She ran and ran
To catch a breath
which stammered and trembled
The song, her song
which was stuck in her throat
now locked in a chest, safe
Songs
Tag: poetry
“What if” from Vedika
This is so mature
via What if
Bitch, You’re In Prison- Aurora Phoenix
To the uninitiated in Galib. This is what the poet may have alluded to when he talked about tears of blood, You silly smart literals like me. This is a reblog as the name suggests.
they said
“bitch, you’re in prison”
as if
this most salient of facts
jump-suited in sallowing orange
had, even for a moment
escaped my attention
in situation inescapable,
conferring status inhuman.
they snarled
“bitch, you’re in prison”
when I dared suggest,
with temerity
unbefitting caged station,
conversational decorum
contravening jailhouse crudity,
because after all
what do you expect here?
they scoffed
“bitch, you’re in prison”
when I longed
for scintillating discourse
or cerebral stimulation
in lieu of
drama-mongering gossip
and mind-numbing TV,
indicative that jello-brain
is indeed the goal.
they guffawed
“bitch, you’re in prison”
when I scribbled
angsted dreams
upon torn paper scraps
quilled with the clots
of my spurting soul,
mocking the futility
of artistic aspirations.
they assert
“bitch, you’re in prison”
social stratus
lower than dirt
on a slithering snake belly,
cessation of upward mobility
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Welcome To My Pity Party
One more reblog. I am so impressed by this lady.
Even the strongest
Beast,
able to carry a mulititude
Of other’s baggage
can Sometimes fall
Beneath the weight.
How tempting it is
To just stay
Down
Face down in the mud
Created by my tears
How easy defeat
Creeps into my every orafice
With the mud
Whispering a siren song
Luring me to the rocks
To crash and drown
Out the warrior’s cry.
So easy to give up.
And yet
With strained and mud stained hands
I pull my weary body up
Resting on my elbows
I find my strength
To rise again.
(C) Angela Mcclintock
Trialogue 
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