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My dark night
She stood in the shadows screaming
Never saying a word
She looked in the distance wailing
Never seeing a soul
She listened for a long time moaning
Never hearing a sound
Her tales are endless
Tales of anguish
Tales of pain
Tales of sorrow
Tales of shame
Wounds that never seems to heal
Misused and abused not respected but rejected
A woman of much scorn
She was tarnished
She has lost all affection
She hated to be touched
Hated to be embraced
Hated the sight of all men
They tormented her
She was overwhelmed with panic attacks
They gripped her painstakingly
Her cries for help were never heard
She sort refuge in dark and dismal places
She shun every crowded street to trod down lonely places
A safe heaven a comfortable get away for her
Day in and day out she lived in constant fear.....fear of being rapped
Fear of being sodomized
Fear of losing sanity
It bereaved her
Every look every stare accelerated the blood running through her veins and paralyzed her soul
Those looks brought shame and guilt to her she was sure that everyone knew what she had done how terribly bab she was
She was badgered by criticizing thoughts
Was it me?
Did I encourage this?
Did I welcome this awful tradegy?
Was I to be blamed?
God gave me a mouth,why did I not say anything?
People must think I'm slack to have allowed such things to happen
That's why it continues to repeat itself again and again and again
She was angry sad bitter
The hurt the pain and the shame were more than she could bear
Her emotions formed a whirlwind in her head
Death seemed to be a comfort for her, she sought it but it never came
She was burdened and wanted to be set free
She searched tirelessly for a getaway but her back was against the wall freedom was not in sight.
Moments of intimacy were torture to her...passionless
She felt nothing
Thought nothing
Said nothing
She laid there motionless pretending it was all good but in essence she was never really there
She felt violated
She wanted to scream but her voice was all choked up
She wanted to lash out but her hands were all coiled up
She wanted to push them away but she was comatose
They were predators heartless demanding criminals
Who tore through her flesh ruthlessly
Invading her private space and defiling her childhood
They robbed her of her innocence by attacking the very roots of her being
The most precious part of her existence
Self gratification did nothing to ease her pain
Neither did excommunication
Being pregnant was the epitome of her distress
She hated the one who had impregnated her
She wanted to strangle him kill him he was a demon in her eyes for no good and decent person would do such a thing
She was a great mother inspite of her struggles but there were times she couldn't bring herself to embrace the male child
Not that she didn't love him but after all he was a MALE
I saw her and I knew
Her eyes said it all, they're the window to her broken troubled soul
Her crushed spirit and her messed up mind
She was overshadowed with a spirit of heaviness
A damsel in need of healing words warm hugs
Reassuring word and undivided attention
She needed someone to show they
TRULY
Someone to put this ragging tempest to rest
But no one took the time
No one shared her pains
No one saw her tears
No one saw her scars of misery and no one that was anyone belived her story.
So she kept it all bottles up inside fermenting an animosity and distaste for all men
Pinning away in her despair but never giving herself away
A black woman of many pains
Imprisoned in her own Guantanamo Bay
Trapped by shackles she sort to break
Her suffering were boundless they ran deep beyond the ocean floor
High above the starry skies and lengths across the width of the earth
She had dreams
Never saying a word
She looked in the distance wailing
Never seeing a soul
She listened for a long time moaning
Never hearing a sound
Her tales are endless
Tales of anguish
Tales of pain
Tales of sorrow
Tales of shame
Wounds that never seems to heal
Misused and abused not respected but rejected
A woman of much scorn
She was tarnished
She has lost all affection
She hated to be touched
Hated to be embraced
Hated the sight of all men
They tormented her
She was overwhelmed with panic attacks
They gripped her painstakingly
Her cries for help were never heard
She sort refuge in dark and dismal places
She shun every crowded street to trod down lonely places
A safe heaven a comfortable get away for her
Day in and day out she lived in constant fear.....fear of being rapped
Fear of being sodomized
Fear of losing sanity
It bereaved her
Every look every stare accelerated the blood running through her veins and paralyzed her soul
Those looks brought shame and guilt to her she was sure that everyone knew what she had done how terribly bab she was
She was badgered by criticizing thoughts
Was it me?
Did I encourage this?
Did I welcome this awful tradegy?
Was I to be blamed?
God gave me a mouth,why did I not say anything?
People must think I'm slack to have allowed such things to happen
That's why it continues to repeat itself again and again and again
She was angry sad bitter
The hurt the pain and the shame were more than she could bear
Her emotions formed a whirlwind in her head
Death seemed to be a comfort for her, she sought it but it never came
She was burdened and wanted to be set free
She searched tirelessly for a getaway but her back was against the wall freedom was not in sight.
Moments of intimacy were torture to her...passionless
She felt nothing
Thought nothing
Said nothing
She laid there motionless pretending it was all good but in essence she was never really there
She felt violated
She wanted to scream but her voice was all choked up
She wanted to lash out but her hands were all coiled up
She wanted to push them away but she was comatose
They were predators heartless demanding criminals
Who tore through her flesh ruthlessly
Invading her private space and defiling her childhood
They robbed her of her innocence by attacking the very roots of her being
The most precious part of her existence
Self gratification did nothing to ease her pain
Neither did excommunication
Being pregnant was the epitome of her distress
She hated the one who had impregnated her
She wanted to strangle him kill him he was a demon in her eyes for no good and decent person would do such a thing
She was a great mother inspite of her struggles but there were times she couldn't bring herself to embrace the male child
Not that she didn't love him but after all he was a MALE
I saw her and I knew
Her eyes said it all, they're the window to her broken troubled soul
Her crushed spirit and her messed up mind
She was overshadowed with a spirit of heaviness
A damsel in need of healing words warm hugs
Reassuring word and undivided attention
She needed someone to show they
TRULY
Someone to put this ragging tempest to rest
But no one took the time
No one shared her pains
No one saw her tears
No one saw her scars of misery and no one that was anyone belived her story.
So she kept it all bottles up inside fermenting an animosity and distaste for all men
Pinning away in her despair but never giving herself away
A black woman of many pains
Imprisoned in her own Guantanamo Bay
Trapped by shackles she sort to break
Her suffering were boundless they ran deep beyond the ocean floor
High above the starry skies and lengths across the width of the earth
She had dreams
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Posted: May 2018
About this poem:
This is a piece I wrote years aback about the struggles I've had to face and eventually overcome having been a victim of child s*xual abuse.
Letting yourself go
Let yourself relax into this moment. Let yourself be held without anyone needing to hold you up. Let yourself meet the unknown.
It's ok, It is a place we don't have to know with our mind. What if there was angels all around you? Can you just see them? What if there was a love so vast that you could never be a part of?
would it be possible to go anywhere knowing that this love couldn't find you. You are entering from a far within your heart and it embraces you.
I trust that you will be welcomed by a presence that knows you and needs you. Seeing is believing in oneself the matter of the heart, looking past the hurt and the pain. You are perilous a gift of compassion that gives true self desires.
Compassion is something given out of repeat to oneself. True to the heart that dwells within your soul and not your ego. Identify with our soul now look beyond the realm where we have meet the souls in our past spinning around in spirit.
Color and music lyrics heard from a sound of choice of any matter slurs of echo's in the background blowing on the winds of change floating towards me in a frenzy.
Feelings overcome me like pulling me into a blinding sight of light that has entered my body seeing it from the source of the beginning.
Tranquility trickles down slowly and I reach to touch your heart to guide you
It's ok, It is a place we don't have to know with our mind. What if there was angels all around you? Can you just see them? What if there was a love so vast that you could never be a part of?
would it be possible to go anywhere knowing that this love couldn't find you. You are entering from a far within your heart and it embraces you.
I trust that you will be welcomed by a presence that knows you and needs you. Seeing is believing in oneself the matter of the heart, looking past the hurt and the pain. You are perilous a gift of compassion that gives true self desires.
Compassion is something given out of repeat to oneself. True to the heart that dwells within your soul and not your ego. Identify with our soul now look beyond the realm where we have meet the souls in our past spinning around in spirit.
Color and music lyrics heard from a sound of choice of any matter slurs of echo's in the background blowing on the winds of change floating towards me in a frenzy.
Feelings overcome me like pulling me into a blinding sight of light that has entered my body seeing it from the source of the beginning.
Tranquility trickles down slowly and I reach to touch your heart to guide you
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Posted: May 2018
About this poem:
I wrote this a long time ago because I need to forgive myself of letting someone control me and to psychically and mentally abuse me. It has caused me many issues to this day as my anxiety, depression and Post Trauma issues come and go. I still manage the best to my knowledge and take each day a new one and not worry about what was and see what is now.Pandora's Box
Sitting at the edge possibly dangling over by the thinnest wire a mysterious box looks temping to open it. The steam ripples out across her box sitting in caged, the heat of the moment. Flames of desire leap up into the sky her pain reached over every element of the earth.
I let my curiosity mind open the box running and racing thoughts poor over me that beckon at my will. Knowing it was wrong I opened Pandora's Box. Slowly I felt a hush of silence come over me feeling the ultimate of a desire that was trapped inside of me.
Possibilities danced in my mind for what pleasures might be there? Riches unbounded, beauty unsurpassed, joy beyond imagination. But, what if instead the dread that lurks behind the surface of my conscious mind hearing the vibrations echo the terrors of countries waiting in the depths of pure souls twilling in the night.
Moments later a fleet of leaves float off a tree landing on the ground the Earth only a chill could it be a hope that would keep me alive? Unbearable curiosity outweighs all caution in my life sometimes never holding back.
Trembling with anticipated delight or it is fear? Anger and pain alone I hurt because that's what loners do if the wire were to break if I were to fall chaos would take control because I am Pandora's box.
Once opened all of everything that was trapped deep within me it would break loose things you have been warned to stay away from would manifest in me. I wouldn't become taboo though I thinking I might be worthy to be looked at and worthy to be loved all would turn to me opening my box.
I am Pandora's box calling to you daring you, asking you to open the box just see what's inside what makes me tick putting away the anger, sadness, hunger, deep unnerving pain, beat through my barrier.
The end wrote by Kara 2008
I let my curiosity mind open the box running and racing thoughts poor over me that beckon at my will. Knowing it was wrong I opened Pandora's Box. Slowly I felt a hush of silence come over me feeling the ultimate of a desire that was trapped inside of me.
Possibilities danced in my mind for what pleasures might be there? Riches unbounded, beauty unsurpassed, joy beyond imagination. But, what if instead the dread that lurks behind the surface of my conscious mind hearing the vibrations echo the terrors of countries waiting in the depths of pure souls twilling in the night.
Moments later a fleet of leaves float off a tree landing on the ground the Earth only a chill could it be a hope that would keep me alive? Unbearable curiosity outweighs all caution in my life sometimes never holding back.
Trembling with anticipated delight or it is fear? Anger and pain alone I hurt because that's what loners do if the wire were to break if I were to fall chaos would take control because I am Pandora's box.
Once opened all of everything that was trapped deep within me it would break loose things you have been warned to stay away from would manifest in me. I wouldn't become taboo though I thinking I might be worthy to be looked at and worthy to be loved all would turn to me opening my box.
I am Pandora's box calling to you daring you, asking you to open the box just see what's inside what makes me tick putting away the anger, sadness, hunger, deep unnerving pain, beat through my barrier.
The end wrote by Kara 2008
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Posted: Sep 2017
About this poem:
I wrote this a long time ago. It was what I was feeling and wrote from the deepest of my heart and soul..Regarding true indentity
Regarding true identity
I am the web that weaves strands spun with silk smooth to the touch. I am the moon sister howling to the stars above in the sky bright light shining universe the space in between.
I am the day and of the night, for I am the sun and the earth a starving woman and I am a whaling child. I am the sound which can break the silence calling out and hearing the echo of the wind and rain. I am dirt and fire essence is eternal to be only void of all.
I am whole to the concept of having many splinters that have dug so deeply from the wounds of many. I am one who don’t bend to anyone who has shown me any dis respect, I am but yet a human being who’s feelings can be hurt, I am one with a broken heart, I am one who has seen and tasted great fears and joy of love in life.
I am but yet a reality standing in front of you ready to face the challenges in life the journey. I am the coin both different on the sides but smooth the touch.
I am balance of the scales never one side to out weight the other heart against the feather facing the truth of justice holding the sword against me asking me how do you come to me?
With this I answer I have no fear, I show no boundaries, I have no lost or no gain, I am that of a leaf falling from the tree touching the ground in silence, I am the clouds above floating moving and changing shapes.
I am the trust of one self-image, I am in the beauty of the beholder, I am the eyes which look and see beyond, I am the mirror looking back, and for I am Regarding true identity.
By Kara copy righted 2010
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Posted: Oct 2017
About this poem:
I wrote this at a deep time in my life. Having following the bumpy road and falling down and was able to get back up brush myself off and keep moving.Imagine if...
Here is something for you to think about, Imagine if we was awoken each morning by the sun rays, that will tickle your skin, to the sounds of birds in the horizon how beautiful would that be,
To wake up surrounded by nature waterfalls, streams breathtaking gardens and fields. Animals playing not worrying about them getting slaughtered by poachers. A place where you can also grow your own fruit and vegetables, To explore what this world has to offer the true beauty’s of nature, we can dream hey,
Imagine this to if people supported each other not expecting anything in return, a unconditional love, a love that you automatically respond in time of need to be heard even. It seems that people are stuck in a world with their own problems, not wanting to help in a way to be heard for once,
I expect all of us to try regardless, no bull shit excuses, such as i have my own problems to deal with. Their is no need for selfish behaviour, We came here as spiritual beings to love, to protect, not for this place that i call hell, a place we live in today, is not a life where we feel free from harms reach, we need to love, not to hate. To respect people to understand each other’s needs, what is happening to the old fashioned values,
Here is something else for you to Imagine, Love is just an illusion! The connection does not exist, unfortunately love has died “so has the old fashioned morals! Happiness is just a dream Love is a feeling we dream, whatever love may be just stays in a dream of hope to keep ones soul going, to live in hope, to believe that dreams can come true,
But love what is love? We fear the mind, we fear the unknown, and we fear the truth “we fear far too much, we have reason to fear! Life is how we make it! Imagine if we all saw life through the eyes of a child? Imagine if people could have the ability to love?
To wake up surrounded by nature waterfalls, streams breathtaking gardens and fields. Animals playing not worrying about them getting slaughtered by poachers. A place where you can also grow your own fruit and vegetables, To explore what this world has to offer the true beauty’s of nature, we can dream hey,
Imagine this to if people supported each other not expecting anything in return, a unconditional love, a love that you automatically respond in time of need to be heard even. It seems that people are stuck in a world with their own problems, not wanting to help in a way to be heard for once,
I expect all of us to try regardless, no bull shit excuses, such as i have my own problems to deal with. Their is no need for selfish behaviour, We came here as spiritual beings to love, to protect, not for this place that i call hell, a place we live in today, is not a life where we feel free from harms reach, we need to love, not to hate. To respect people to understand each other’s needs, what is happening to the old fashioned values,
Here is something else for you to Imagine, Love is just an illusion! The connection does not exist, unfortunately love has died “so has the old fashioned morals! Happiness is just a dream Love is a feeling we dream, whatever love may be just stays in a dream of hope to keep ones soul going, to live in hope, to believe that dreams can come true,
But love what is love? We fear the mind, we fear the unknown, and we fear the truth “we fear far too much, we have reason to fear! Life is how we make it! Imagine if we all saw life through the eyes of a child? Imagine if people could have the ability to love?
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
I Imagine if we lived in peace...I dream for love,for everyone to love imagine that ? How beautiful would that be if we all got on ?
Piscean Peace
silence tide
waves of comfort
soothe my ears
cool my soul
wash my heart
liquid quiet
with closed eyes
some imagine death
dark and still
dormancy mine
transcendence
welcome
spirit released
to wander
explore
return
wringing wet
with rejuvenation
in perfect balance
ready to battle
on this
desert dry
clamorous
land
waves of comfort
soothe my ears
cool my soul
wash my heart
liquid quiet
with closed eyes
some imagine death
dark and still
dormancy mine
transcendence
welcome
spirit released
to wander
explore
return
wringing wet
with rejuvenation
in perfect balance
ready to battle
on this
desert dry
clamorous
land
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Posted: Aug 2017
Post CommentSadness True Story
There are moments an times in life when sadness comes into play an stay.Things are no longer same.Finding peace thru these times from present an future is often met with tears ect..If said sadness continues on it affects everything...One must dig deep within the conflicted mind to go on..Pushing thru memory's an fear trying to break free of them
. Sometimes the sadness stays.grabbing hold grabbing hold.A downward spiral into madness.pain an lonlyness..Will said person find the spark to carry on.somehow to find inner strength..Hopefully so.Redirecting an practice of calm an Zen will help said person see the lite as love is often cause.
. Sometimes the sadness stays.grabbing hold grabbing hold.A downward spiral into madness.pain an lonlyness..Will said person find the spark to carry on.somehow to find inner strength..Hopefully so.Redirecting an practice of calm an Zen will help said person see the lite as love is often cause.
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Posted: Aug 2017
Post Comment
The Carousel ??
Embryos wait for all to know...
Infants rejoice to hear"no"...
As we find an answer..
We believe that its all good...
Suddenly our world is fine...
Today we find another in our search...
To rise to a virtual peace...
We find the answer to share in the Result...
L.O.V.E...
Infants rejoice to hear"no"...
As we find an answer..
We believe that its all good...
Suddenly our world is fine...
Today we find another in our search...
To rise to a virtual peace...
We find the answer to share in the Result...
L.O.V.E...
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
Online Dating = Life's Drive Thru.." May I take your order?"
My Heart
I am the mess of clouds form in your wake,
I am the laughter, you mistake.
Such vibrant colors behold a life forsaken to make.
All in front, in a flash.
Hands quivering, lips trembling, eyes like waterfalls.
A loss is so lost, soul shattered.
Broken and falls lifeless.
Upon the cracked ruby walls.
I am the voice spoken within the halls.
Eyes filled with nothing more but a hollowed shell.
Encased with memories, is that the sound of bones breaking.
Or a heart quaking, giving its last thump.
white roses becoming a darker shade.
The rotting, wilting ashes.
Of a foundation crumbling, here and gone.
I dream at long last of life misunderstood.
Decaying to time.
The vast open range, to be reborn upon an endless cycle.
Bittersweet and true a life forgotten.
Making, taking, breaking, forsaking, A form of Waking.
A fragile heart shattered in two.
Death shall consume.
A woe of utter despair, in the air.
I held all I hold dear.
To lose it all, within a reality dreamlike shape.
Fear over a dream, only nightmares to appear.
Such is fate, left my heart to break.
I am the laughter, you mistake.
Such vibrant colors behold a life forsaken to make.
All in front, in a flash.
Hands quivering, lips trembling, eyes like waterfalls.
A loss is so lost, soul shattered.
Broken and falls lifeless.
Upon the cracked ruby walls.
I am the voice spoken within the halls.
Eyes filled with nothing more but a hollowed shell.
Encased with memories, is that the sound of bones breaking.
Or a heart quaking, giving its last thump.
white roses becoming a darker shade.
The rotting, wilting ashes.
Of a foundation crumbling, here and gone.
I dream at long last of life misunderstood.
Decaying to time.
The vast open range, to be reborn upon an endless cycle.
Bittersweet and true a life forgotten.
Making, taking, breaking, forsaking, A form of Waking.
A fragile heart shattered in two.
Death shall consume.
A woe of utter despair, in the air.
I held all I hold dear.
To lose it all, within a reality dreamlike shape.
Fear over a dream, only nightmares to appear.
Such is fate, left my heart to break.
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
I was in a relationship, for a good amount of time, when she left me my world fell, no matter how I felt it decayed.I even went to such lengths of suicide, but as I'm here, I assume i wasn't meant to end, but my feelings were shattered and so am I.
I like you
I Like you for who you are
Not for what you can be
Likening you is the best thing ever happened to me
With you my world is at peace just because you like me
And not for what I can be
Not for what you can be
Likening you is the best thing ever happened to me
With you my world is at peace just because you like me
And not for what I can be
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Posted: Apr 2017
About this poem:
Went you like someone simple don't be afraid getting to like that person well probably be the best thing you have ever done in your life.You see that person everyday an because of you are you afraid to approach the person to tell them I like you
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