"shakens" poems
I was sitting glued,
and watching my TV set,
when the news 'like an hot soup'
brokeout from the ***
it is a deadly killing again
on this face of the earth,
perpetuated by the same devastated religious sects.
I couldn't hold back the tears
dropping down to my shirt,
as i trembly squint the highlight.
With grief they struck the innocents,
living behing no insect.
Causing the survivors a memory hardly easy to forget.
It shakens my biceps
to hear they were only sent.
What a cruel belief!
That turns their brothers to an opponent,
and a pledge to obey they made from the onset
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
Escape with you
Can I?
And I will forever be with you
No matter what
Let’s keep this a secret
Coz You can stay
and I can be
Just what you want me to be
Random moments
Feelings that shakens
What is wrong
will it be right
writing this
just makes me miss you more
so
Let us runaway
the guilt
the love
just you and me
come with me
please
baby
please
boy
love me
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
Each milestone the teacher makes us write
Write about the monsters that makes us quiver
Write about how we can redeem courage
Think. Think. Pause.
What do I write
I am only in first grade
I fear not the boogie man under my bed but
The man you leaves love taps on mommy's face
What can I do
I was taught that what happens here remains
Remains within this household as a secret
Help. Help. Hush.
What do I write
I am in the sixth grade
I fear not the spirit in the basement for he is my friend
But tremble at the sight of the shadow that preys on me
What can I do
Mama is beaten with labor by three jobs
Two for food and one holding that leather belt
Cry. Cry. Hush.
What do I write
I am finally a senior
I fear not of growing up and taking its responsibilities
But awaking from the fairytale reality each day shakens me
What can I do
Swallow another ambien after another
Elimate enduring the nightmare furthermore
Sleep. Sleep. Hush.
Teacher makes us present
Humiliating with laughter or
Understanding with compassion
Write. Write. Erase.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC
How often do you wonder
about the thunder
that shakens your heart
making it pump fear all over your body?
The roar of the gods that compete
with that of your stomach?
The stomping of the legends that
send people fleeing to their huts
to protect what is dear to their hearts,
the electronics that make mother nature cry tears of acidity?
How often have you counted the stars
that are said to hold the spirits of the superior
and wonder why they too hide from
the thunder that screams terror to the ears of the deaf,
and ask yourself where the deemed inferior spirits lay?
for the legends are in heaven
were else the superior are in dead stars that later degenerate
How often do you ponder about God's endurance over one's behaviour
knowing that his wrath could destroy all living beings
and ask yourself why He remains calm like the flow of the river
How often do you ponder about humanity and ask yourself
where the evil that surrounds us comes from
and when will we be cured from it.
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 6:07 PM UTC