One Word

The story should be brief
The telling no different
A simple statement of facts
But you would remain ignorant
Were facts the tool to tell
A story which must be told
Of a girl once young, now not
You may listen to this story unfold

A world of ideas and concepts
Expectations and wants
For what fits the interests
And who guilt haunts Continue reading “One Word”

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To Them, From Us

To those left unheard.
Your voice is strong.
You will find it.
I will hear you.

To those shoved aside.
Your body is invincible.
They cannot take what you do.
I will stand by your side.

To those they pretend are not worthy.
Your worth is yours.
Catcalls mean nothing.
We will be worthy together.

To those who’s bodies are no longer their own.
You will take back what is yours.
They have not the power you do.
We will take it back together.

For the injustice they create.
For the abortion clinics protested.
For the boys “just being boys”
For the women and girls expected to take it.

They will hear us.
We will go on.

This poem was inspired by the following prompt and a poem written by my friend Sarah that she showed me this morning about the Women’s March.
I have to admit to hesitating posting this, politics are not my thing and I’m not looking for hate. But if I can’t use this platform to express myself, then I might as well shut it down now.

via Daily Prompt: Oversight

Questions To Destroy

The meet, the greet, the get-to-know.
The smile, the hug, the happiness I come to show.
Something there, a connection formed.
To one not much, but to me?

A glowing connection.
Proof – I am worth something.
But, dependency perhaps?

Love of father and daughter.
Not by blood, certainly not.
Is that truly necessary?

A heart to be hurt.
A connection to fade.
A glow to dim.
Is that all it ever was?
Love ever so fickle.
I didn’t believe it. I swear.
Yet I’m hurting.
So I must be lying.
Or were you?
The will to fight.
The strength to go on.
Love riding through to the happy beyond.
Maybe it died before it arrived?
A glowing connection.
Love of father and daughter.
A heart to be hurt.
Love ever so fickle.
The will to fight.
But was it ever there to fight for?

 

via Daily Prompt: Shine

Punishing Yourself

This post was inspired by Daily Post word prompt: Punishment

Weight. 

Crushing down upon your head. Bruising and pounding. Trapped in the ground.

Thorns. 

Wrapping tightly won’t let go. Every word, every touch. Brings in closer the looming pain.

Knives. 

Sharp and clear. Pierce your skin. Blood runs down. The pain returns.

Rope.

Tempting, taunting. What holds me back? Pain releasing. Tears unfurling. 

Life.

Laughter and light. Lies and betrayal. Pain and pleasure. Not time for goodbye. 

Masked

Inspired by Daily Post word prompt, Darkness

Eyes shut tight, to hide out beyond,
Holding to nothing, freed from my bonds.
Permitted to go, forced to stay,
Standing up tall, beginning to sway.
Unable to leave, can no longer remain.

A mask to hide the scars,
A smile to hide the wars.
All I plead, falls on false ears.
They no longer hear.
I no longer stay.

Gone from the beyond.
Released from those bonds.

My name is Mask.
You don’t know me.
But it’s all you’ll ever see.

Slam Status

First time I watched this, it nearly brought tears to my eyes in so many ways. It’s hilarious and oh so true. For that I will always love rewatching it now. Except that with a touchy relationship with my own father I can’t help but regret what I don’t quite have. However, I do happen to have it with my brother, this would be his type of lines.

Jesse Parent – “To the Boys Who May One Day Date My Daughter”

Blank Page

Inspired by Daily Post word prompt Blank

Smooth and calm, pages etched from unknown
Upon which, stories may be sewn.
Clean and clear, open to all for life.
Possibilities of both love and strife.

Open it up,
The urge calls loud and burning.
One page,
Open and none will stop you from learning;

The essence of happy,
Fun and beauty in the sun
The truth of sorrow,
A battle of mind not won.
The weight of anger,
Never without a cost.
The facts of life,
In which, bright and dark crossed.

And so…

The pages lay before you.
They are ready, the pen in hand.
Take hold right now,
The world will never be bland.
It is yours at the making,
All wishes yours to keep.
So every day fill your pages,
Before you go to sleep.

Good luck.

~Shayla

An Empty Cliff

The cliff looms before me
The journey below left unseen

From behind,
Words ring true.
Unpleasant and cruel,
I believe them too.
One step, two step, edge creeps closer

From Behind,
A smack echoes clearly
Startling an wrong,
I wince just barely.
Closer and closer to the ledge

From behind,
Creeps a world of cold.
Joyless and empty,
Where my life is told.
Feet go forward, one in front of the other.

Dare turn back,
Sounds the whispers
You are not missed
What lies behind right now,
You are nothing in their midst.
One step, two step.

Make it, jump it, whispers the wind.
It calls and screams.
Beckons forward.
Another step.

A tear, trailing to the frigid ground.
Closer to the edge.
Whispers of both,
With what they allege.
Next step.

A look, a glance.
To over the edge.
The cliff looms and cries
One soul to another above the ledge.
A smile, so strange.
Holding secrets aplenty
Eyes, suddenly new.
A look to beyond, then

Gone

~Shayla

 

We Forget

Come closer now, into the light
I may whisper a secret for you to write
As the moon closes in
I shall reveal the greatest sin
Christians missed this
Others remain in bliss
It is, by the buddhists not missed
A word of three syllables,
Selfishness
The capacity of a human, to hate so strong
Capability to love leaves nothing wrong
I tell you now, do not forget
You are concerned, by you
Everyday it seems we can’t look up
Won’t take a break from the screen.
Ignorant of sights left unseen
A world of me, myself and I where
It is you against the world for all to bear
Laughter so loud and meaningless
Crying in silence as the tears come to rest
As time and time again
We forget.
We forget of the mother,
Who’s womb we came from
The fights with our siblings,
So foolish and dumb
The grasp of a father,
Firm and forever strong
The joy of a friend,
Who could do nothing wrong
Take a moment please
Think right now and seize,
The meaning of family
What they do for you
A world should not be so black and white
Selfish or not
It is for them I live
It is with them, I became who I am
It is because of them, I wish for more in life
As we forget
Take a moment, look up
To a world beyond just you
You never know what you may find.
~Shayla