angry women
Hand
It is placed in a small hand
Small palm
A cup
To be held
(thoughts leave ligature stains)
To be violently kept
And dig deep
Down the red seams
Called fortune
That rise like trees
But uproot themselves
At the wrist
One so pale and daggered
One limp yet meaningful
One’s soul might forget it extends
One sparrow
One stone
One star to find me
(a comets score would burn a smaller space)
The World had turned within a tinier spot
How long could we keep the world turning
Under my thumb
It is placed in a small hand
Small palm
A cup
(the chalice had filled with spray)
Grey matter and lust
The clear pink of a dark red
the moment just before
Brutal
(elementary momentum)
Brutal
The moment just before
..........
He had paused and looked and let out a clear headed scream and his eyes were gashes the color of nickel and stone his heart was stone cold his voice was deep his voice was high pitched uncontrollably so his eyes were thrown wide his head was foggy he only wailed and moaned he wailed he wailed he wailed on a head no longer clear....
So deep and dark was his soul
..
..
..
It is paced in a small hand
Small palm
A cup
And it’s weight in iron
Would sink the world
Small palm
A cup
To be held
(thoughts leave ligature stains)
To be violently kept
And dig deep
Down the red seams
Called fortune
That rise like trees
But uproot themselves
At the wrist
One so pale and daggered
One limp yet meaningful
One’s soul might forget it extends
One sparrow
One stone
One star to find me
(a comets score would burn a smaller space)
The World had turned within a tinier spot
How long could we keep the world turning
Under my thumb
It is placed in a small hand
Small palm
A cup
(the chalice had filled with spray)
Grey matter and lust
The clear pink of a dark red
the moment just before
Brutal
(elementary momentum)
Brutal
The moment just before
..........
He had paused and looked and let out a clear headed scream and his eyes were gashes the color of nickel and stone his heart was stone cold his voice was deep his voice was high pitched uncontrollably so his eyes were thrown wide his head was foggy he only wailed and moaned he wailed he wailed he wailed on a head no longer clear....
So deep and dark was his soul
..
..
..
It is paced in a small hand
Small palm
A cup
And it’s weight in iron
Would sink the world
Written by Calamityofgin
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Women and Freedom
I seek not to disparage
Nor strive to be like you
Difference, not inequality
I am woman, authentic, true
Not at liberty to provide
Emancipation, up to me
Asking of you the privilege
Implies I am unfree
Approval is unnecessary
Not a question of causality
Needing not your permission
To establish equality
Uninspired to be you
My own self on a stage
For he who wishes to dominate
I shall refuse to engage
Inspired by Simone De Beauvoir – The Second Sex
Nor strive to be like you
Difference, not inequality
I am woman, authentic, true
Not at liberty to provide
Emancipation, up to me
Asking of you the privilege
Implies I am unfree
Approval is unnecessary
Not a question of causality
Needing not your permission
To establish equality
Uninspired to be you
My own self on a stage
For he who wishes to dominate
I shall refuse to engage
Inspired by Simone De Beauvoir – The Second Sex
Written by mel44
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Thank you to the following members for voting:
Northern_Soul, AspergerPoet56, wilberfloss, Bluevelvete, EyeLikeMe, shadow_starzzz, Poems4me, DaisyGrace, hackerstacker, faithmairee, Just_Me_, Insiderew, cold_fusion, Marks, DanielChristensen, poeticfool, Noble_Incubus, HansTheVicious, Phantom2426, Indie, Tallen, Hotpuffinstuff, Razzerleaf
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the winner again for emphasis: some of this passed me by as an unamerican but the general gist is universal
the winner again for emphasis: some of this passed me by as an unamerican but the general gist is universal