Maeiby

Maeiby May 2018

Quiet

I was,
Trained and tamed,
Not to raise my voice, ever.

I saw,
The Independence of promises,
And years after,
Which wasn't delivered.
This isn't the land they dreamt of.

That old lady, she held her head down,
She was ashamed.
May be her childhood walked with her together,
That little girl,
She asked whether to stay at home or go to school?
She was scared.
But I was told to keep quiet,
And keep it all inside me.

And you think, I am safe?
And you say I am free.
You tell me I have my own" free will",
That little child,
The one who left, she had hers,
She wanted to live.

And,you think those were the only places she was hurt?
Will you ever be able to see the heart?
Her heart that bled, of terror.
But, I was told to keep quiet,
All my life.

May 2018

Artisanunderbluewaves

Rose

Fire has rose in my mind
Someone is dying tonight

Fire is in my eye,
And mind.
Igniting,
It won’t die.

You’ve burned me
But I am safe.
Fire. baby I am,
Fire.

Mar 2018

Her

Immortal

the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r

Mar 2018

Simoné

Seven Years

It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived

#truth #pain #acceptance #forever #heart

Mar 2018

Shanath

Outside My Room

Buried my head within my arms
Leaned myself enough to see the white dog
Crouched and closed,
As if hugging himself
He was trying to beat the winter cold
And I, the cold of my heart
From seeping outside.

If the stars had been sleeping now
The poised old man
Would be out
With his cup of tea
And I, with my mug.
He would try to survive the silence of years
And I, to prolong the one going on.

I am not good with people,
I don't think he is.
But I connect to them both
In our silent stares.
Once I had waved to him,
Once alone,
And I click my tongue from here

Every time he barks for attention.
The stars are out now
Tomorrow afternoon,
For I will be away in the morning
Collecting sadness,
I will return and wave to him back,
Its time we both find people again.

Time is ample
My heart though, whimpers.

(I promise I will read.)

#alone #lonely #people