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Confused conjucture breeds many different lies

It becomes the screaming banshee of our time, wicked as one can see through our rose colored glasses

It is like a pocketwatch that has been wound up too tight, the springs have sprung on the inside

Demented through the years, they become uncertain with time itself, grey and cloudy

Pressed against the center stage,  a voice rang ill-fated truths to all ears, but no one was listening

Pushed out of the seat of demise, we stare back at the crimes, allowing a dismal approach to our self conscience

It is to say four be six in a different view only to sit below the compass of the operators

We can imagine many things forfeiting who we are, bleeding rituals of cultural disbelief, we turn around and see

So be the right or wrong, it becomes a sense of our moral code, when do we pick it up and put in our pocket though
Waves of stain glisten
on my rainbow days

Its as if moonbeams danced
around my torrid dreams
and slapped me into next week

Tattooed ****** images
seeking to find some
god forsaken purpose
constantly playing hide and seek
behind my eyes

The trickles down the water pipe,
we dont recognize their underlying sins
that flows beside us

We don't think of mercy.
We think of wrongful morality.
Turning a page of lust,
we become stripped
of our innocence.

Its a life of unexpected metaphors
seeking countless divisions
inside a cave of infinite darkness

My thoughts caressed
twisted views of my past.
Then I start to realize
maybe they were all true.

Pulling the covers over my head,
basting in my own selflessness,
I cowered within
but in peace
 Oct 23
Silence Screamz
Lying down,
wrapped in a simple ribbon
of cloth,
I sigh

This connfusion is a displacement
of my time here.
Thus I become
disenchanted
and unclean.

Not willing to open my eyes
and accept the causes
around me.
The burdens of rapture
surround me.

It is not clear.

Are they ample beginnings
or disasterous ends?
With a small dose of
peppered reality setting in.
I sigh

What holds the ribbon together
is just a simple knot.
A ball of deception
which allows no movement.
Tangled but organized.

A single thread of wool wrapped tight,
so tight it ruptures our core.
Coarsing it count on dismal displays
of solitude and empty hands

It is not our fears that scare us,
it is being bound up
with no casual effect
that makes us surrender
to ourselves.

I stay wrapped in a ribbon.
Eyes covered dark,
Soft and secure.
I take a deep breath.
Then I sigh one last time.
 Oct 21
Silence Screamz
Make it disappear

****!!
It's gone

Missing from sight
and moved by distraction.

Simple trust with a slight of hand,
conjuring blank and confused stares.

The audience is left in awe.

The curtain falls down exposing the trick,
It is fragile but silent

This becomes our lives exposed,
transient dreams of the simple things.

Distant memories of time vanish,
seeping seeds inside
our lost thoughts.

With the wave of the wand,

****!
we disappear to dust.

No audience to clap or gasp,
just a fragile piece of magic
as the curtain slowly closes
on our minds
 Sep 26
Silence Screamz
What is therapy
but in a sterile box.

Think about it for a sec..

Crashing on inside
and laughing on the out.

I can hear their voices
from the motionless chair.
A complete stranger
with a blanket stare.

I begin to sink farther
into the couch,
It's a lonely feeling
without a doubt

Anxiety, Bipolar, and Depression
is what they say.
The minutes on the clock
are so far away

Why do I just sit there and stare
and ramble on like
the therapist cares.
Maybe it helps then
Maybe it doesn't.
My hour is up
Now pay the deposit!!
 Sep 26
Silence Screamz
Does your day feel like blah, blah,  blah?
Sifting through your emotions like
What the hell, brah.

I know, its a Monday, its raining, your kids are sick, and you got a migraine, plus your partner has been a pain.

You forgot to bring your lunch to work, left your wallet or purse on the dresser, and you have to work late.

You feel like, come on life, cut me a break.

Oh by the way!!

The mortage is due, your car is on empty, and the laundry is a plenty.

All of this in the first 15 minutes of the day.. then you scream "no effing way"

But wait!!

STOP AND TAKE A DEEP BREATH

For a quick minute,
You close your eyes
The rain stops pouring
and the puddles are dry

The radio is playing your favorite tune,
you turn up the sound, it
changes your mood

Oh, What a day it was,
cruising right bye,
It started with a mess
and ended with a sigh.

Enjoy each day,
Take a minute or a few
Relax and breathe
and you do you
 Sep 26
Silence Screamz
Here we are living in the land of the free,
Divided by contemplation,
Rooted in disinformation
and told what to do by polticians
that thrive in confusion and disassociation

This isn't the land of the free,
it has become the land of corruption,
deception, and disease
Suicides on the rise as well as
crime on the streets.

And don't forget to pay your taxes please!!

What happened to the red, white,
and blue
I don't recognize it anymore,
it feels more like a bruise
When I turn on the TV,
they are just lying on the news.

From the concrete jungles to the
small town slang
When you turn around it is just
bang, bang, bang
Death on every street corner,
Its all the same ole same

What a big effing shame!!!

Oh, you didn't pay your taxes, now you are locked up in chains

Battered, shattered, torched and burned, the lessons from our history
we never did learn.
Look up the flagpole,
the flags' in distress.
Look at each other,
we created this mess
𝐼 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑢𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠,
𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠;
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑙,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑡...
𝑂𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑡...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒
𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑠
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑠
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎
𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑟𝑢𝑏 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡
𝐴𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑
𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠...
𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠;
𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒
𝐵𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒;
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑛🎈
𝑇ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠...
𝑀𝑦 𝑜𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠
𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑎
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑏
𝑀𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑦
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑠...
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝑀𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑓
𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠
𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑓
𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒...
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒,
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟
𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛,
𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒
𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒...
𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜
𝑊𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢
𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦
𝐵𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑠ℎ,
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑠ℎ,
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠...
𝐼 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑠ℎ
𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠...
𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛...!
𝑀𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛...!
𝑂ℎ, 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛!
𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦...
𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦....
حَیآة🌱
 Mar 2023
Silence Screamz
Each night before I lay down,
I swallow four little pills,
two white ones, one yellow one
and one blue one

About fifteen minutes later,
my mind starts to mumble,
Then I stumble into defeat.
Eyes heavy and vision cloudy

My brain is seeking answers,
my fingers start to feel tingly.
The room slowly closes
in on me.

My emotions cease to exist,
tapping slowly on the wall.
I implode with fear
and still I seek no answers

Four little pills
plays dodgeball inside my brain
FOUR LITTLE ******* PILLS
I   I   I   I
I don't know who I am anymore

Cascading down the tunnels,
through damped corridors I go,
It doesn't stop.
Burnt flesh and tempation gone
I left my mind
on a ceramic plate
Then it shatters

Four little pills
disappeared inside of me
No reflection in the mirror to see
I am no longer in your presence
Its time to go
 Jul 2022
Silence Screamz
Certified by organic feelings draining
lost syllables down tall rusted waterspouts.
People deleted and others segregated.
I digress.

Withering away in a broken state of denial,
a country searching for it's own lost soul.
Instigation, legislation, and endless constipation.
I digress.

Punching stares into a careless book,
words searching for a meaningful ending.
Woke, broke, down and out for the count.
I digress.

Turning the corner in the face of chaos,
whispers of silence and red flags waving.
Blindfolded badges hide when the sun finally sets.
I digress.

Who are we, anymore? Quote the raven, nevermore,
Questioned solutions to countered conclusions.
Wandering aimlessly in a circle of confusion, nevermore.
I digress.
 Apr 2022
Silence Screamz
It takes just one bullet
to take one name.
One innocent person that is taken away
without any guilt or any solemn shame.

Look, we are tired of seeing it.
Reliving it everyday on the TV news
or on our
social media page.
It's like the bully in the classroom that
doesnt stop being a bully.
It's like a bad dream that doesn't go away.
A requiem nightmare that we cannot wake up from.
Then we pray?

It takes just one bullet
to take one name.
One innocent dream shattered
by these vile little games.

When are we are going to say
Enough is Enough.
We are sick and tired of being sick and tired
of being sick and tired
Only to see it happen
another solemn day
and then we see another family attending
another funeral.
Then we pray?

It takes just one bullet
to take one name.
One life, one liberty, one personality
gone up in tempered flames.

Why do we have to sit through
this torture rack of pain,
Only to have the system let us down
again and again and again.
These visions are stuck on repeat.
Playing the same old song and dance,
skips on the record player.
And then we pray?

It only takes one bullet
to take one name.
Silenced at that moment in time,
captured in hearts and minds
and then we pray
 Mar 2022
Silence Screamz
The sunflowers are in full bloom as we see
scattered borders crossed over with bomb filled broken dreams

Now, stop and think
We may never hear the raindrops fall again, while the lost children lead us through the scorched fields with their soft spoken pleas

Their desperate sighs rise from across the airwaves left depleted in uncertain scriptures, the forces pull back and a shattered town breathes

The sunflowers are in full bloom surrounded by visions etched in our minds of destruction and death dissolved

Now, stop and think
Sitting on burned out rooftops, we see the tortured fog of war covering up the lifeless soldiers that tatter the streets below, no more bombs or sirens blaring
One confused soldier yells, "Why are we here?!!!"

The sunflowers are in full bloom negotiating through peaceful serenity, identities clashing with unrestrained intensity

Now, stop and think
Open your eyes in the time of a desperate calling, unite as one and let the sunflowers continue to grow wild and free
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