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.

Blood Into Ink

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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.

Things I have seen: blogging about real life

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

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Difficult realities, (reblogged)

It took her all to do it. Her very last shred of soul Withered from the nightly act Of betrayal. But she finally told. She didn’t want to bring her mother pain Destroy her family Cause his demise As accused by her kin. And the shame And blame was Heaped upon her Like burning rain […]

via Please Believe Them — Things I have seen: blogging about real life

Still waters run deep

This lady will go places 🙂

Life

Are you really mysterious?

Or are you just notorious?

Sometimes laughing so hard,

Sometimes crying so low,

You’re hard to interpret,

But you’re easily judged,

You stand so tall,

Do you ever budge?

Create a distance from people unknown,

Or a greater one from those already known?

Hopes too high,

Self-love too low?

You’re quiet most of the while,

Mistaken for being a bore,

A storm under that smile?

Or the calm sea about to soar?

Not prepared to say yes,

Too scared to say no,

You like them,

How will they know?

How does it feel,

When they tell you ‘you’re too meek,

Too shy or too weak’ ?

Do they know you’re made of steel ?

But,

How much do they know of the stories

Beneath your scars,

Or the sleepless nights

Trying to break the bars?

So don’t be their version of PERFECT,

Be your own one,

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