Submissions by trxppy_ja (NXGHTOWL)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2015 00:43am
24th Mar 2015 00:43am
Catholic Girl School
In school I was taught a subject
Once a week for two periods
Every
Single
Year.
Religious Education they called it.
Blasphemy.
They taught me one religion.
Christianity.
They taught me that as a girl,
I should not wear clothes that make men lust after me
That I should be aware of the sins I may cause others to do
I remember year after year I was taught
That I may ask for Salvation from a God
Who sees me as a tool for lust.
But my body was supposed to be His temple
And I thought that I was supposed to be a creature that...
Once a week for two periods
Every
Single
Year.
Religious Education they called it.
Blasphemy.
They taught me one religion.
Christianity.
They taught me that as a girl,
I should not wear clothes that make men lust after me
That I should be aware of the sins I may cause others to do
I remember year after year I was taught
That I may ask for Salvation from a God
Who sees me as a tool for lust.
But my body was supposed to be His temple
And I thought that I was supposed to be a creature that...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2015 00:07am
23rd Feb 2015 00:07am
Denying What I Know Is There
I keep mistaking being busy with
needing to be occupied
so that I don't slip into
the darkness that will consume me
but let's not call it what it is
and I refuse to accept
my state of mind
even though nights are filled with
salty droplets
and heavy thoughts
what does this mean?
the smile on my face
means nothing to me
but it lights up people's world
so I achieve my goal of being useful
but I can't stand myself
so I tuck myself into a pocket of lies
where I don't use that word,
the awful word...
needing to be occupied
so that I don't slip into
the darkness that will consume me
but let's not call it what it is
and I refuse to accept
my state of mind
even though nights are filled with
salty droplets
and heavy thoughts
what does this mean?
the smile on my face
means nothing to me
but it lights up people's world
so I achieve my goal of being useful
but I can't stand myself
so I tuck myself into a pocket of lies
where I don't use that word,
the awful word...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Oct 2014 10:36pm
5th Oct 2014 10:36pm
Meditation
The silence of a room,
The potential held in that one space.
An art so deep and purely textured
Coated with nothingness that gives us the key to existence,
How can meditation be evil?
How can a spiritual form that was taught to me
A form that has made me so peaceful
be considered among the depths of the world that I am not taught
How can something so powerful be considered that way?
I know that meditation has its different types,
But just because I recite a chant that you may not understand
Why would that make me evil?
"Nam myoho...
The potential held in that one space.
An art so deep and purely textured
Coated with nothingness that gives us the key to existence,
How can meditation be evil?
How can a spiritual form that was taught to me
A form that has made me so peaceful
be considered among the depths of the world that I am not taught
How can something so powerful be considered that way?
I know that meditation has its different types,
But just because I recite a chant that you may not understand
Why would that make me evil?
"Nam myoho...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Sep 2014 4:06am
14th Sep 2014 4:06am
A Letter To My 10 year Old Self
Dear *inserts my name here*,
I know you're ashamed of the way your mother
Braids your hair in two big plaits at either side of your head
On the off chance that you didn't get to go the hairdresser that weekend
Because you know if they're crooked by even one centimeter you're going to be the laughing stock of you class for the day
But don't be
You're beautiful
And nothing they say to you will ever really matter
The way your name is spelt has nothing to do with anything
Because even though it starts with a T and Z
The T being silent doesn't mean you...
I know you're ashamed of the way your mother
Braids your hair in two big plaits at either side of your head
On the off chance that you didn't get to go the hairdresser that weekend
Because you know if they're crooked by even one centimeter you're going to be the laughing stock of you class for the day
But don't be
You're beautiful
And nothing they say to you will ever really matter
The way your name is spelt has nothing to do with anything
Because even though it starts with a T and Z
The T being silent doesn't mean you...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Sep 2014 6:02am
7th Sep 2014 6:02am
The love of a mother
They say the love of a mother is,
Like no other.
But what about the lies of a mother?
What about the shitty nights,
Spent wondering why the fuck you have to go through this.
I put the blade to my wrist,
But I know it's not even worth it.
Because she can hurt me,
But what's the point in hurting myself.
To scar my already scarred skin,
Add to the pain,
Add to the ugly.
I will cry my eyes out,
Before bed,
After.
But I will not let her see.
I will not let her know of my pain,
Because it will bring her pain.
And...
Like no other.
But what about the lies of a mother?
What about the shitty nights,
Spent wondering why the fuck you have to go through this.
I put the blade to my wrist,
But I know it's not even worth it.
Because she can hurt me,
But what's the point in hurting myself.
To scar my already scarred skin,
Add to the pain,
Add to the ugly.
I will cry my eyes out,
Before bed,
After.
But I will not let her see.
I will not let her know of my pain,
Because it will bring her pain.
And...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Sep 2014 11:52am
5th Sep 2014 11:52am
Indigenous
I cry for a people,
Once forgotten.
My ancestors,
Or maybe even not.
The people found on my land.
A people 'discovered'
And wiped out,
By brutal, inhumane force.
A people only viewed as pawns,
For the wealth of their land.
A people so kind and gentle,
To only give of their crown as gifts,
Of peace.
And to have their trust broken down,
and turned into nothing.
To be forced into a religion so foreign,
To be enslaved on their own land.
A people only spoken about in the classroom,
As if, they aren't important...
Once forgotten.
My ancestors,
Or maybe even not.
The people found on my land.
A people 'discovered'
And wiped out,
By brutal, inhumane force.
A people only viewed as pawns,
For the wealth of their land.
A people so kind and gentle,
To only give of their crown as gifts,
Of peace.
And to have their trust broken down,
and turned into nothing.
To be forced into a religion so foreign,
To be enslaved on their own land.
A people only spoken about in the classroom,
As if, they aren't important...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Aug 2014 6:31am
9th Aug 2014 6:31am
(Not) Guilty
Between the hours of 12 and 4am you claim that I have met the real you,
Even though silence prevailed dominantly during those sacred hours.
The hours that I held on to.
Silence much like a court room,
when the judge is about to give his sentence and everyone holds their breath,
waiting...
That's what they say love is though,
Being comfortable with you,
Even if it's just in silence.
But I would not be accused of such things,
As love.
I would not be charged with such false allegations,
Because I do...
Even though silence prevailed dominantly during those sacred hours.
The hours that I held on to.
Silence much like a court room,
when the judge is about to give his sentence and everyone holds their breath,
waiting...
That's what they say love is though,
Being comfortable with you,
Even if it's just in silence.
But I would not be accused of such things,
As love.
I would not be charged with such false allegations,
Because I do...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Jul 2014 7:08pm
1st Jul 2014 7:08pm
the difference between us
I can see what the weed does to you
You call me at 3am
High as a bird
You want me to be your Mary Jane
But we both know I can never give you that high
All your problems 'gone' from that one spliff
But I'm here listening as you rant on your rooftop
About the shit life you live
And I will never understand because
Swimming pools in our backyards
Are what separate us
You as a ghetto youth, me as a rich kid
Your marijuana dreams are what keep us separated
Because I'm straight edge
But you don't know...
You call me at 3am
High as a bird
You want me to be your Mary Jane
But we both know I can never give you that high
All your problems 'gone' from that one spliff
But I'm here listening as you rant on your rooftop
About the shit life you live
And I will never understand because
Swimming pools in our backyards
Are what separate us
You as a ghetto youth, me as a rich kid
Your marijuana dreams are what keep us separated
Because I'm straight edge
But you don't know...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jul 2014 6:06am
1st Jul 2014 6:06am
unwashable bedsheets
love in these unwashable bed sheets
i try to forget about you
and the nights we spent together
but i can't
and it kills me
i remember how we said forever
but forever ended a long time ago
and i guess i misunderstood your
meaning that was in between the lines
that i would love you forever
even if we weren't together
i guess thats why
i still cry desperately in these bedsheets
as i try to get my heart back
from you
the one that fucked me over
i try to forget about you
and the nights we spent together
but i can't
and it kills me
i remember how we said forever
but forever ended a long time ago
and i guess i misunderstood your
meaning that was in between the lines
that i would love you forever
even if we weren't together
i guess thats why
i still cry desperately in these bedsheets
as i try to get my heart back
from you
the one that fucked me over
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2014 8:53pm
21st Jun 2014 8:53pm
silence
i do not need a pastor nor preacher
to lead me in negro spirituals
or choruses that have lost all meaning
i do not need a teacher to guide me in meditation
to prove that i am thankful for this earth
i just need the silence
the sound of nature and this earth
that is enough for me to know of a higher deity
whether He is called Jah, God or Spirit
whether you worship 10 or 1
religion does not interest me
just the knowing what is right from wrong
and trusting in this higher deity
spirituality is what we need
because...
to lead me in negro spirituals
or choruses that have lost all meaning
i do not need a teacher to guide me in meditation
to prove that i am thankful for this earth
i just need the silence
the sound of nature and this earth
that is enough for me to know of a higher deity
whether He is called Jah, God or Spirit
whether you worship 10 or 1
religion does not interest me
just the knowing what is right from wrong
and trusting in this higher deity
spirituality is what we need
because...
725 reads
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