Tag Archive | power

92. The president’s wish

I wish they were all dead,
In dirt stacked right up to their heads.
Their cringing cries for pity 
Would not fill me then with dread.

 ©Brindology 2004

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90. Talk is cheap

For the man thinks she knows nothing and so he tells her to be quiet. 

For the man thinks she sees nothing and so he tells her where the sun rises. 

For the man thinks he knows something and so he doesn’t listen, but keeps on talking –

Not knowing 
She knows 
He knows 
Nothing. 

©Brindology 2017

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Daily prompt: Simple

63. Screaming

There are screams travelling across rooftops tonight,
Making their way to my ears and yours.
Screams emanating from a fire that burns within a soul so wounded and torn.
Do I shut my eyes to the noise and pretend I hear nothing?
Somewhere, someone is in pain.

Another minute goes by.

I turn to look at you and I know you hear it, too.
The screams grow louder.
Why do we pause?

Are we so absent from life?

I remember that time we argued.
Our voices shrill with anger,
Our hatred boiling over.
Nobody listened
To your cries or mine.

The screams grow fainter.
Perhaps,
It was no use trying.

©Brindology 2016

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28. Eggshells

are you walking on broken eggshells,
letting them shatter further beneath your feet?
do the days seem numbered to you, too?
when did you stop caring about everyone around you?
when did you stop wondering if you could ever fit in?

perhaps the days don’t take that long anymore to turn into night.

i used to think what i said mattered.
i used to think i mattered.

there is a cloudless sky outside,
but i choose to keep my window closed.
i know the air is still because nothing is moving inside.

do you know who lived within those walls?
the armour is now gone, crushed beneath your feet.
the mask has fallen, never to be lifted again once more.

©Brindology 2016

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20. Woman

I am an empty woman,
My tears have fallen to the ground,
I am an empty woman,
My cries have made their sound;
I am an empty woman,
My sorrow lies drowned,
I am an empty woman,
Come, let my spirit be unbound.

I am a renewed woman,
My heart now holds no pain,
I am a renewed woman,
My voice will not be strained;
I am a renewed woman,
Let my spirit be made plain,
I am a renewed woman,
And my spirit can never be stained.

©Brindology 2014

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