Must my children suffer the wrath of my sins?
Must they carry the shame of my burdens from whence past

A parent's daily thoughts on their children
Xaha 22h

Ugly spider dog
“yuck.”
      “That’s the woman from the Lebanese place around the corner.”
Stiffening
Stomach drops, breathe catches.
Guilt weighs in
Sickening shame.
As he opens the door
Turn around to peek
Did she see me?
In my bright summer dress
Shoulders bare, back exposed
With another boy
Dark skin, wild eyes.
She sits on the stoop looking after us, her eyes a mystery.
Head in her hands –
She looks away.

There is no such thing as love.

Why
Why lie?
I won't learn to love you
If you'll not have my face
Between your splayed legs
If you'll not want yours at
My deeply undefended
Base root all the same
Drink our shame
Get drunk on
our body
kava
kava
.

notes go here

Wake up and smell the stench you made
again, you fucked it up again.
Self deprecating, grating shame
surrounds your stupid, childish hope
that you could live in love again.
      That crushing disappointment fills
the eyes and hearts of those around
and grabs your gut and wraps it round
your beaten, broken promises
in faith and fancy cruelly drowned.
     What fooled you into thinking that
redemption was within your reach?
Who made your mindless mind so each
and every time you try to speak
you piss all over verbal bleach,
      a choking stink that makes them retch
and run from you, the grody glitch,
the thoughtless, soulless, brutish bitch
that bites each hand of human help
and digs her deeper, darker ditch.

I needed a way to rant. I think this poem sounds better if you read it aloud; there is something about it that just rolls off the tongue.
Please don't worry; I am feeling much better after writing this.
Jobira Jun 18

We're all humans, almost the same;
black and white or red and brown
in the ways, we smile, or grin and frown,
and even cry and cuddle
like kittens with soft soul, which
we’re all fragile and breakable,
for we’re made out of clay of soil.

Although, we have many faces,
and dwell in different places,
or enunciate with many mouths,
yet, there’s ONLY one night or day,
for all, to sleep or play.
Thus, there will be time, in which
the oceans will dry.
the sun will set, and
the earth will stay still,
and the kingdoms must fall, so
a mankind can dance or cry,
on that abrupt call.

Therefore, if darkness is inevitable,
shouldn't we hang up the frame?
Why some hearts,
Reprobate?
to beat out the flame?

Love, peace and understanding goes a long way. Let's all get along!
ana Jun 11

Surely enough we're going to hell
sin after sin, we learn not to dwell
for this feeling brings us pure delight
we touch and devour each other on sight

Forgive me lord, i'm truly ashamed
we can't contain it
we do it so well, how could we refrain from it?

mickaela Jun 8

you see those numbers
big and ugly, on crumpled paper
and you feel them on your skin
like a stain on yourself, on
who you are, who you'll ever be

shame

it wraps its hot hands around you
its whispers harsh and sharp
in your ear:
"stupid. stupid. stupid"
your new heart beat, pumping
hot blood around your body
burning you on the inside
and you scream,
desperately wanting
to come out and be
someone else, someone smart
someone that just isn't you

you failed. this is it. you're done.
they were right about you.
you're just a stupid, ugly,
worthless. hopeless...

....Beautiful, brilliant
wonderful girl.
Your daughter looks away,
burning with embarrassment.
"You'll do well", you say,
"Just try your best.
And even if you don't
do as well as you'd like,
you'll still be my smart little girl"
"Thank you" she says, and disappears again
into her room, to study
You sigh, hope, pray, beg
That she believed you

More than you ever believed yourself

Pheeeew. My first poem in ages. I missed poetry, I swear. As soon as exams were over (literally on my last day) I went on Hello Poetry. Hope you like this one. Please tell me if it needs a little more meat...it does feel like its missing something, you know?

Thanks for reading <3
Arcassin B Jun 3

By Arcassin Burnham


I bet you'll love me better than before when i leave you,
i bet you'll love me more than life itself and all the things
you've been through foreshadowing everything you've
created neglecting all the things that would distract you
from what life has given you but you can't take it..

I bet you'll love me better than before when i leave you,
Cause all the things you took for granted will not come
back even its weakened state that follows more than it
can manifests itself into what you would fear the most,
i bet you hate it...

i will sensor all your ignorance,
and disqualify your time,
you are not more important than i have going on,
well fine,
throw dirt at my name that you shame,
you're only speaking about yourself,
gain too many pains in a world where everybody
cares less about their health.
i will sensor all your ignorance,
and disqualify your time,
you are not more important than i have going on,
well fine,
throw dirt at my name that you shame,
you're only speaking about yourself,
gain too many pains in a world where everybody
cares less about their health.

/

Faced a hell of a lot of threats , they were scared of somethin',
Have to do something with your life , just be on to somethin',
Get your ass up outta of the bed and do somethin',
Get your ass up outta of the bed and do somethin',
Had to make a way to get my mind right,
with what knowledge was in it til hours of the night,
too impatient for the bull , don't waste my time.

©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/06/left-for-peace-do-something-30-days-til.html
Sarah May 26

I used to have a nervous habit
Biting my nails
I tried everything to stop
I was embarrassed about it
The other girls had beautiful nails
Always colorful
Always long
Mine looked like stubs
Shame kept me from biting them again
But then I started biting my lips
I replaced one bad habit with another
This time it was worse
My lips wore anxiety like a neon hat
Telling everyone
“Hey look here! She’s weird!”
Shame- and a lot of chapstick- kept that from happening again
But one habit ends and another begins
My body is still a victim of my  emotions
Now I reach for a blade
But only in places where people won’t see
Except I’m trying to stop
It’s just who knows what I’ll pick up if I do?

Varsha Nehra May 26

I'm a girl, I have the benefit over boys.

Everyone will accept my friendship,

While  yours will be questioned.



I may not be as good as you,

But I have the benefit over you.



I'll always be a victim,

While you remain culprit.

Even if I don't get the justice,

You will be shamed in public.



Society may call me names,

But you are not as free as you think,

The love of your life may never,

Give you a chance forever.



Her life will be changed by your fellow,

She will question your intention,

And pull the arrow,

It'll hurt and you'll see the shackles.



I'm a girl, I have a benefit over you,

I will be forgotten,

But you will be shamed,

If something happens, they'll call your name.



I'm a girl,

I will either fight to live or fight to die,

But you'll never see me cry,

And you'll die under the burden of my cries.

I got this idea from FaceBook Friend Request
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