submitted by Chastity, Buffalo, NY
the rain
you are the madness that splits me in half
wrapped in your arms to burn eternal
a monster you’ve become
infected in the visions of me poisoned
never again to fly… I shall lay dead
inside myself, thrashing in my death throws
the rails against your ear as I die
rain falling, flowing down this window
like your sweat against my skin
I rose that day some living dead
blank stares melted into the rain
your shovel leaning against the house
moving forward as if it ever happened
the smell of rain is deadly
the sound beneath the wheels
the body twitches inside me
nerves awakened
it knows, and yet refuses to tell me
the reason she lies dead
it was something that you said
the voice remains mute in memory
I can feel your breath against my ear
but no sound…no sound
it is too awful to hear.
submitted by Steven Adam ‘Joaquin’ Drake, Escondido, CA
Compelling To The Nights Shoring Up Wounds!
Through “Grapes of Wrath” villainy disdained!
-Marvel at magic’s alchemy-
For a silver thread up to Heaven’s Gate,
In poetic verse beyond restraints…
Tilling the soil in breadth of substantiation
In hearth of heartache’s relief.
Calling out of the distance echoed
Off walls of primordial affairs -stalled by
Compliance in depth of artist merits.
No longer mortified. But relied on… pictured
In breath of the air that we breathe sustained.
Flying through windows in safety’s eye of
The soul in sight of the spirit’s development.
Although, past those whom brutalize the
Innocence in birth of one’s own Rights
To live for sanctity’s beauty worn up
No body’s sleeve -transparently-
For causes of truth’s wisdom in thoughts
Mindful of who we are for Humanity’s Being.
Beyond ‘sly wits’ that manipulate laws -outside-
Of Peace of the sword… sworn by the word!
Double edged -slippery slope- in light of
Confessions discerned, forevermore, knocking
On hearts that beat the drums in cadence of art.
Compelling to the nights shoring up wounds in
Island dreams off the coast of continental divides.
Reaching out beyond despair, profound to those
Whom veritably care for the risk in bounty of
Enlightenment spared… for love beautified.
In nexus of test of countenance dared… for
No shadow of doubt for clarity realized here!
submitted by Jamesey Lefebure, Liverpool, UK
As he lays his head down to sleep,
Little Mike keeps his ears open,
For the carpet muffled sound of feet.
The familiar shadow who has a date to keep,
With an unquenched hunger for child meat.
As foreign shadows jump and dance around the room,
Our little Mike tried to embrace the surrounding gloom,
One ear open – both eye’s closed
Poor little Mike awaits his doom.
A sliver of light cuts through the dark,
Bringing invisible icicles that form on young mikes hear;
Knowing this is how it begins, Mike stiffens his body
And prays for the end of his part.
He feels the breath on his neck,
It’s hot, its cold, it’s dry its wet,
Mike lets out a whimper, the hairy hand tightens it grasp
Mike knows his nearly paid tonight’s debt.
The breathing is faster now, Mike knows its close to an end
This violation is almost over now, Mike’s heart can slowly begin to mend.
With eye’s closed tight, Mike begins to pray – a nightly plight.
He prays to the god of puppies, football sweets and treats.
But as for now –his young body is the meat.
Mike is only a child, his body was once pure.
He wishes for death; like it’s his only cure.
Poor Mike’s has not had the life that a boy of 7 should deserve
But in his innocence he has hope to preserve.
The shadow is over his face again now,
The act is over and both actors must take a bow.
A figure of power and trust,
has ruined Mikes life with his perverted lust.
The shadowed figure lingers in the door,
a part of his body twitches for more.
He breaks the silence, with words that carry the usual bite.
“I love you Mike”
His eye’s wet with tears,
his head giddy with childhood fears,
he moves his mouth and whispers
I love you Dad.
submitted by LaQuisha Hall, Mrs. Owings Mills International 2009, Owings Mills, MD
Butter Fly: While bent over in a dark corner, I always prayed for light. The butterfly brings brought color and protection while I suffered in darkness.
Silent No More (A poem written to the pedophile who abused me 14 years ago.)
you stabbed Me
then sniffed around with an anxious nose
Left Me naked
in a world where no one knows
am I a girl or a woman?
do you not see a distinction?
Gain a closer look at Someone in which
you should not have a relation
Thinking back
I could have kicked, yelled or screamed
Only to awaken detrimental emotions
Leaving My mind demeaned
What if I told the first time?
I could not pray, I could not sleep
you waltz into another room
all I do is weep
you are a man of valor
in their community
they all fall at your feet and praise you
where was My immunity?
when I stood up for Myself
to uncover My voice
My mother turns the other cheek
My father gives you a choice
you could live in another world
or die in his sight
but My life continues on
a battle I constantly fight
you may have stole from My future
leaving Me much to restore
but you taught Me a valued lesson for
I am silent no more.
submitted by James Nordlund, Fargo, ND
Would still be as sweet….
Every 9 seconds a woman is raped
By someone who says he loves her.
Give a real gift to sisters,
And brothers, all, reach one,
And teach one, to not be a
Link in that patriarchal chain,
Not adding to that number of
Humanities bane, not a statistic
in la machine’s game, ever,
From this Valentine’s Day on.
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submitted by gahlil
behind the walls
da, remember
mom’s one-eyed brother
in sober-green pants
stained & stiff with piss
the beggar-come
housepainter
come with his guessing games
& secrets
wanting to enter
my sugarcane sweet
peaches & cream place
i was ten
- an age when things
could still happen to you
remember when he came
dangerously close
& i ran from room to room
until you folded your tall
thin body around mine
& everything stopped.
i wasn’t breathing
today
i know only this:
there’s always another
s-C-r-E-a-M mounting
from my bowels
ready to cram my mouth
with protest
tooth-white, cold …
fear is used in so many ways
submitted by x, Darwin, Australia
no means no
open to all to be known
don’t make it yours to be stole
ready to roll with all souls
don’t mean its yours to be rolled.
hows we’ll allow a louse
to suck because blood is sweet;
the muck is on all our feets,
plowed in our ground
there are flowering weeds
and fallow seeds of trees.
we go back to make gargoyles
for bones to weave
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