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Patricia Etienne, 11 september 2013
*** America Remembers ***
Simply Tuesday morning, a day just like the ordinary
But to some Lucifer's hearts,
It's planned to be a day in hell
And continues to be a hellish memory to some.
Yeah, America Remembers!
A morning that goes the opposite
When the sun overtaken by cloudiness
And darkness spreads onto her land.
Yeah, America Remembers!
A morning that turns out to be
A deadly viper assassination squad.
That serves thick blood on a plate, and tears in a mug for breakfast.
Yeah, America Remembers!
A morning that rips many families apart.
and hold many hearts in sorrow
And lead many children to the orphan world.
Yeah,9/11/01
America falls onto her knees.
It's as if the sword of Zeus is planted into her heart
Oh she weeps and weeps
The tears that fall from her eyes look like the river of the unknown gods.
Oh terrorists!
You strike my land but I'm not destroyed
You shed my children blood
But most are standing tall and vigilant
You must know
With my torch holding up high
I am who they say I am
My road is illuminating for life to come.
Patricia Etienne, 22 january 2013
Indian women cry “Great St. Essa”
Oh great wisdom Sage of wondrous time
Shine up your great eyes on the women of India as they have been under difficulties
Their land has no place to free and their voice has no strength to cry for mercy
Each day is a struggle like a challenge for a limb to climb up mountains
For you Great Sage, stood against the great Sanhedrin's practices
Your revolutionary actions, had delivered the ultimate chance, and fair choices
That brought by far, women's and children's rights.
Like Mary-Magdalena became sin-free
The Samaritan woman spread the gospel of salvation
The crippled woman who first took steps inside the synagogue
for you broke down the hall of patriarch superiority
your affirmation on behalf of women, had brought The Pharisees to humiliation and shamed
Oh Great Master-avatar!
Why in India a woman is raped every twenty minutes?
Why such adversities on those women ?
Why tears take the place of their glowing eyes?
why sadness takes constant notes in their hearts?
Why such malevolent at large?
If follow your theory by turning the other cheek to the aggressor.
It won't be much hope and
MeditaTION wouldn't be the answer either
For those Indian women cry “Great St. Essa”
You sacrificed to create peace and gender equality.
Let the bell tolls and said “Beware, Brute-Men leave the site of those women for they are sacred and loved!”
Let those unleashed rapist be refrained to normal type of behavior
For legacy of justice reigns, and the fallen souls shall depart in peace.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 15 january 2013
The Monopolize Way
With your narcissistic aspects,
How can I grow under your shadow?
Must I always carry a panhandling,
or...
Break
Away?
Either way...
The thought of you give me the fear.
Must I remain passive
so I can be pet around?
Must I act coercively-
Again...
How can I break loose
From this-
Hypochondria form of you?
Patricia Etienne, 21 april 2012
~So disturb! ~
It’s 6: 35 in the morning
I wake up sweat and breathless
Thoughts pounding my head
The ramblings of my brain
Wanting to come out live through ink
I slip my hand to look for you
Then, instead my hand touches
The folded sheet on the pillow
Damned you!
Damned you!
I slip my hands between my thighs
The early sun set hit my eyes
Through the thin curtain window
Allow my eyes to close
The memory of the beautiful night
Shivers my body, then I get angry
Hear my heart cry
God of misericord
Why must it always have to be this way?
Like a hit and run situation
Like a Doctor’s visit
You come and treat my pain
And then hit the road
Never once have the chance
To wake up cuddle in your arms.
To cry our joys of the night passé
To gaze into each other’s eyes
Share a good morning kiss
Or drink a morning coffee together
Never mind!
O’ ma tête me fait mal
C'est comme une piqûre d`aiguille
ça me fait si mal, si mal
Dans ma tête...
I try to think of something else
Still my thoughts want to
Transcribe on paper and
Here is my endless story (…)
Patricia Etienne
Patricia Etienne, 20 april 2012
~Humanity Cries Woe~
Gazing upon the rocky grey mountain peaks
Abruptly, particle of rocks avalanche break away
Rush down the surface of the mountain
and shake the ground into bitter disaster
It seems like darkness holds the world hostage
Rush down the surface of the mountain
Like a cat sink its claws into the wall- people hang on the edge
Fighting not to slide down below the cave erosion
Anatomy of fear stares in the eyes of us all
Really no room to talk, humanity is caught in the act of misdeed
Anatomy of fear stares in the eyes of us all
When we are trapped under the cloud's veil
and evil paint-balls spread all over our bodies
Should harsh reality to be tossed in?
What is our reasons and alibis?
Humanity cries for help and attention
What is our reasons and alibis?
We are of different races, ethnicities and creeds- love must not flourish
For you not silence- I must retaliate
For we are not in the same political comfort zone- war must declare
Humanity cries for help and attention
Who to blame and who should we go to for repair?
It's to keepsake, and can't be left in this lucrative scene
We should collaborate, and make amend, but when?.
Humanity cries- look at me, notice me and stare at me!
© 2012 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 25 march 2012
~~This Poet I Am~~
Midnight hour sets on the clock
Mother moon, lights up the deep black sky
The ray of light strikes on the surface of my bedroom window
Appears to disturb my sleep cycle
– Meanwhile,
I am tossing and turning unable to find comfort
Alphabetical letters whirled inside my head
Images and shapes throbbing my brain
looking to cluster and birth a meaning.
Under a teeny cylinder candlelight
I oblige to transcribe down my thoughts
Perhaps a poet I come to be?
~~~~
I glimpse down on the paper
Ponderous words exert feelings of discontentment and concern
The muse is coming stronger like a tam tam beat
So words are climbing down as though on the activist dance-hall
– Unbelievable!
They are revolutionise words
In form that pursuit a cause
It seems like my clever in action.
I rebel against my thoughts
I attempt to replace bitter lines with soft sentences
In the end the true rhythm of my heart reveals – A superlative minder
This poet I am
~~~~
Now the candlelight goes out, and
I’m sitting in the dark thinking.
~~~~
Thus, I bump into some difficult tunnels
To hear the voices, to interpret them,
then to feed them accordingly through the mind of the reader and listener.
Not an easy task. Sorry for those who think this way.
– Controversial!
Some depict me as a feminist thinker, a citizen poet--
Others view my approaches as 'A bowl of mixing salad.'
Either one bothers me not
What matters to me is the one life that I touch and make the difference.
There's always one indeed, not to say many
It's the power projected in the pen
The free verse unravel,
and create a piece of evocative writing,
Which is free to revise at any time-- makes me the poet I am.
Patricia Etienne, 21 february 2012
~*~The ist and ism discoloration~*~
I am the creation of the higher up
Can't be the specimen of Virgin Mary
Can best be the seed of Aphrodite
Created to please-
Satisfy,
Submissive,
Lure,
Discrete
Strive and grow
(… Enough already)
~*~
If I choose to follow the path of Lady Godiva
To strengthen things-
Gain remission,
Rebuke oppression,
Acknowledge,
And to set up justice whereupon
(… Frankly, I find nothing wrong with that)
~*~
If I choose to follow my meanings in life
To voice concerns
for those in the dungeon,
Keep in silence with a leash
and blind folded with a gipsy veil
(… then, that's great!)
~*~
If I choose to be me!
I bow down to no fear , just dare
In spites of being a woman
I step on my imperfections
To flaunt my women-ism-
Socially involved
And, an...
(… Go on , don't crack down, please stop it, stop those tears of yours. You are stronger than that, go on, I'm listening)
~*~
Then why must I misconstrue in the plethora of the ist and ism characteristics?
Feminist,
lesbianism,
Envy-ism
All called names by male chauvinist, sexist
who solely perceived Aphrodite's seeds as stupid and worthless.
Stand on the superiority scale
Throwing dragon fire if winning and controlling are not up to their vantages
(… But sweet pea, you sound very upset)
~*~
Unlike the Virgin Mother
I am a modern woman
I put on the red eyes
When I'm bit by snake tongues
Cruel judgmental minds
I wear my trouser and boots to maintain my activities
I hard labor around the clock
For I sustain and cater to my family
I carry my banner up high to denounce malfeasance
Intimidation is aroused when imply the ist and ism cycle
The idea behind is to hibernate thoughts
Cripple and crush women's souls
In spites of all called names
I remain to be me
Whole and concrete
(… You said it all sweet pea, now rest your case!)
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 21 february 2012
*`~`*the Forbidden Flea*`~`*
It hurts to feel
When you have a dream
A very funny dream
That is bigger than your thoughts
Than what you can take on
When illusion rises
You feel to take the world by storms
Then limitation stands in your way.
If only she could, she would
She would find a way to defy
What is appeared to be
The scourge of our time
The irrational thing
The forbidden flea
That literally sucks life
And supplies darkness in return
If only she could, she would
She would destroy by rage
This funny pioneer wants to be
The gloom and doom insect
With the ultimate intention
To destroy man kind
With no exception
Nonetheless, she is so very heartbroken
When realize this demon is at its will power
Nobody has yet to come close to its match
In fact she finds it to be so very difficult
To even finding words of motivation
To alleviate its victims' souls
Knowing half of the time
It's just...
But when she looks on the bright side
She takes a very deep breath
Hopeful breath!
Knowing, that we are human, the biggest species among all!
The celestial gift given to us
We will not be defeated by cancer
The dubious insect
The supreme victory is to us!
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 13 february 2012
~~The Bogeymen In The Black boots~~
On this foul terrain
Even the very light blowing wind
Bring the strongest man off balance
Go figure the heavy black boots predators
who spread torture by buckets.
They blow fire with burning pressure
and oppression with no measure;
attempting to meltdown those who are reluctant of their wrongdoings.
Like the no kindest, no heart Apocalypses' laws
Intimidation is ruled to win souls
Rejeanne's father underwent the knife of oppression
The tried to drain off his activist blood
Poor Rejeanne, she witnessed the entire reckless operation,
and when her father’s last breath went flatlining like a candle light.
Her mother escaped through the back wooden window
With little Rejeanne carried on her shoulder
Hours later she fled the country,
and left Rejeanne behind with her Grand-Mama.
Poor child has carried the cross of her time.
She felt short-changed to have lost her father,
and sort of abandoned by her mother.
She shed tears of broken memories;
especially, on father's day same for Mother's day.
Although, her Grand-Mama really tried to act as her parents,
but at times that didn't cut the drill.
She really needed someone to call Mom and Dad and she needed parenting love.
For Rejeanne, being a toddler and life without parents was very upheaval.
The many distressing dreams she always encountered,
Related to the traumatic event she has suffered.
Her nightmares content – the bogeymen in the black boots;
who were trying to break the door open.
Horrific dreams, that she often awoken with her heart pounding from fear.
Through many years Rejeanne spent each day of her life like a massive morn.
She grew into an anxious adult
Nonetheless compassionate...
Still with the long lasting emotional effects of traumatic experienced
© 2012 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 7 february 2012
`*Hatred rules*`
Since the ancient time
It has been a constant fight-
Between the two forces
With a profuse imbalance
The small walks on the blade of grass
With the end result of ongoing tears- of anguish;
The big delivers endless corruptions,
And make certain their victims' joy is treason.
A battle of justice versus injustice-
Knowledge debating with ignorance
Prejudice leading towards racism
Eventually proclaim world apartheid.
Oh this chronic fight of agony
Where things are taking a twist
Hopeless marches on the graveyard
It's like bringing knife to gunfire
For the small it's a fight without pod
Since an ant cannot tangle with a giant elephant
The scale has remained imbalance.
Again the sadist with a smile on his face!
© 2012 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 20 january 2012
~*~I'm of Destiny~*~
I'm the product of what he had written for centuries ago
A figment of his visions the rest are yet to come.
An envoy with a different portrait among so many
Thu my perspective and intention are of his directions
I'm no fairy tale whether than you think of me
I'm no imagination of what your thought may seem
I'm human, rather say a flesh, with dust and breathe he created us both.
By now, you should acknowledge that I can't be gone with the blink of an eye.
Upon his will I'm leading this nation
Your impertinence onto me hurt him more than you may have thought.
Your plots verses me have raised good patriotic concern from many
Now, the all union crews are on the verge of dissension.
I'm of destiny and by all means- it's to charge
I know nothing of my past present and future
I know nothing from the string of my hair through the tip of my toe
One thing I know he cast me a vote and so I'm a voice among you all.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 20 january 2012
His Traverse
The moment of anguish
Alley of betrayal
Scene of suffering by one man greed
Garden of lost hope
Awful, dreadful night
The beasts, unmerciful men, armed
Marched toward the pure, innocent soul
Gethsemane! Gethsemane!
He was tied with ropes and arrested
Accused for no known cause
Pilate, “for I find no fault in him”
Thus he was flogged
His garment was torn
With the crown of thorns
His blood dripped from his forehead
Bathed his face, body and sweat
Put to shame, degradation, pain, sorrow
Condemned and crucified
O Bethlehem! O Bethlehem!
The Lamb of God
He came to save us sinners
We gave him deception and death
O sweet courage our virgin lady!
For your martyrs and torments
For witnessed the great sacrifice of the lamb
You stood the pain with fortress
And with great compassion
Blessed be! Blessed be!
O Jerusalem! O Jerusalem!
Sadness has landed onto your land
The deep dark sky cried of despair
For our saviour has been sacrificed
We all are sinners!
With his compassion,
He took the part of a man for our sins
The prophecy has accomplished
He defeated death!
Maranatha!
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 20 january 2012
She's April
Just early dawn
Clear blue sky
Hear the birds sing behind the glass window.
Stand in the midst of her horizon
The wakening of the rose bouquets.
A wonderful allure
A perfect therapy for the eyes.
The fresh scented smell, things to come
It's going to be beautiful!
She, in the morning is the same at nighttime
Especially, with her black satin negligee.
Portray the pattern of bright stars and luminous moon.
Enough to sway any man off balance.
A very happy soul
Can as well be really pretentious.
Very reputable for her mood changes
Her roller coaster body temperature.
And her majesty green weepy eyes.
The Cleopatra to all men eyes.
The renaissance of beauty.
The happiness by all mean.
April is blossom with Spring.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 14 january 2012
`~The lyric of Fiona~`
As daylight appears above the
earth's horizon
My thoughts begin with this perpetual race
In which my
inner voice always steps in to the rescue
On the pretense of reassurance,
Whisper the very same tone and lyric
"Here's cheers to your pain"
"Here's cheers to your sorrow"
"As it happens long and gone"
"The
damage has already done"
"time to let go, something meant not grow"
These words usually carry me through for sometime.
They are
constructive and wholesome
They are used as a basis for relating values to
my issues
They are used as principle to reach me out
They are supposedly
therapeutic words, useful while they last
But how long can I dwell on
this trend of words?
When each day, all I can see is the same old face
The same mask is haunting me down
The same scenario with a repetitive
play in my eyes
His sound of voice echoing in my head
Fiona, Fiona,
Fiona...
His breathe, heavily on my face
Frankly, words are not enough
to heal my pain
This carve in my wrist is done as in a cry for help
A
sign of psychological disturbance.
But how can I receive proper help?
When all along, I've been plastering the truth
I've been ashamed to say
that I was raped
Yeah, I finally say it!
I bursted out the pain
I
was raped...
By an unknown core
The evil man, who constantly disturbing
my sleep
I find myself in the circle of rape trauma syndrome.
Now my
inner voice whispers a different tone and lyric >>
"Here's cheers
to your strength"
"Here's cheers for breaking the silence"
"Here's
cheers for coming out of the isolation"
"Here's cheers for taking the step
toward your healing journey"
© 2012 by _Patricia Etienne
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reserved
Note from author: To all rape survivors, While there's no way to
change what happened to you, but you can at least speak up. Don't fear reprisal
and feel ashamed, please take action!
Patricia Etienne, 11 january 2012
``Sephora``
Just before dawn sitting on the balcony, heavy winds blow with gravel dust smear my eyes into tears.
Then, thinking of you
Asking myself the unanswered question
Why do I love you so?
In the mist of the night, thoughts racing through my head, wake up sweat and heavy breathe
Then, thinking of you
Asking myself the silly question
Why is my heart beating so hard for you?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If sky could speak, perhaps my only question would be answered
Because above...
I raise my head each time I have wondered
About that...
My heart is so happy whenever I see you,
But then again...
I rather turn my head the other way
Knowing...
It pierces my heart to the extreme just to have this feeling onward.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Many times I have felt for girls,
But then...
Cannot compare a soul to how I feel for you now
Many times...
I've heard my friends complain of love that hurts,
But then...
I didn't think this could ever happen to me
Simply...
I thought that I could control my heart about anything!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now, Sephora is the girl my heart yearning for
My remaining question...
Does she feel the same way I feel about her?
O' worthless,
I feel by exposing this capsule of words
Unexplainable...
When a poor man's heart is consumed with feelings
Reality is...
To break silence in a serene mode, before driving to the insane road.
Note from author:
I was inspired by my friend Eric O'Connor, after our discussion on the factor about the equation of falling in love.
Patricia Etienne, 5 january 2012
Just Another Woman
He came into my life like a gush of water he dispersed everything away
My friends warned me of him, but his strong poetic words transformed my heart to weakness
Gave him my heart and strength with no measure
Then the romance felt good. Each second spent on a high note of excitement
************
Like the only marble left on the round, yet unable to realize
His name was the only one showing on my caller ID
Just like another woman I were to him
But being buried with my naivety of blind love incapable to acknowledge
************
So sad outrageously sad, my heart genuinely desired him
But for him, simply nothing it was just to kill time
flipped his note book, mark down his agenda, point at his next prey
Another one next door, a weak character, or fantasized how his next lust would be
************
His shallow heart and his incentive actions
Brought heart to fear, brought love to regress and hope to lowest point available
Trapped in his arms, as though I made acquaintance with Dracula
Was concluded when my heart was drained out of blood and touch
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 5 january 2012
*Oh it is Mystery*
No mountain shall be an obstacle to climb up
No river stream shall be too ferocious to swim across
Even when black smoke obscure the road
When winds blow with gravel dust
When the last cent spent
Not a drop out of possibility
Could be at the last grasp of breath
It will manifest!
The written parchment of all human tasks
Disclose by our earthly missions
If it was meant, it would be
Whether it's a crown
A cushioned chair
Or a risen star
Fate!
The mystery to all!
**´¨) ¸.•´¸.•*´¨(**
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 5 january 2012
~ No Cure~
They clap and clap till their hands grow tired
Sing with high tone till their voices worn out
For leaders of untruth words
They cast their votes with the wish that change will be
Once tasted the cushion chaise
The rhythm of the drum alter to a cymbal tone
The dance steps are followed together as one
By far all promises climb up the tree
Poor souls of this Island
Have been waiting for a perpetual new ray of sun light
All leaders voted as a motive for their voices
Turn out to betray and shatter their hearts
Cruel, hatred of unknown kindness
Trample on the conscience of devoted electors
Deliver false illusion
To a nation that is moaning for hope
To all are rip-off their fair rights
The wrong and the bad are at large
What fair can be drawn out of madness?
No cure for this island soul.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 30 december 2011
~*This Calf love*~
*********
Shall we not
Go on through everyday
Bickering
Yapping
For reasons
I've cometh to believe
That are untitled
*********
For I'm ceased
Not to conflict I rest
Dickering
Brightening
Best way
To lay the cards
Full house of aces.
*********
Where I stand
In the flamingo flock
Fluttering
Tingling
My heart
Whisper but love
Please read between the lines.
*********
Why portray
Like a beast with no heart?
Puncturing
Frightening
A pity soul
Who looking for nothing but
A fragment of your attention.
*********
Why portray
The devil like you are?
Crumbling
Sinking
One's heart
Upon my pain
I wish but to rid of
This crazy love.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 30 december 2011
*~No mourns~*
Don't cry for me
When I'm no more
Rather...
Please
Be glorified
~*~~*~
Better off I'll be
From this strange life
Injustice...
From
Fallacious system
~*~~*~
This constant black shroud
Hold before my eyes
Barricade...
I
Remain motionless
~*~~*~
Expressions of my face
Are invisible by many
Strange...
Understood
By children
~*~~*~
Being on this battlefield
Far too long already
Striving...
Enormously
Losing faith
~*~~*~
When I'm no more
Faraway I will be
From...
This
Twisted Era
So
Very please
No sorrows
Preferably
Adieu
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 30 december 2011
~I Bid You Adieu~
I'm eagerly awaiting this last wish
My eyelids flutter each time, sun light slope on earth
Asking when will that moment be?
To just uncover the repressed feelings
That seem to lessen my joy
But until I see you then for just one last
To explain your empty promises
To respond to all unanswered questions
To put to rest the unfinished business of our time spent
I shall continue to influence by this emotional feeling "leftover"
…Nonetheless
On second thought
I'm no more going to show excessive smiles to conceal my sadness
Crying on my pillow, I'm no more
…Or fantasizing
I'm to release the butterflies
…I'm to
Ache from no past feelings
To free my thoughts of all past ordeals
To paw on the ashes of my past burdens
…Yearning last wish
I'm dashing now
…This heavy energy is now resolved
Awaiting no more
I'm vulture bliss.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 28 december 2011
***Time***
We don't have time'
Time has us
Though I wish
Like
anyone else
To grab a hold of time
Just to mingle and dwell
Yet
the day passes so fast
That it's already tomorrow,
Still we beg and
plead for
Time to borrow
Still surprise on how the sun has gone'
Our shocked and amaze will never be done
Time is a comedian, first
fast then slow
Because on boring days the day will never go
So spend
time wisely if you must,
We don't have time'
Time has us
Patricia Etienne, 26 december 2011
*Gone With Her *
Then:
They bullied me,
Made me feel much smaller than what I really was,
Not knowing How to deal with pain I kept inside.
Woe is me
As I cried in grief
Staring at myself
Laying still
As I wish the minutes would be
But twos not
After:
They made me feel low.
Called me ugly
And stepped on every ounce of confidence I had stored.
Like thieving pirates searching for my sacred treasure,
They found my self-esteem and took from me.
The priest said a prayer and placed me to rest.
My friends and family all shed their tears.
Now:
I did it! I dealt with her.
Her blood falls on my hands,
But a problem she is to me no more.
They teased and bothered both her and me so much
That I came to a point where I killed myself
I have committed suicide.
The greatest act I have ever done.
I killed her low self-esteem,
Her below zero confidence
And her tradition of crying
But I live,
Proud of myself
And of who I am.
No longer obliged
To the comments they make of me
Or the opinions they have.
For I have committed suicide to her.
Note From author:
This piece of writing is dedicated to all of those who have survived
bullies, who have been teased, who have accepted themselves for
who they are, and learned to get rid of their low self esteem.
So Please keep on fighting!
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 26 december 2011
~~When Depression Climbs up the Wall~~
~~1~~
Down and under
Below black skies
Heavy clouds follow
As though with legs
Clomping the air road
Striving to escape as always try
But…
Down and under
Rain water burns
~~2~~
Down and under
Where light is gloomed
Each step forward
Is found to go backward
Exhale a heavy cry
Who's there to hear
Only…
the voice echoing
The woods to sink down deeper
~~3~~
Down and under
Shoulders shrug down
Sleepy eyes unable to open
Within the four walls
Darkness is glorified
Light becomes the intimate enemy
Only…
Sweet taste commands the stomach walls
Marriage is made with the fluffy blanket
~~4~~
Down and under
Does not rhyme with shine
Snow cascade from skies to heart
Unable to reason or to smile
Tearful eyes relieve pain
Feelings of worthless invade soul
Now…
Suicidal thoughts take over Grim's weapon
Deep feet under makes the last move
Note from Author:
Depression is a serious disease. Allow yourself to see the symptoms and be proactive
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 26 december 2011
~~Am I a Conniver? ~~
For so I am a woman
All fingers are pointing at me
All eyes are fixating on me
All verdicts are going against me
For what reason ever be
Who has the right?
Who has the right to think that way?
My question is yet to answer
~~``~~
For so I am a woman
It's like a stigma
I am viewed like a rotten apple
A libertine, thinking by many
For what so ever reason
Who has the right?
Who has the right to feel that way?
My question is yet to answer.
~~``~~
Indeed I am a woman
I am perturbed,
Prosecuted,
laughed at,
Damaged,
Minimized,
Pushed aside,
I long carry the world's burdens on my back.
~~``~~
For all I know
I am a woman
From Eve
Pass down the curse
Begins far, so far back
In the ancient epoch
Time of B.C.
When the pleasing to the eyes fruit got bitten
Then sins take nascence
I come to be the conniver
~~``~~
Alright I am a woman
Through childbirth
I hollow
I agonize
I encounter,
Pain beyond the word imagination
I pay my penance
Am I still a conniver?
~~``~~
He the superior of all lawyers
He makes all the laws
And he who has the right
To give all the rights;
Has already given me,
My rights
I am a woman
I am at my own free will.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
All rights reserved
Latest comments:
1 may 2024
violetta
Tak;)
1 may 2024
kb
złotej*
1 may 2024
kontoler żłotej poświaty
1 may 2024
samo życie, każdy swoje brudy ma, lepsze czy
1 may 2024
romantyczny to romantyczny, prawdziwy taki
1 may 2024
ten ketchup to fakt, trzeba przypilnować przy
1 may 2024
interesujący przekaz, jak dla mnie o własnej
1 may 2024
jakby trzy style w jednej substancji :)
1 may 2024
ucieczka z przewidzianym powrotem to też stabilizacja...
29 april 2024
Nie jest niczym podyktowany:)
29 april 2024
sam53
nic nowego, wszystko mam pod kontrolą... tak
29 april 2024
a jak wygląda nieromantyczny pocałunek...?
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