Poison words

Destructive words and confrontation

Speaking deep with aggression

Each expression is ammunition

Just take my affection and passion

Please stop speaking poison

let me love you, my companion

Pieces in the wreckage

Broken piece of me /

lay still in the shattered glass /

rest now my remnants

Fireworks

gunfire distinct/

turnt to memory in mind /

bright colors, and tears

Small explosive fun /

from happiness to trauma /

fireworks can trigger

while you celebrate /

remember those with triggers /

need time and respect

Equality

Let’s make love not war /

we stand for equality /

morals torn by hate

Wake up

Let me wake up

free me from this dimension

Weaving in and out of dissociation

Laying in the ocean of depression

Waves crashing on my foundation

Nervously awaiting the projection

That states have placed on this nation

Twisting knot into the mental evolution

I want to wake up

I think I’ve misunderstood the purpose

I have skipped a line or word I suppose

The future is dead and you’re a dose

Of stimulants to this generation, comatose

The world is ending, this is no disservice

And you are watching it burn like cannabis

I want nothing to do with this harshness

You’re future is hideous

Interpreter

Self: there no such thing. /

internal interpreter /

hush. I’m now present.

Choices

Happiness and peace /

are thoughts, sorrow is also. /

But the choice is yours.

Judicial Brawl

On one side a small group huddles around a large oak table,

and the other side as a mirror reflecting every motion.

A deity of sorts watching the chaos from above the commotion.

A scribe at the ready, but still as if time had stood still.

A crowd gather in the room to view the spectacle.

A man approaches center room and waits for permission to speak.

A booming voice reigns over the large room, “Proceed.”

The cowardly man only speaks to call forward a witness to the stand.

The Judge agrees and allows a shriveled man in a bow tie to step forward.

“Sir, Truth is the only thing we allow here. Falsities are punishable by law.”

The speaker nods in agreeance as the questions pour from the coward.

Questions and comments fill the minds of the elder, but he is cooperative.

The Senior is repeatedly hit with verbal punches and prods as he is cut off.

Much to the dismay of the Gentleman’s team to the right of the judge.

Quotation after quotation, Media after media, picture after picture.

The elder knows not what the Lady’s team, to the left, is regarding.

The Gentleman’s Coward steps forward to question,

But rather than cowering they portrayed a confidence in the battle

They asked relevant and functional questions and statements,

Rather than droning on and spewing nonsense into the chaos.

The Senior lightened up, now more cooperative and revived.

The Elder looked at both parties as the deity’s voice boomed once more.

“Who is the criminal here sir? you saw all, Speak. Point the blame.”

The senior stands, Ready to go to battle. Theoretical sword in hand.

The Shriveled man the poked to the Lady’s defense. “She is the Liar.”

The court went silent, followed but the tsunami of murmurs and whispers.

“Very well. Judgement will come to those who spread falsity.”

The large deity stands and gestures for the Gentleman’s team.

The Lady and her supports surrounded in seconds.

The gentleman stepped through the crowd with a grim look.

She pleaded, “It wasn’t my intention. I am the victim.”

The Gentleman places his hand on her solder and speaks.

” I will not strike you, but i will take pleasure in your sufferance.”

As he turns his back the crowd envelops the small framed woman.

Screams and pleads for mercy seem to echo from within the chamber.

The Gentleman turns to watch, punches and kicks seemingly at nothing.

The gentleman remarks “It didn’t have to end this way.

To destroy you was never my purpose. I loved so deeply for you.

You stabbed me in the back for money, fame, and the like.

You deserve this, and are finally the victim you so desperately longed.

I can now take my life back, but not without your stain in my works.”

The crowd dismantles soon afterwards, to reveal a mass upon the table.

This mass, previously the Lady, Laid still and motionless.

Victimized and brutalized from her falsehoods and untruthfulness.

Two men appear, dragging her limp body away from the center room.

The crowd watched in justified awe. They had taken law upon themselves.

The deity stands, ” This matter is resigned. Please retire to your homes.”

The room slowly emptied, until the Gentleman was standing in solitude.

His memory reeling as he recalls his previous partner and their lust.

“I attempted to save you from drowning, and you pushed me under.

I was unable to breath and you only cared for yourself. My soul departs with you.”

Ship in a bottle

I am but a small rickety boat

Torn sails, drifting in vast waters

The only forward motion by gusts of the unexpected.

My wooden boards are discolored and bleached.

Crew are not to be seen. A ghostly sight truly.

But then when storms arise I am swallowed whole.

Engulfed in the waves of judgement and worthlessness.

Rains pelting down like insults from whatever god smote me.

Thunder claps like a hard blow to the stomach.

Forcing me to gulp down my pride and weather the storm.

Going no where but constantly moving.

Movement is all I know, like a fish.

I will die without water flowing through me.

Without wind in my battered sails, I am useless.

I know not the taste of surrender.

Nor do I know the sound of the world beyond my bottle.

I am a small ship, but I will withstand.

Your storms of violence will not torment me.

I will rise to see painted skies of pink and gold.

as my small ship sails forever forward.

Opinion maze

In the workplace I am a liar,

In the meeting room I am the scapegoat,

In the romantic light I am undeserving

In a motherly tone I am uncompassionate

Opinions make up my mind maze

Walking into walls of hatred and disdain

Rounding corners to gazes and remarks

Only to find myself back at the start

what had I done wrong? Who did I hurt?

Is it true? What can I do to stop it?

And with that I found the exit to my maze

With that I left other’s opinions to them.

Nothing I say, do, or intent can affect the outcome

Opinions are opinions for a reason.

I don’t agree with everyone.

They don’t see my views either.

But today I will choose my path

And that way is through the exit.