Quiet - Silent

 

Quiet - Silent

6/17/2025

 

I grew up in a house, that was as quiet as a crypt,

And me just like a page so blank and nondescript,

While I’d tiptoe around on eggshells, and mutely there I’d sit.

Never was there a loud sound, no words spoken harsh and clipped.

We just stayed quiet – silent, as my parents were not equipped

To hand out praise and love, unable to stick to the script,

We just stuck to the silence, hoping it would never get tipped

Past the point of mere negligence to the script getting flipped

Becoming abusive. So instead along we just skipped

Holding on to the oppressive silence, mouths not to be unzipped.

Broken China Doll

 

Broken China Doll

6/17/2025

 

What do you ask a broken China doll

When it falls down on the ground?

It’s just one more - crack - that you can’t take back

Though it may not even make a sound.

With each new fall - with each new – chip,

The – pain – just keeps on growing,

But the painted smile just stays in place,

To hide what you have no way of knowing.

So no one can see that constant – pain,

All those – cracks - that are hidden well,

Though every day the – aches – don’t fade,

It’s a secret he’ll never tell.

 

Because no one can see it, no one will notice

They all assume he’s doing fine,

But the – cracks - are growing although they’re not showing

And one day he’ll shatter –

to this fate he is resigned.

Price of Blood

 

Price of Blood

6/17/2025
 
“Blood is thicker than water,”
Ancient words in a dusty tome,
But does it still stand when they keep on taking
Leaving you drier than a desert bone?
It doesn’t matter if the taking is physical
Like money, or blood, or land,
Or if it’s something mental,
A pain even harder to withstand.
It’s not worth staying in that place
Even with the price of blood,
You deserve to flourish and be at peace,
So you can shine just like the sun.

Every Day - The End

 

Every Day – The End

2/17/25 

Every day I’m walking on the edge
Looking at the news, wondering what’s next,
As we spiral, the leaders preach and condescend.
 
Every day we’re closer and closer to the end
Of who stays here, and who gets left,
In the nazi nation that’s made its way to what we defend.
 
The thorns have covered everything, starting to extend
Over the things we love, with the same pretext
As we spiral down, the leaders preach and condescend.
 
I’m telling you there’s no need to pretend,
We can all see without contest
That the nazi nation has made its way to what we defend.
 
So now we must watch as it all descends
An America breaks, and I mean to offend
As we spiral down, the leaders preach and condescend
In the nazi nations that’s made its way to what we defend.

Soren

 

Soren
1/30/2025
 
I push off the weight of my ancestors who only hold me down.
I toss away the expectations that sway me while I drown.
I scream, “What are the answers to the questions I ask the most?
And why do I flee this knowledge that follows me like a ghost?”
“Who am I?” on my knees I cry, my fists raised to the sky,
“And when did I get so lost? Please just tell me why?
Why must I carry this burden, the sense that I don’t belong?
How did I lose myself and how could it go so wrong?”
But no answers am I given, and this I cannot take,
It is time to find the truth myself because truth will no longer wait.
 
So, I cast off this mantle you forced on me, this guise I was made to hold,
To toss away this unfair burden forcing me into this mold.
It is time to find the self I hid, the me I left behind,
The person who I really am is to no longer be denied.
“This is me!” I scream it out to you, “I care not if you agree,
The person I am I need to find, so this I do decree,
Accept it or not! I care not which. But if you want me ‘round
You must respect the new me, for ‘myself’ is no longer bound
By the expectations of ancestors long buried in the ground,
Because the ones who care the most will stay, of this I’ve found.”
 
This is the new me,
The person I’ll be,
Though inside the same,
I scream my new name,
It is time for me to break free.
                                                            “Soren!”