Damaged

I love the short, sharp sentences in this poem to highlight the writer’s message.

Caffeinated Lynne. A Poet with A Pen.

berry

I hate arguments.
The way I’m always wrong.
How you raise your voice.
Incessant swearing.
I do everything.
I am Super-“You-Name-It.”
You say it’s My “Job” —
because you work “all day.”
So you are a slob?
You have no respect.
I am human. I get tired.
Wouldn’t you? Trade me.
The kids. My mom. Bills.
School. Laundry. The house. Tired yet?
You wouldn’t last here.
We are so different.
I love my family. You don’t.
You hate visiting.
You are on your cell —
if you go. But that is you.
“Winding-down” is it?
I love spending time
with my kids. You become bored.
Shhh! You fell asleep!
Eleven years now.
We don’t cuddle, hug, kiss– touch.
Sleep in the same room–
Anymore.
And you try– now. You
want to make it work. Like  the
times before– But it
never lasts. We are
damaged from the inside. Your
words.. they…

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Live On by Joyfrida Anindo

The road is tough and rough,
Corpses grow like weeds on bumps,
Live on, Don’t stop,
Avert your eyes where need be,
Don’t look them in the eye as they die,
They said,
But I couldn’t understand
Why they chose to look but not see,
Why they could see and not feel,
Why they could feel and do nothing,
Keep living,
They said…


About Joyfrida

This poetry was written by Joyfrida Anindo. She is a Kenyan lady who lives and works in Nairobi, Kenya.

You can visit Joyfrida’s blog and read more of her writing here: https://joywrite.wordpress.com/


Another great submission from Joyfrida! Check out her last submission, Cracks of Time, or visit the Submit page to submit your own writing. I’m especially keen to see good writing tips and poetry right now.

Diet or Die Trying

Pressure immeasurable
In this vast, bleak expanse
Weighs down, weighs down
Counting the inches
Encircled with
Tape measures that scorn
Wrap around, wrap around
Outer criticisms constraining
Generating self-hatred
Bitter voices, scowling faces
Judging me, judging me
Inner criticisms encouraged
Taking up the space
Too much space
Push harder, yet
Never enough, never enough
Body imperfect
Expectations beyond reach
Weigh again, weigh again

Maybe It’s Time

Great poetry with a really important message

The Fabricated

globes

Time and time again
We say we’re going to
make this world a better place.
We say this, we say that.
We do this, we do that.
But maybe it’s time,
And maybe this time
We’ll put our minds together,
Storm through this weather,
And figure out what matters.

We talk and we talk
debate and debate,
while these creatures are
dying at an alarming rate.
No action is an action,
which causes a chain reaction
to things not getting done.
We the people have the power,
we can make this our finest hour

So, let us not cower in
the face of adversity.
We have the opportunity
to build a strong community
and bring everlasting unity.
This is the way it should be,
We should see eye to eye.
Looks like it’s time
To see the bigger picture.
For us to fix these things,
and put the pieces back…

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In Plain Sight

My window faces the street
Always busy, people rushing
Past without a glance at
The face behind the dusty glass

Do you see me here? I see
The world passing me by,
But always I am hidden
In plain sight, behind the glass

Perhaps some think I am only
Their reflection, and continue
On their way, not bothering
To turn and look at me

I build my window on the street
To see the world around me
But these sheets of glass just hold me back –
Isolated in my window world

Enemy Of The State

Very relevant, very powerful, and all too real.

Jennifer Juan

You’re right, it isn’t my country,
despite swapping states,
like I used to swap Pokémon cards,
and completing the assimilation game,
without cheat codes.

“Uncertainty is excellent,
all is well.”
Says ageing, expat, pop star scum.

I’ve never stolen anything,
but the hearts of a few,
and even then,
I returned them, with interest.
I still can’t shop without being watched,
I’m hoping my private reality show is cancelled, soon.

He’s right, this isn’t my country ,
despite all I’ve given.
I wanted to be just like you, once,
or at least the you on sale in gift shops.

Tea, Oxbridge pleasantries,
it isn’t real,
and now, neither am I,
despite the very real passport in my possession,
that is happy to claim me as one of your own.

I only want to own myself,
and walk the streets,
hopeful, as you do.

I do not go where I am not…

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Generation Death

There goes a generation that won’t put a cross next to your name.

The traitor is among us
Standing right before our eyes
We let him keep on lying
As our generation dies
Tomorrow there’s no future
For no life exists today
Burn deserter’s buildings down
To teach them we won’t pay

We are the future of this world
Destroyed by those before us
A nauseating burden on our shoulders

Violence, the only way
Make the media respond
All the young ones are to blame
Our anarchistic bond
Count is in, your lucks gone cold
No, you won’t celebrate
Another term, on your back
Now we won’t take the bait

We are the future of this world
Destroyed by those before us
A nauseating burden on our shoulders

We won’t take this: generation screwed
Over by the bastards that we couldn’t remove
None of the affected could even cast a vote
Praying on the youth to remove all hope

The future has gone cold again
Plain as day, the lies they tell
We listen and believe them
Hypnotising, like a spell
The traitor is among us
Standing right before our eyes
The bastard keeps on lying
As our generation dies

We are the future of this world
Destroyed by those before us
A nauseating burden on our shoulders

We won’t take this: generation black
None of us will ever dare to turn our back
None of the affected could even cast a vote
Praying on the youth to remove all hope

We are the future of this world
Destroyed by those before us
A nauseating burden on our shoulders

We won’t take this: generation screwed
Over by the bastards that we couldn’t remove
We won’t take this: generation black
None of us will ever dare to turn our back
We won’t take this: generation nought
Denied an education that we never shall be taught
We won’t take this: generation red
Converted by the monsters who would kill us dead!
None of the affected could even cast a vote
Praying on the youth to remove all hope

We were the future of this world!


Author’s note: I am on holiday this week. For this reason, I will be unable to reblog/share any of the great poems or stories that appear on my dash. Instead, please enjoy these lyrics – they are several years old, but some of them have never been published before.

Paradise

Future darkness waits, you just smile
Ignoring flaming warnings of destruction
Burning in the night
Let the weak survive and thrive
Whilst man and woman, holding hands, have been lost
Enter, all who oppose shall die
Emotions raw
Pull the lever, take a stand, now choose who lives or dies

Make peace before you leave, to your God
To the people who don’t understand
Trying to tell you your purpose
Standing there feeling no guilt
On the edge of the world, crying aloud, why oh why?
Ready to return there once again
Feel the pain
Tears run down your face, a chance to learn of your place

A fire burns all through the night
And calls you to its blaze
Screaming, reaching for the light
Caught in fires and in flames

Kill for pleasure, they have lied
And tricked us, Kingdom of the Free
We rot, waiting for the sign
Arguing kill the children
The next generation shall be refined
Relying on a cure that will never come
See the paradise
Annihilation of the people who used to believe

A fire burns all through the night
And calls you to its blaze
Screaming, reaching for the light
Caught in fires and in flames

You’re trusting in a saviour who will never come
Reaching out to him
We have created paradise
Future darkness waits, you just smile


Author’s note: I am on holiday this week. For this reason, I will be unable to reblog/share any of the great poems or stories that appear on my dash. Instead, please enjoy these lyrics – they are several years old, but some of them have never been published before.

Throne of Skulls

Well they said all men were equal
Drilled in your head from birth
Corrupt and lie
Well I guess that’s right
Every man knows his own worth

Now their principles are soundly
You’re not raised to disagree
Make no mistakes
And know your place
‘Cos no ones as equal as me

Sitting on my throne of skulls
I, I am your mortal God
There is no power for me to fear
‘Cos I, now I control the Earth
Twisted mind
All will be mine
Eyes set straight on worldwide domination

The youth are trained to obey
To destroy all who oppose
Believe it’s true
What they tell you
As the nationwide fear grows

‘Cos if all the men are equal
There’s one thing to understand
You’re not like me
I am, you see
More equal than any man

Sitting on my throne of skulls
I, I am your mortal God
There is no power for me to fear
‘Cos I, now I control the Earth
Twisted mind
All will be mine
Eyes set straight on worldwide domination

Your freedom is gone
Under my regime
You do what you’re told
Think what you’re told
Believe what you’re told
All that I tell you to do
‘Cos if all the men are equal
Then I control equality

Sitting on my throne of skulls
I, I am your mortal God
There is no power for me to fear
‘Cos I, now I control the Earth
Twisted mind
All will be mine
Eyes set straight on worldwide domination


Author’s note: I am on holiday this week. For this reason, I will be unable to reblog/share any of the great poems or stories that appear on my dash. Instead, please enjoy these lyrics – they are several years old, but some of them have never been published before.