poetry, word doodles and other writing stuff
Bitch
Are
Devils
Engulfing what used to be your soul
Nourish the sucklings of hate
On your bosom
Come to my class I dare you but you need to be
Human
From the news a couple of weeks back: “A country cannot be successful if its people and intellectual elite don’t believe in it. This means dealing with the poisoning of minds through higher education.”
A circle of dull light
The musky smell of old rubber
Encroaching darkness of a cement pipe
Made worse by breathing through a heavy filter
Just crawl forward
Afterwards my arm was blown off–pretend
From all the children my sister was chosen
To stop me from dying–pretend
I always wondered
Was it just our school
Because of the military
Stationed here for over 300 years?
Online I found other schools did the same
With cut-out paper dolls
My school made us into toy soldiers
Original footage on grainy film
Piles and piles of corpses
They showed us
Age 7–or thereabouts
I understood then
that humanity as whole is evil
And now the evil rises again
The prince of the world
His biggest con
Are rumours of freedom
All the while planting poisonous apples
Words you must not use
(If you want research funding)
The prince plucks a juicy apple
And hands it to the humble
Christian praying in their home
Woman
Woman is the word thou shall not use
And so they fail
One after another before the 40 days were over
Woman
Becomes damned once more
You hold the knife then.
Pointed at my stomach then.
Don’t run with scissors again.
I don’t know why I think then,
about this phrase again.
You have this strange look, ghost.
Weird little smile almost,
glee in your eyes almost.
Don’t hold a knife thus then.
So I am not spooked again.
I still think then,
it’s coincidence then.
Until it happens again
and I begin to see then.
And wake up from that dream then.
It turns out it was a delusion.
You were just an illusion,
of a husband unproven.
I was so alone then,
fearing there won’t be atonement.
Absolution in healing then,
as I walk down the street then.
With my backpack neat again.
And I can breathe again.
Leaving behind the foile à deux man.
Darkness within
Sick mind
Suffering soul
Caring for things that don't matter
While breaking the ones that do
You have been lost for so long
Your self righteousness has become your guiding light
Trapped in delusions and unspoken woes
My grief won't save you
True Colours
@storyfae
Hold your loved ones close. Family doesn’t need to be genetic. Don’t sweat the small stuff. Talk about what matters.
Dressed in gaudy garments
That cost the world
A dandelion squashed
By heels that could feed the thousand
I scream in silence
As my sisters bleed in pain
Betrayed by man made deals
Signed by small hands and greedy fingers
The merry go round spins faster evermore
Permanent growth will starve us
We signed the death warrant
And follow the piper out of town
In a private jet
Proudly throwing our water bottle into the recycling bin on the way out
I want to be on top of a mountain
I want to drift on the ocean
I want to dig naked toes in sand
I want to slide down a slope on my bum
I want to jump into the ice-cold sea
without my steamer
I want to camp wild
hot coffee without creamer
I want to fight my way uphill
I want rain in my face and wind in my hair
I want to cycle through overgrown woods
I want to race downhill on my bike
I want to smell pine resin
I want to smell petrichor
I want to hear the silences
The silence of the ocean
The silence of the forest
The silence of bare feet on grass
The silence of the wind
I want to breathe in freedom
You can know yourself
Like the back of your hand
You can love yourself
With all your might
You can shine a light
Into the dark corners of your soul
While holding a poker
–Just in case
You can forgive
So generously
As if your life depended on it
–It just might
You can kick
Your own backside
Gently but assertive
–When needs be
You can stand tall
Within yourself
With pride and humility
And serve
Freedom
A poem a day
Makes the pain go away
A poem a day
And my mood will sway
A poem a day
Is my way to pray
A poem a day
A gentle form of play
A poem a day
Brightens the grey
A poem a day
Like a sunshine-ray
A poem a day
Words form like clay
A poem a day
Jump into a pile of hay
A poem a day
As I walk my way
A poem a day
Without paye
Poetry by Nathalie 