Taking it Back

I will no longer let my power be taken by self-absorbed and uncompassionate people. I matter too much.  

Love, please

Last week, a few hours away from where I live, a white supremacist assaulted two teenage girls on a bus. Three men came to their aid. Two were killed by the hate filled (man). The third was severely injured. My heart aches that this is the world we live in, but I am proud that …

Fallout

Days get taken away Lost in the fray Incognizant replicant robots Don’t know what they’ve missed Taken for granted Sniveling miscreants Repel any thought of the disenchanted Time flies when you’re falling apart Body and mind disconnected Every moment matters Radioactive fallout Hotter than the sun The world is on fire Long since abandoned A …

Healing Power

(Title IMAGE: AMBAR DEL MORAL/MASHABLE)

Punk

Dirty gene pool Dead body bloated belly up Drank from the right cup Burning bridges are a beautiful sight Someone isn’t ready for the bright side Thank your heavenly Mother I’m better than that Here we go Making change happen Shove me into a stereotypical little box Hypocritical lummox Boiling water Lobster scream You were …

Extreme Measures

Can you see me Breaking chains Mend your own fence I’m busy building walls With secret doors and secret codes Fending off facetious followers Who plague my peaceable Queendom The time for niceties is done and over Worrying what I give you and you take from me Fearing rejection and reckless promises No more fabricated …

Beauty and Bruises

  If you can no longer handle my truth If you can no longer handle my voice If you can longer handle my strength If you can no longer handle my beauty If you can no longer handle my bruises You no longer get to be in in my tribe

Butterfly

I can’t be A productive member Of society When I can’t even follow My own thoughts Because You and You You threw me to the ground Mixed with dust and detritus Existing on Layers of dirt and sand Turned to rocky crag Abandoned baby Feral soul Wild thing Tourist Don the illusory garb Hide in the …

Slay

You think you got me this time, don’t you? Sadistic, sketchy, smooth son of a bitch. Pushing me from behind Bashing my face into boundaries I set in stone. Pile it on. Pound my head for the millionth time. You think that will stop me? Pain is my middle name. You forgot about the mountains …

Undone

My essence hungers To vibrate in harmony Echoes of dissonance Incessant internal army Controversy occludes peace Develop in utter destruction A seed Endeavoring to express Beauty in bloom And must come Completely Undone https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/controversy/