#unacceptable
(Haiku x 5)
This dark shines so bright
Blinding, unacceptable
Eyes hide from its light.
Truths are bad, sad, grim,
Taunting, stinging, destroying,
Slashing-poor heart bleeds.
Pain, shame, we cover,
Heart, shoulders, pulled down lower,
Unbearable...for,
Murmurs are like smoke,
Wind-blown...spreading...absorbed.....but,
Wise minds understand.
So, breathe....part curtains
Sun, wind, shall take charge...believe!
The truth sets us free!
Sally
Copyright 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
unlock your senses to what you believe is virtuous! Do not lock yourselves away thinking that everything is alright or that it will figure itself out! Stand up to what you know is unacceptable! Do not wait for the next man to stand up for you because he is thinking you'll do the same! Stand up for your family, stand up for your neighbor, and stand up for your nation!
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
you said I'm complicated,
i say you're confusing,
you said you don't
know what I'm thinking,
i say you never want to
know what I'm thinking,
you said you rather be friends,
i say I want it to be more,
you said you wanted to talk,
i say I don't really feel like it,
you said you're not prepared
to love anyone,
I say you're just not prepared
to reject me properly.
what's the point
in this game of love,
if both of us can't agree
to the same **** thing.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
It starts like a whisper
threadbare promises,
soft hands hiding clenched fists
beneath the skin, bruises bloom quietly,
seeds of silence sowed in the dark corners of a home.
A smile fractured at the edge,
where love's architecture crumbles,
and the voice that was once free
is twisted into the shape of a question:
Am I not enough?
A door slams, not in anger
but in fear.
The echo swells in the bones,
stays in the walls,
turns a house into a prison
where every footstep is weighed with caution,
a rhythm of dread,
beating louder than the heart.
The world outside spins on,
but inside; there is no time,
no refuge, no escape.
Even sleep is just another war fought alone,
dreams choked by the shadow creeping
over pillowcases and quiet sighs.
And yet,
the grasp tightens with a smile.
It is tender, this violence,
a slow suffocation dressed as affection,
coated in apologies that evaporate
before they touch the air.
It doesn't arrive with storms,
but with lullabies that cut deeper
than screams ever could.
What is love in a house that forgets
the meaning of sanctuary?
Where the windows close
to keep the world out
and the mirrors crack
under the weight of too many lies told in silence?
It hides in plain sight,
in the slow erosion of spirit,
in the small sacrifices of self
until nothing remains but an echo,
a ghost tethered to the earth by fear,
too afraid to walk into the light
and too tired to fight the shadows
that cling like a second skin.
And the world wonders:
Why didn't they leave?
But it's not the leaving
it's the unraveling.
Each thread of identity,
each step towards the door,
pulls against a gravity that speaks
in the quiet voice of terror:
You'll never make it out.
You're already gone.
Still, in the deepest night,
there's a flicker, a spark,
a refusal to be fully extinguished.
The insidious grasp weakens,
as the heartbeat that remains
remembers its strength,
knows that hands meant to hold
do not leave scars.
And someday,
a door will open.
The house will breathe again,
and the quiet will become
a sanctuary once more.
Oct 24, 2024
Oct 24, 2024 at 6:33 PM UTC
Change the Changeable,
Accept the unchangeable,
and remove yourself
from the Unacceptable
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
9:38am
9:39am
Fri Sep 18
oft in passing,
remarque~ed on this ironic balance,
for when I amortize my emptiness emotion
to dregs, stomach acid, am fully dispersed,
only molecules bubbling, a non~solid basement,
steel myself, steal myself, for **** words to be
a~rushing into. voids unacceptable,
and control of my mental physiology is overinflated,
overridden. by double dd's, that brook no rationalization,
too late, a new poem is in process of being nationalized,
and there is no recourse, but the on/off switch
so too deep in my innards, my gizzards,
a deep unreachable,
and my master sends his regrets,
sends two hymns^ of comforting voices
singing words that others wrote, but
they soak into me in other worlds
of bewildering comforting
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 4:21 PM UTC