday Blues
I had dreams and hopes too
I wanted to soar like an eagle
Built with wings on my back
The only thing on my back
Are scars
I don't mean to hurt you
I just do
©theetranquilpearlPhoto By everdrop GmbH on Unsplash14 0 1lenahbee 21w
Debt Paid, But Yet!
I refuse to accept that he is irredeemable
I refuse to believe one can be inherently bad.
I refuse to listen to tales surrounding his inadequacies
'Cos I've seen the beauty of his strength, and he isn't all bad.
Over the past few days, I sought insight
Into the fabrics that wove him
And into the failings of his social conditioning.
I have come to realize that if I were to disdain him
I wouldn't be fair. That wouldn't be totally right.
You see, we all, in our goody two shoes, are worthy of blame.
We make ourselves judge and jury, we point fingers relentlessly without looking inwards.
Yes, he flunked out, but damn, did he pay his debt!
He deserves a chance to show just how much he's learned.
I blame you all for the way you stand charged, ready to rebuke.
You cast the shadow of people's pasts, far and fast
Just like a curse they can't undo, your tongues follow them wherever they go.
You spread damning facts and ruin every little bricks laid in redemption.
I get it... somehow, that we all have the duty to nudge others forward.
At least, to be better than they would otherwise be.
But our lack of social forgiveness stand in their way
And hinders every opportunity towards healing.
I saw him the other time, and my heart broke into tiny little pieces
He hasn't yet found a way to put his life back on track.
Submerged in the humiliation of his mistakes and imperfections.
He ended it last night! Because we all failed to let yesterday remain in the past.
Bukola Helen Olusolade Oba
©lenahbee4 1THE SECRET OF MY PEN
Once upon a time, I had a silver pen
With it I wrote many verses in vain
I never thought these poesies would ever
Be engraved in the papyrus of pain.
I would scribble furiously on diaries
I would pour my troubles in the blue ink
I would always read and re-read them
Until my hands were sore and pink.
My vocabulary would be replenished
Penning paragraphs that pricked like a thorn
Oh I wrote sometimes with a fierce fire
When I cursed the day that I was born.
I was born with a dark sallow skin
My family would turn away their faces
My nose was flat, eyes small, and lips thick
My teeth were uneven on braces.
I was small in height like a pygmy
No proper shape, curves or pose
Moreover I was an unlucky girl child
Each one turned away their nose.
I had no right to luxuries or delicacies
I was detested and despised by friends
I was banished to a cold dark dingy room
The intense dislike and hatred had no ends.
Soon I grew up with the loathing
I retreated in a disarray and shame
But my pen was a sword in disguise
Which carried on its nib my name.
The fiery words that I penned down
Soon found it's way to the print
I wrote under a pen name whom nobody knew
Nobody had any clue or hint.
Her name was popular within friends
My family compared me to her.
I then forgave everyone for their sins
Its divine to forget who did err.
@ Dr. Sujata Chatterjee
©sujmamchat181 23 27- ultimathinks Congratulations
- ultimathinks Well deserved
- khushiiiiiiiiiiii Awesome ❤️❤️
- sujmamchat Thanks everyone
- devikasethumadhavan ❤️❤️❤️
It was no less of a shame to be in the limelight of the falsity
Yet to act like the pure innocence that have carved out of the truth.
Well marking the 730th day I hope you not remember the bloodshed evening of apocalypse.
Turning the human into behemoth.
©hamallaxmiPhoto By Martin Adams on Unsplash13 1dr_amyne 28w
بس اسمع منى ، معايا قصة حديثة ،
قصة اجمد مدرسة،
مدرسة الجامعة الحديثة ،
يجي الطلبة من اى حتة حتى
كرداسة،
كل سنة الناس بتقدم لاولادها
تسمع الناس بره بتقول بصوت عالي عشان خاطري افتحوا البوابه
مكتب القبول يرد " اذهب خذ ابنك لجامعه تانيه يا بابا"
يقولو " لا يا هندسة ، هنا بس نقدر ندفع فلوس قليله ونحصل علي احسن دراسه "
Bas asma al kisa de, kisat agmad madrisa
Madrisa hiya gamiat Hadisa
Fiha dalaba, min bilad alam, minhum Raniya
Raniya min Sharkiyya
Hiya mish bas Gameela, hiya bardu Zakiyya
لما شوفتها، كنت مصدوم ب جميله
بس دلوقتي انا مبهور اكتر بذكاءها
، بعد ما عرفها
بس يا رانيا انتي الوحيده الذكية والجميلة
Bas esma hiya bita ul eh
ردت عليا " احنا كلنا اذكياء في الجامعة الحديثه"
و خدتنى لقاعة المحاضرات وسألت مين فيكو يقدر يجاوب الاسئلة العويصة
وبعدين شوفت كل الطلبة رافعين ايديهم
كنت بجد مبهور بجمال الطلبة ، بس دلوقتي انا مبهور اكتر بذكاءهم
هنا الدكاترة مجتهدين جدا ، ويعملون ايضا حتى يوم الجمعة
هما الطف واطيب دكاترة مقارنة باى جامعة
ديه القصة الحديثة
قصة احسن مدرسة
الجامعه الحديثة8 0loftydreams101 32w
The Nocturnal Hymn
Swallowed by senseless pain
A melody erupts
Into swirling black notes
Like swarms of bats
~
Time is eaten alive in their rush
For the full moon’s yellowish glare
Through the spare autumn trees
~
The lonely caverns bleed black
Into an ocean of shadows
Their endless hymn is unknown
So far from home
~
Only the moon and the stars
Gleam tearfully above
While old friends turn away
In the coils of sleep
© 2021 William Wright, Jr.26 1 7dr_amyne 32w
( Oh Mama Africa! )
( Oh Mama Africa! )
Where lie the problems and the solutions?
The educated and the enlightened who keep quiet while silently watching the predicaments like frightened Owls?
Or the hungry leaders who keep prowling and looting the resources meant for the proles ?
( Oh Mama Africa! )
On mental health issues and mental toughness
All they care about are the mortal human bodies
That will one day decay and get lost in the cosmos
Neglecting the most important, the immortal human souls
No one care about your mental health, they just feed you carbohydrates
Not knowing there is big fire burning inside the minds of the big guys and girls
You fought all the internal demons that are trying to bring you to your knees
If one day you let your tears out, and cry ones, twice, or thrice before you continue the unending internal battles
They say " Come on big guy/girl ! Don't embarrass yourself and the big guys/girls, only the weak minded cries
They don't know : “People cry, not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long", not sometimes but all the times
So you suppresses your emotions away from them, because those emotions have no values in their eyes
They have no idea that your emotions and your tears came from strength and from the warrior mentality that you posseses
( Oh Mama Africa! )
Had we known any better
We would have been greater
And take care of our brothers and sisters more smarter
But Mama Africa when I want to move out of town to explore greatness, your sons and daughters say " So you are neglecting your family? Otherwise, stay closer"
"It's too dangerous outside, better safe in your own little town in that shelter"
But in the shelter it's size is smaller , and it's raining and leaking, I am catching fever
And no growth in comfort zone whatsoever
" Don't go to those gardens,
we were told by our ancestors their fruits taste bitter "
Some rules are meant to be broken, so I explore the gardens, I became an explorer
My God! I found out those bitter fruits taste better
And other many fruits taste more sweeter
( Oh Mama Africa! )
I wanted to marry, they said "Yeah but only in our little Town, no any place safer"
I grew up in that little town, not knowing the greatness of people like Alexander
The way of life, traditions and mentality of my town were all I ever knew, nothing newer
Until He came to my rescue, and sent me further
He say " Travel and see for yourself the nations and civilizations that were former "
Because traveling widens your horizons and makes you a good observer
Nothing much can you see if all your life you are an insider
Get out and tell me what it's like to look at your town from perspective of an outsider
"Is your judgment the same?", No my judgement is more objective, because now I am more of an observer
( Oh Mama Africa! )
Would you forgive me for not knowing any better?
I have this autistic sister
Spending every penny of our earnings out of love for her to get better
Taken to gazillion of times to traditional healer and Islamic Center
Bombarding her with herbal remedies lacking medical trials and license whatsoever
She has been said to be possessed by the evil spirit, Jin, so said the insider
I began to believe what they said, until when I saw similar situation approached in different accurate ways by outsider
The outsider said to me " all her activities, symptoms and signs are busy telling you ' Look I am not possessed but Autistic female, so I am your Autistic Sister"
" That's why you are missing the prevention, diagnosis,and management of such cases, now what you gonna do that you know better?"
( Oh Mama Africa! )
" Yes my son, now what would you do about your sister's situation? , Answer the damn question"
I would study the case, and refer her to right medical institution
And pay more attention in the society for early diagnosis, management of similar or entirely different cases with their prevention
" Son, Is that all you learnt from the outsider, after all the given information?"
Mama, the outsider built special schools for people struggling with mental disorders for special intervention
They built homes for them, and say " Look beautiful come over here it's more safer in this accommodation"
Protecting them from the society that always attack them due to it's ignorance of clear picture of their condition
( Oh Mama Africa! )
" Ok now tell me what about your other brother who couldn't talk fluently like you, didn't you get inpatient waiting, thinking he was taking centuries, for him to express himself and his situation?"
" Wanting him to think, act and speak like he has no limitation"
" Tell me what the outsider said about his condition"
Oh the outsider said " Your brother has what we call 'Apaxia' for decades" , everything has level, stop calling anything you don't understand 'evil spirit'. Mama, you see Apaxia and Autism I never heard about them where I grew up. What a tribulation
The outsider further said : "Look, these beautiful humans, one has Autism, one has Apaxia, this is how to better their condition to avoid any further complication"
( Oh Mama Africa! )
" Glad to hear that, but what about woman, her freedom and liberty in this society ?"
" So many troubles she carries on her shoulders, what a tragedy"
" For years she has been married, but no sons, and daughters of her own, she is not lucky"
" The society put the blame on her saying she is infitile, that the husband should marry more women more fertile, that she shouldn't be shown any mercy"
But the outsider found out that the problem of infertility is not only arising from the woman, man's sperm count in many of the cases is the one faulty
Mama, I couldn't imagine the sadness and weight on your shoulder, hold on little more we are working to fix the predicament even though slowly. It's so bulky
( Oh Mama Africa! )
" My beloved Amin, my faith is being restored, I am proud of you, now I can rest in peace knowing freedom, justice, liberty, mercy and equality would be served in this society"
©dr_amyne4 1-
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#mar9iech #margiech #mirakee @mirakee #poem #poems #poetry #readwriteunite @readwriteunite #love #poetry #writersnetwork @writersnetworkShame, the shackles
heavy on the ankles
Guilt, the gasoline
fuelin' in between
It's a race you're losing
for time's forever a foe
who stops for nothing
No rewind or pause
You, alone, must flee
non baggage-free
You run until you're numb
from the person you've become
It's a one-way adventure
caught in a motion
Deep seas and desert land
Will one ever understand:
that grief is an anchor
and tears are an ocean?
©mar9iech