#review #persephone #poetry
I NEVER KNEW
The angles started singing a lullaby
Peaceful dark occupying my eyes
I never knew there could
Any more peace than this
I never knew I could be
In a perfect bliss
I call the stars and
Tie my fate to it
I drown my scars and
Burn myself in the sins I commit.
I never knew I could be
Singing to you
I never knew I could be
Your muse
But tripling over the sorrows you hide
I got to know the secrets you confide
In the darkness which doesn't leave your side
Let me burry it
With my wit
Of comparing my times.
I never knew I could be
Loved like fine wine
I never knew I could be
The simily filling your lines.
I NEVER KNEW
The angles started singing a lullaby
Peaceful dark occupying my eyes
I never knew there could
Any more peace than this
I never knew I could be
In a perfect bliss
I call the stars and
Tie my fate to it
I drown my scars and
Burn myself in the sins I commit.
I never knew I could be
Singing to you
I never knew I could be
Your muse
But tripling over the sorrows you hide
I got to know the secrets you confide
In the darkness which doesn't leave your side
Let me burry it
With my wit
Of comparing my times.
I never knew I could be
Loved like fine wine
I never knew I could be
The simily filling your lines.
#persephone #review #wca #wcss
#prompt
IRONY
I remember he once said , "You should love yourself like you'd want other people to love you. And I love myself just the same way. " He looked so charming that I couldn't help but love him and believe every word he'd say. And somewhere, through the time, I forgot the first sentence he said.
I remember, when I was with him, I always felt like I'm in a haze, as if I'm swimming in water and he is Poseidon, controlling my waters. As if I'm not in his heart, but his hands. It almost felt like cocaine, except that I was high on him. Whatever he would say, I'd believe. He said I should be happy and I'm happy. He said I should be sad, and I'm sad.
But every drug starts to harm your body and mind sooner or later. I had overdosed on him. And I felt like I couldn't breathe if he wasn't near me. I wanted to be with him, but all I felt was that I was drowning in his ocean. Maybe it was his over effect. My friends tried to help me, but nothing would pass through my mind, 'thick skull', he'd say.
One day, I dared to ask him that why he was flirting with another girl. And I saw that devil in his eyes that made me flinch and just when he saw the fear on my face, he showed me who was in control and had more power. It was the first time but not the last.
He'd call me different names I would rather not think of again , but some days he'd make me feel like a princess. While someday, a prisoner. Maybe he was right. But one day, he said he'd leave me. And he did. He just left me, without another word. I got a text later, he said that I was caging him. And I asked myself a better example of irony.
#prompt
IRONY
I remember he once said , "You should love yourself like you'd want other people to love you. And I love myself just the same way. " He looked so charming that I couldn't help but love him and believe every word he'd say. And somewhere, through the time, I forgot the first sentence he said.
I remember, when I was with him, I always felt like I'm in a haze, as if I'm swimming in water and he is Poseidon, controlling my waters. As if I'm not in his heart, but his hands. It almost felt like cocaine, except that I was high on him. Whatever he would say, I'd believe. He said I should be happy and I'm happy. He said I should be sad, and I'm sad.
But every drug starts to harm your body and mind sooner or later. I had overdosed on him. And I felt like I couldn't breathe if he wasn't near me. I wanted to be with him, but all I felt was that I was drowning in his ocean. Maybe it was his over effect. My friends tried to help me, but nothing would pass through my mind, 'thick skull', he'd say.
One day, I dared to ask him that why he was flirting with another girl. And I saw that devil in his eyes that made me flinch and just when he saw the fear on my face, he showed me who was in control and had more power. It was the first time but not the last.
He'd call me different names I would rather not think of again , but some days he'd make me feel like a princess. While someday, a prisoner. Maybe he was right. But one day, he said he'd leave me. And he did. He just left me, without another word. I got a text later, he said that I was caging him. And I asked myself a better example of irony.
#review #persephone #poetry
AM I Right?
They say be quiet
They say you'll get your rights
They say men don't bite
Then why am I so scared to go out alone at night?
They say sexism is just our paranoia
They say these women are anania
They say the abuse will go away
If there isn't a word you'd say.
But how long should we endure this pain?
Karma'd throw our menses on you like a rain
I know you don't like it when say these words
What makes you think "fuck" and "slut" are any better?
Isn't it misogynistic of you to say
That periods aren't pure
Those people feel the pain for giving birth to such assholes
And this pain's something you can't even endure.
Am I right?
Or not?
I'm sure you'd say
That I'm wrong.
Of course I'm a girl and I shouldn't have a say
Whether I wanna live my life in a better way.
I'm sure being a 'man' would teach you how to 'love' better
I've heard these lovers being the ones to instigate suicide letters
But half of the world is out there is ready for a witch hunt
When I share my poems to you, I risk a stunt
To the crowd who loves to stay quiet because it isn't you
I'd wish you to be in front of hitler instead of the jews
But conclusion would say that you got no fault
You are just encouraging the rapists out there, that's all
And it isn't as a big a crime as having a vagina
God give you some wisdom, I pray to goddess Athena
The way patriarchy has rotten our souls
That these people expect us to sit at home,
with a kid in womb and forget our goals.
I'm sure it isn't as big a deal for you
Because I'm the one here who's being accused
Of doing something , which apparently is a mistake
Whether you believe it or not, our species is at stake.
Am I right?
Or not?
I'm sure you'd say
That I'm wrong
Of course I'm a girl and I shouldn't have a say
Whether I wanna live my life in a better way.
AM I Right?
They say be quiet
They say you'll get your rights
They say men don't bite
Then why am I so scared to go out alone at night?
They say sexism is just our paranoia
They say these women are anania
They say the abuse will go away
If there isn't a word you'd say.
But how long should we endure this pain?
Karma'd throw our menses on you like a rain
I know you don't like it when say these words
What makes you think "fuck" and "slut" are any better?
Isn't it misogynistic of you to say
That periods aren't pure
Those people feel the pain for giving birth to such assholes
And this pain's something you can't even endure.
Am I right?
Or not?
I'm sure you'd say
That I'm wrong.
Of course I'm a girl and I shouldn't have a say
Whether I wanna live my life in a better way.
I'm sure being a 'man' would teach you how to 'love' better
I've heard these lovers being the ones to instigate suicide letters
But half of the world is out there is ready for a witch hunt
When I share my poems to you, I risk a stunt
To the crowd who loves to stay quiet because it isn't you
I'd wish you to be in front of hitler instead of the jews
But conclusion would say that you got no fault
You are just encouraging the rapists out there, that's all
And it isn't as a big a crime as having a vagina
God give you some wisdom, I pray to goddess Athena
The way patriarchy has rotten our souls
That these people expect us to sit at home,
with a kid in womb and forget our goals.
I'm sure it isn't as big a deal for you
Because I'm the one here who's being accused
Of doing something , which apparently is a mistake
Whether you believe it or not, our species is at stake.
Am I right?
Or not?
I'm sure you'd say
That I'm wrong
Of course I'm a girl and I shouldn't have a say
Whether I wanna live my life in a better way.
#review #persephone #poetry
WHITE COATS AND HIM
The crowd shouting his name
I cannot see their eyes, I cannot see your smile
The families shouting a kid's name
He can't hear them out, he's in his magical time
Meeting the fairies, in his deep slumber
Stumbled upon the famous parable
White Coats and white halo is seen
What he thinks is, if not for them, where he could have been?
I hear the truthlful lies, being told to the families
I cannot see a cure, I can't see future joy
The families think its a white lie, wished he was hercules
They cannot see their hard work, they've only seen
How he choked on the food, how he could not breathe
How he lunged for water, but he could not see
His eyes blurred the luminous world
His mouth said just one word,
"Mommy."
But he's sitting down there, waiting for the sleep to end
He wants to go to the beach and play with the sand
Making castles and bridges, he'd in live with his friends
And only he knows that he was touched with White Coat's miraculous hands.
The white coats put on by Gods and their human assistants
Checking whether everything is in place
Checking every right tool to cure his ailments
That is when we see
The White Coats alone in the room with him
They have their gloves on
In a moment they turn on their magic
I'm not here to eulogize someone's duty
I'm here, I'm trying to signify, a profession
A treasure, a work that prolonges our hearts beat.
If not for them, the kid would still be in his sleep
His soul escaping his body's boundaries
If not for them, the families would have started to weep
For the kid couldn't have woken up from his sleep.
And now he, sitting with his families
Looking with awe at them
One day, he made a belief,
He'll wear a white coat, he'll be one of them.
WHITE COATS AND HIM
The crowd shouting his name
I cannot see their eyes, I cannot see your smile
The families shouting a kid's name
He can't hear them out, he's in his magical time
Meeting the fairies, in his deep slumber
Stumbled upon the famous parable
White Coats and white halo is seen
What he thinks is, if not for them, where he could have been?
I hear the truthlful lies, being told to the families
I cannot see a cure, I can't see future joy
The families think its a white lie, wished he was hercules
They cannot see their hard work, they've only seen
How he choked on the food, how he could not breathe
How he lunged for water, but he could not see
His eyes blurred the luminous world
His mouth said just one word,
"Mommy."
But he's sitting down there, waiting for the sleep to end
He wants to go to the beach and play with the sand
Making castles and bridges, he'd in live with his friends
And only he knows that he was touched with White Coat's miraculous hands.
The white coats put on by Gods and their human assistants
Checking whether everything is in place
Checking every right tool to cure his ailments
That is when we see
The White Coats alone in the room with him
They have their gloves on
In a moment they turn on their magic
I'm not here to eulogize someone's duty
I'm here, I'm trying to signify, a profession
A treasure, a work that prolonges our hearts beat.
If not for them, the kid would still be in his sleep
His soul escaping his body's boundaries
If not for them, the families would have started to weep
For the kid couldn't have woken up from his sleep.
And now he, sitting with his families
Looking with awe at them
One day, he made a belief,
He'll wear a white coat, he'll be one of them.
#poetry #persephone #review
OH FLAWED POET!
Oh! Flawed poet,
I wish to bring you to perfection
And yeah, flawed poet
I know I'm not under your affection
but see here flawed poet,
We surely have a connection
So, flawed poet,
Let's move into the right direction.
Stars are still asking,
For your little confession
The Moon, and it's shine,
Does it's magnanimous reflection
Let us, in out time,
Destroy our imperfections.
But no, flawed poet,
Don't give me rejection,
And again, flawed poet,
For your own world, have a little possesion.
Yet, flawed poet,
This scarlett sheet knows your expression.
Come, let's fly,
I just wanna keep you under my protection
Don't waste your time,
Explore your fate's collection-
Of all the lucky diamonds
Which will rain your direction.
So, my dear flawed poet,
Don't make me a unused possesion
And oh! Flawed poet,
Time might not give you,
Another chance at perfection,
So flawed poet,
Grab every risk, make haste,
Let us destroy your imperfections.
Oh! Flawed poet,
I deserve your affection.
Note: The flawed poet here is me and my conscience or the inner voice is talking to me.
OH FLAWED POET!
Oh! Flawed poet,
I wish to bring you to perfection
And yeah, flawed poet
I know I'm not under your affection
but see here flawed poet,
We surely have a connection
So, flawed poet,
Let's move into the right direction.
Stars are still asking,
For your little confession
The Moon, and it's shine,
Does it's magnanimous reflection
Let us, in out time,
Destroy our imperfections.
But no, flawed poet,
Don't give me rejection,
And again, flawed poet,
For your own world, have a little possesion.
Yet, flawed poet,
This scarlett sheet knows your expression.
Come, let's fly,
I just wanna keep you under my protection
Don't waste your time,
Explore your fate's collection-
Of all the lucky diamonds
Which will rain your direction.
So, my dear flawed poet,
Don't make me a unused possesion
And oh! Flawed poet,
Time might not give you,
Another chance at perfection,
So flawed poet,
Grab every risk, make haste,
Let us destroy your imperfections.
Oh! Flawed poet,
I deserve your affection.
Note: The flawed poet here is me and my conscience or the inner voice is talking to me.