Soul-in-poetry

Apr 13

Yonah Jeong

Where there is no freedom
there is no equality

Where there is no equality
there is no freedom

Where there is freedom
there is also equality

Where there is equality
there is also freedom

Freedom is shadow of equality
Equality is shadow of freedom

They are proof of each other's
existence so If you try to have
only one of them

You will lose both.

Apr 13

alia

unspoken

I wish I could open up wide,
But most won’t see what’s kept inside.
So I stay quiet, smile instead,
While screaming words inside my head.

some might think they know the real me. well, they don't. I have a lot in my head that is hard for me to share, though is it safe?

Apr 13

Lost Indeed

What kind of love is that

He prayed for her pain so she’d crawl to his side,
While I prayed for her joy and love of all kinds.
He needed her broken to feel he was whole—
I wanted her shinning, with peace in her soul.

He loved her for him, for control, for his gain,
I loved her for her, through hardships and rain.
He smiled at her failure, a mask in disguise—
While I bled in silence, still wishing her skies.

For what kind of love would dance on her tears?
Rejoice in her downfall or feed of her fears?
I prefer to be lonely, with grief as my chain,
Than ever be cause of her fall or pain.

He prayed for you to fail...

Soul-in-poetry Apr 13

Laying out the pieces of me

I laid out my heart
My soul
My brain

I gave all of me,
Yet still,
All I received in return—

Was ashes and broken bones.

Soul-in-poetry Apr 13

Me, a beast, a disease

A cruel vile beast
Creeps within me

This beast
Carries a disease

It sulks and cries
It looks me in the eyes

With a heart covered in vines
It carries vengeance deep inside
It sprouted a tree
From the depths of my memories

It infects me
Living within my chest
Changing my heart
Polluting the stream of my blood

The vines and branches,
Grow from the tree
Wrapping around my organs
My body
Squeezing me

Tighter

Tighter

Bones crack

My breath weakens
My heart numbs
My brain on auto-drive

My eyes pop from my sockets
As my vision blurs—

Paralyzed body—

Disease filled body—

At last the tree and I become one

In my reflection I see
The beast is me

Soul-in-poetry Apr 13

Torn in shreds

I stumbled across
Your shredded heart and soul
I sewed it up
I fixed the holes,

As I sewed it up
I pricked my fingers

To fix the holes
I needed fabric

I cut fabric off my heart and soul—
Breaking mine to repair yours

Sacrifice after sacrifice
You did not care,
For when you recovered,
You turned your back
Leaving me.

Leaving me torn,

Torn in shreds.