#impure
Pure… Impure.
Just illusions society taught us.
Mother Nature never sorts her creations ,
she holds a dying body and a newborn in the same arms.
She shapes a man and a woman in the same quiet womb.
She touches fresh skin and funeral ash with the same gentle hands.
She loves white, brown, and black with equal warmth.
She offers a nun and a prost!tute
the same quiet grace,
for nature never learned
the meanings of “holy” or “sinful.”
Maybe Nature never made “pure” or “impure”…
We painted those lies on her truth.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 12:23 AM UTC
If the feeling is pure,
unbiased and untainted,
why then does the heart
bleed black
.
Jun 3, 2023
Jun 3, 2023 at 10:50 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, blood is shameless;]
impurity on the ***** red
I pure I shed
hunger I fed
so loose so tight on the lead
so irritating she bled
revolting when it messes with the head
doors closed sounds spread
again unlike the befores I said
polluted on garments I five the two
onto the further of the farthest of lives
I paint I skin
I smudge the thin in the thrill
till it comes to a ****
and a breathe is willed
for nails to blood
and fingers to clot
guilty shame not guilty shameless pleasures on the lots
I care I not
--------ravenfeels
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 5:00 PM UTC
Roll up! Roll up!
Examine the corrupt,
the nose, hair, the olive of skin.
Dishonourable, alloyed blood.
Rub, Rub
I can't get it off.
grate, burn, scour,
I can only cleanse, gloss, polish.
Look! Come and see
the fresh, clean impurity.
Lay on the table,
sparkling shimmering.
We cannot control these sinful things.
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 10:59 AM UTC
and if the rules of the church
are the only way i'll get into
"heaven"
well,
to hell
with that .
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 3:09 AM UTC
You stripped my self worth,
dragged me into an ocean of fear,
left me feeling impure and touched.
I wish I could feel
innocent and pure once more.
I wish I could shed
this skin along with my past away.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
There is a secret;
The Secret of secrets
Beyond the imagination of our impure selves
There, lies all my unknown self
For I am a mystery yet untold.
Here, I am
But seen to be there.
There, was I
But not seen nor heard.
I was looked at, but not seen
I did not speak, but I was heard
I was not looked at, but I was seen
I was not heard, but I was listened to
This shadow is not mine but this body's
For I am not this body but this soul
—Jibril Abdulmalik ©2019
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC
Within the stillness of that night,
when nothing seemed to be quite right;
They came to me with veins of ice,
and at that time, I was only nine.
~
What they wanted, I knew too well,
the shame, the pain, the guilt, the Hell;
My pulse went up, my heart, it fell,
they made me promise not to tell.
~
What could they possibly want with me,
I didn't understand, I couldn't see;
The horror drove me to my knees,
and I quietly cried out my small plea.
~
My call, it fell upon deaf ears,
as it had done, all of these years;
This wasn't the first time they brought fear,
nor the first time that I cried my tears.
~
"Won't you please just go away,"
this I wished, this I prayed;
But to no avail, they continued to play,
I felt that I was on display.
~
Just like the other nights before,
my body ached, and I was sore;
I didn't feel alive no more,
as I picked myself up off the floor.
~
When they were finished, they let me be,
alone again, just the walls and me;
I was shaking from my head to my feet,
they left me impure, and incomplete.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
There was a little girl,
I knew so long ago;
What happened to this child,
I truly did not know.
~
I felt so badly for her,
as I watched her in her room;
She never laughed or smiled,
inside her small cocoon.
~
She simply sat there gazing,
had she ever been defiled;
I wondered as she sat there,
so timid and so mild.
~
She was a mini-me,
of this I knew for sure;
For she behaved like me,
after being made impure.
~
I turned my head away,
I couldn't watch no more;
I said a small prayer for her,
this little one of four.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 1:36 AM UTC
The ghost of my childhood is lingering around the wave of impurity. The more I imagine, the more I drown in my own misfortune.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 8:25 PM UTC
Dust, in the air
unseen impurity.
The spectrum of humanity, good and bad.
Black and white.
Being submerged in the black feels unnatural, unlike me.
I'm calling on my star for something unattainable,
unused,
pushed under the carpet.
It's presence sparkled when I saw a child laughing at the sky.
Innocence.
To wear blue, and feel serene,
To wear yellow, and feel joy,
To wear pink, and feel love,
To wear purple, and feel life.
I used to wear Innocence.
I dress differently now,
I wear emerald green, and feel anxious,
I wear a cloudy grey, and feel impersonal.
I wear stained white, and feel everything
I wear only black, and feel nothing.
I wear sin now.
I'm all the things I once wished upon a star not to be.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
I can still feel your hands on me,
The way they took, the way they gripped at my skin until I screamed.
You liked hearing me scream but you held a hand over my mouth just in case there were ears nearby.
You bruised my lips with how hard you held my face in place, I could barely breath.
Your hands they took, savagely, selfishly
Your eyes trailed my body with a tenderness that you couldn't possibly possess.
They humiliated me, for I was open, helpless.
Weak.
You took and took, and you ******* took!
I cried, I kicked, I begged, but you were all about finishing what you started.
I can feel your hands, everyone who has ever touched me has your hands.
I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying, somebody help me, please stop, no more!
I want to feel pretty but not like this.
I flinch at the unexpected embraces.
I awaken in fright when I should be at peace in the night.
You took.
And you couldn't even look me in the eyes because you knew.
You knew
...
But you still took.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 1:27 AM UTC
This drowsy heart is robbed of all love,
Stolen away in criminal fashion,
Put on the black market,
For a one night stand.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 2:25 AM UTC
*I was born out of light
Born to devour
The darkness
The hatred
With the powers within me
With each dark soul I devoured
My heart became impure
And over time
My pure soul
Shattered
By the same darkness I destroyed
And I became
The darkness
I was born to devour*
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 10:22 AM UTC
Impure is my mind,
The gnawing desires,
Unfulfilled, weakening neurally
My being, second by second.
Not millions of them
A dozen, may be.
Whom can I disclose,
Gripped with fear,
Of getting trapped
For lives?
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
My world is pure and simple.
My mind is impure and complicated.
Come inside.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Gestures always so polite
Doesn't seem right
Impurity and doubts
Falsely sweetened mouths
Good to the worst
No bitter words burst
No expression of offence
Nothing said in defence
So sweet, so easy going
So tolerant, so loving
No respect for self?
Left the heart on the shelf?
Observing the moves
Following the cue
Now I see you
You are one by two.
A brain so sly
Always telling a lie
Fooling honest souls
To reach your vicious goals
Talking ill behind ones back
Frankness you lack
I pity thy soul
It’s gone for a toll
Not brave, not true
A coward in you
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC