Poetry

Tell me a truth, and ill tell you a lie Let's both confess something before we die. Im frozen, fading. My memories of you are beginning to fade. This November I'll forget. Look me in the eyes I say and give me a reason. Don't say I'm sorry, I need you to try. Is it a bad time to say that I've cried ? Forge me a ring, a reminder and marry me to...

Hear the children cry No one cares They are forgotten They don't exist. Treat them like dung Walk all over them They scream for help Our ears are deaf No one speaks for them Who is their voice We're to busy Or we don't care. Girls/boys being sexually abused Every one turns a blind eye Society doesn't care anymore Even if someone reports...

Wake up, get rigged, work, buy, Pay taxes, get snatched, service, die. "What are you?" — Middle class. "No thank you, you don't appear in my glass. Ok, still, let's try... what religion? Get out, 'cause you're not "this one." Someone else asks, "What race, caste, origin, language?" "Get killed and wrecked; you don’t fit our lineage." Go to the...

They call her a voice of brown pain, But we’ve heard louder cries, from fields soaked in sacrifice, from mothers who buried sons, not metaphors. They sold us short, for lowercase lines and over-capitalized lies— as if formatting could mask the absence of truth. She speaks of lands she never walked, names wounds she never bore, calls for borders...

Gaurav Kundi, a father, 42, Drunk one night, walking out, no clue, A minor argument with his wife, Just like any couple in daily life. But to the police, it was “domestic strife,” Dragged him to the street, no cause to believe, He screamed, "I didn’t do anything!" She begged, “Please, leave him, we’re just talking.” His wife filmed, terrified and...

I’m crying, I’m screaming so loud, Hoping to hear a shout for help, Or even a sound, So I know it’s not just me in this loneliness, Why has my brain fallen into the abyss? All I need is help , but what help can I get, For this loud screaming voice in my head, It enters my chest, Making me cry a river of sadness, my last normal breath becoming...

where the hell am I I don't recognize this place we are led like cows to slaughter blind to this disgrace we take their poisons with a grin while they get filthy rich they play us like a lab of rats then kick us to the ditch our taxes buy their mansions the market is their bank they wallow in their sick perversions their eyes are dark and...

I appear relaxed and happy, most people like that about me. How surprising it’d be if they found out that’s not me. However unlikely, played this part too long and anything else would feel wrong. I try my hardest to stay strong and never show what’s inside, yet I still find myself wishing I didn’t feel the need to hide.

**The Heart of a Tempest** A storm within, a raging, endless sea, Where waves of anger crash eternally. A heart of stone, a soul of iron cast, Forever bound to this tempest, forever fast. The pain, a viper, gnawing at his core, Leaving wounds that fester, evermore. Rage, a wildfire, burning fierce and bright, Consuming reason, plunging him in...

we got drones in Jersey drones in LA are they from the future are they here to stay are they comin' from the sea or comin' from the sky were they made in deep space or is it just a lie re-engineering that is all the rage shake us up shake us down keep us in a cage they're playin' us like fiddles where can truth be found? multi-million dollar...

Greet the morning light, watch the missiles falling after deadly night, comes another day bright light in the skies watch the missiles falling bitter tears dim eyes comes another day watch the new day break, watch the missiles falling starving folk awake comes another day amongst anguished cries watch the missiles falling children daily...

In the caverns of her mind, she screams in despair, A solitary echo in the chilling air. "God, answer me!" Her voice, a desperate plea, Lost in the void, devoid of reprieve. "Why create me, knowing only pain? To suffer in silence, to wither in vain." "Where were you when innocence bled, When childhood's laughter turned to dread?" "In the...