#jury
i'm living in a courtroom
the sides of my mind in a constant battle
the judge, my hands
making the final decision
of if to tie the knot
or take the pills
or make the cut
the prosecution, my depression
making the case
that i should be punished
for my pitiful existence
with "immediate termination"
the defense, hope
defending my right to life
arguing that the darkness
doesn't make the possibility of light
impossible
the first witness
for the prosecution
is him
the man—
no, sorry, boy—
no, sorry, creature—
the creature with the rough hands
and unsatisfiable drive
that shattered my porcelain, breakable sculpture
he testifies that i was never more than an object
a means to an end
and now?
well, now my purpose has been served
i'm used up
dried out
and the world is getting overpopulated...
the defense
calls my best friend to the stand
she brings an orange
tells me to eat
even in the middle of the chaos
the trial
her eyes are on me
tracing the way i peel the fruit
engraining it into her mind
knowing the same hands
may soon become the perpetrators
she clears her throat to plead reason
but doesn't look away from me
she sees me choking on the juice
and begs me to give her the sour parts
the prosecution is not deterred
my scars are put in the spotlight
jagged lines etched across my skin
proving my mind's betrayal
and when brain and body are separated
well,
am i even human at that point?
or just a monster
hiding in plain sight
covering the evidence
with long sleeves
and weak stories
after all, who could ever love a girl
who can't love herself?
the response
is to bring in a 7-year-old
she smiles at everyone in the room
a contagious light shining through
oblivious to her own future's fate hanging in the balance
the defense doesn't ask her
any deep questions
instead letting her babble on
about how she's going to be a doctor
or a teacher
or an actor
or a detective
or a writer
when she's done and out of the room
they turn to the room
and ask
"that girl has imagined a million futures.
shouldn't she get at least one?"
but when it comes time for closing remarks
hope has disappeared
and the prosecution takes over
pointing out every little mistake
every inconvenience
every place where i should've taken up a little less space
concluding that the world would truly be better off
without me
and now it's just a waiting game
the jury is still out
debating the final verdict
i'm caught in the crosshairs
not partial to either outcome
just impatient for a decision
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 2:21 AM UTC
When it comes
to the verdict
— no noose
is good noose
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 9:57 PM UTC
Black Robe
High Bench
Pursed Lips.
Furrowed Brow
Hand to Chin
The Perfect Pose.
Letter of Law
Bias Hidden
Masked Indifference.
Walk the Mile
Tighten Straps
Pull the Lever.
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 10:11 AM UTC
Too much fury
Forgot to tell the jury
This ain't a fair fight
In the dawn of night.
Alone in the cold
Felt my bones getting old
Might've given up
Forgive me,
I let it all in the hands of
God.
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 4:49 PM UTC
mediocrity
be the judge of me
and see if I give a ****
I know how hard I work
I know who I am
can spit in my face
and still call myself a man
Nov 11, 2022
Nov 11, 2022 at 9:39 AM UTC
The sins of the father and the son must be punished
Allow the juries hand to be corrupt and
Dispense their magical omnipotence.
But taste the finality of man as the hammer draws near
To consequence; and question
The strangers leer in corrupt composure.
The judges sweat melds to the handle, he grips
Hard to the justice of his resolve, as
It slips beneath the bench
And now to the audience, you decide
To solidify a man in a statue to justice or
Grant redemption and torments respite.
Because I put to you that,
the sins of the father and the son must be punished.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 2:20 AM UTC
...
My Spirit, I dropped
My neck, how tragic!—
Oh, why was I doomed?—
What a shame of love,—
Beset me for living
How poor was my trial?—
That king caught me— Just to be his vice!
Surely, I was a noble queen—
'Til the justice defied me..
Coined by 30 years,— Now deriving for 25 years,
This automatic era seemed haste for me,— Where people work less with limbs,— And more with chained machines
All tenses are verbose,— of such faint vision;— When all the dots meet,—
Perhaps, gallops are faster than wheels.
--...
Whenever I daze in my reflection,
I morbidly feel the bruised mark on my pelvis,— whence Homer penetrated it,— And this slit scar on my nape— of my husband's infidelity
Oh fate, may thou all wrath in flames..
I was not an outlaw!—
Thou all praised a sculpture,—
And smashed it, when it was bore!
Thou bidded swears— To a bedswerver's norms!
My downfall revealed thy disgraced offerings— Traitors!
—My poor, poor queen— Do not weep,
For I shall be great,— This lady will
dissect the hypocrites, and clothe
the faithful—
I shall be the image of your tragedy
and glory
This is the order of my commitment
I am a ponent;
I am a defender.
Quote our testament:
"We art the culprits and victims of our own plot. If an admiring rogue invades thy core, it shall weakened thou as culprit into an ever victim— To be held in judgment, and to be both perceived as no innocent."
—The conviction of worldly accomplices,
This shall be the vengeance of an obsolete sentence.—
Altaira, with me,—
Thou art neither a corpse—
Nor a bit of ash;
'Tis the time for ruling
Your Majesty—
Cheers to the jury..
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 3:34 AM UTC
There's a jury in my head
They fight when I'm in bed
They split and throw gavel
Travel from cerebral to people
And back again
My case has not been decided
Though they continue
And I won't sleep until they've left
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
I have secret skeletons
That haven't seen the Sun
From things supposedly fun
Now all they do is make me run
Skeletons exit my closet
And enter my jury box
All of whom I've met
Then put behind locks
Now they throw rocks
Or find ways to mock
They are ruthless
Until I'm toothless
I face a skeleton jury
I face the skeletons' fury
They seek vengeance
Or perhaps repentance
I play lawyer in my mind
This job has become full time
And I must laboriously linger
Through skeleton stingers
Until my mind is rattled
By skeleton saddles
They come from my past
To shatter my glass
The skeletons are attacking
My bones are cracking
Under their weight
They are my freight
They judge me
And begrudge me
I made many moronic mistakes
I left laying at the bottom of lakes
Now they are at the surface
Of my fruitless furnace
Skeletons remain
Like a stain
I look across the plain
To see skeletal rain
Precipitated by my dumb decisions
Droplets make numerous incisions
Each one callously cutting me to the bone
Until the skeleton jury is my humble home
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 4:41 AM UTC
Insecurities chew me down like I chew my nails when insecurities chew me down.
I cry.
I won't lie.
I won't hide.
I won't justify.
It's my life.
I can be sad when I want to;
Mad when I want to;
Glad when I want to -
Be.
I'm expressing myself,
You'll see only what you want to see,
Believe only what you choose,
View it from your own perspective.
Put yourself in my shoes;
Just for a minute.
Can you fill them?
No!
So don't judge me as if;
You would react better;
To all the circumstances;
If you were me.
I'm tougher than you could ever dream to be;
So look away and don't give any judgemental words to me.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 7:27 PM UTC
As the revered taste of the Cuban
expertly rolls from his tongue
And the frivolous sounds of his friends and associates whisk
past his ears
And the bouquet of the wood cling to his pallette
The judge reminds himself ironically
As he confides in his glittering blanket high above
Even retrospection is a needless visitor
And introspection is of no use
When you've brought the gavel down on your own life
And condemned yourself
to a Beachwood bench in the middle of nowhere
Where nobody gives a ****
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
Based on all evidences and witness
And revised act of 2018
This Court
Acknowledges your big day
and wants to,
wish you happy B’day
“Stay blessed
Stay free”
The Jury said.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
She died drowning
Just to blame the sea
Here, I’m the witness.
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
I have no choice
But to put you on trial
Cuz you claim
You're innocent
Until proven guilty
But with all the evidence
I've collected
I'm positive that it was you
Who committed the crime against me
I'm sick of all your twisted lies
The disgusting humor
That this was all one big accident
Saying that in reality
You didn't mean to break me--
Only to leave me bent
The defense says
You were just messing around
That you didn't mean to take
What you stole
But I
-the prosecution-
Say that's ********
Cuz I know you seek control
So now it's time
For your verdict
Take your seats
They're about to start…
…
HA!
The jury says you're guilty
So it's indeed true
That you stole my heart.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 7:08 AM UTC
*Earth to earth, Oh ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
How strange, how familiar, human connection is untrusted
when we awake, each passing day, knowingly that by sunset
Those words would be read out loud
Over an innocent, black brother’s grave site tonight
Too many tears, too many mishaps
who scattered those bullet caps,
Too, many innocent lives have been taken
By the hand of the nervous police,
Even The birds keep gliding in the air shows solidarity
In respect of the dead:
Some human wish they were like them they said.
A charge is one thing. A conviction is another
Black lives does matter.
Who pulled the trigger, which got the last laugh?
The innocent or the victims
More weeks of demonstration,
the fight for the white house continues with words not arms
Blood in the Inner City Streets, subways
and shopping malls, bias and frustration, sound the alarms
Who pulled the trigger, which got the last laugh?
The guns, or the victims,
My poetics tone this morning.
voice your opinion*
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
She laid there
She was still
Her body ached
Her head pounding
Her heart broken
Tears on the brink of falling
How could this happen?
Why?
The man stole a part of her
He stole an important part of herself
He stole it and ran
He left her laying there
He left her on the ground shattered
The next time she saw him
She was on the stand
Her body shaking
Her body ached
Her head pounding
Her heart broken
Tears on the brink of falling
She told the jury the terrible things the man had done
Her body shaking
but she let no tears fall
she held her head up high
she had the man go to prison
after that day she forgot it all
she let her life go back to normal
she smiled as much as possible and enjoyed the rest of her days
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
Girl says no.
Girl says I said no.
Boy says nothing with his mouth but
moves with hands that say *let me start my
cross-examination of the witness* and
looks at her with confused eyes that say
*may I remind you, ma’am, that you are under
oath. Would you like to change your answer?*
Girl says no, I said no.
She is jury,
she is judge,
she is verdict.
She is gavel banging against sound block
on a case closed.
Boy still says nothing but sheds
his clothes like last season’s skin
and when his jeans hit the floor
they say *Your Honor, I am asking
you to recuse yourself.*
He is still confused because
buying dinner is just a more polite way
of buying a girl on her knees
so he wrongfully believes that
his libido has the right
to stand in as a judge in appeals court
to overturn her ruling.
This is the only trial that she will see
because prosecution does not want
to press charges with a case that they do not believe
will result in a guilty verdict and ****
is still widely accepted as
just a he-said-she-said civil case.
*According to the FBI Uniform Crime Reports out of every 100 rapes, 32 get reported to the police, 7 lead to an arrest, and 3 are referred to prosecutors.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
His raven eyes would never see the light of day,
His heart as dark as the blacked out moon,
The weapons he mastered smelted down,
The children he fathered lost and found,
You wanted to see him locked up tight,
You couldn't have known he took his life,
Judge and Jury found him innocent,
Judge and Jury faced a fight,
Public policy said this wasn't right
Public policy told a story
Of the man that captured several views
Of several thousand million different few
That bothered to listen to the man
That changed the earth
For the better of our children.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
*My heart is soiled, and filled by ghosts roaming
Traveling the blackened gouged out pathways
A horror t'was to see their mouths foaming
And watch their spectral broken bodies sway
T'was laughable to see me jump in fear
As the moans and groans of tortured souls cried
Their clear eyes become another worlds mirror
And whisper of my regressions I hide
Yet I know I only face my jury
They come hiding behind many dark masks
Locked away in this hell of pure fury
I close my eyes and take in these cold facts
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
Hell hath no fury like a demon torn*
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
Judge, Jury and Executioner
Grudge, Unruly and T-Rex Dinosaur
Munch, Lunch and Gulp
Yours truly,
The Judge, Jury and Executioner eaten by the T-Rex
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
Gun in hand,
I feel the power coursing through my veins.
One click.
Bang.
The sirens wail,
sending me pumping my feet.
The roar of cops,
Put your hands up!
I run.
Days later,
I'm in court.
*For the charge of first-degree ****** what do you declare?*
Guilty, Your Honor
*Abstract Colleague, you are hereby sentenced to death for first degree ******
Bang the gavel goes
Just like how I killed that man.
Can I be forgiven?
as I think as they strap me in the chair.
no
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
I will agree to disagree and listen while you share your opinions, kindly please realize I understand your misunderstanding and I apologize with the sincerest heartfelt pity
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC