Author: CaraB

Some don’t feel it
Some feel it
The pressure of it
It can be overwhelming
But once you get it under control
It will lift a load off your chest
Don’t let it overwhelm you
Once it does it will feel like a
Ton on your chest
Don’t let it win

At the dawn of the journey, a chord was struck, so gruesome
Odysseus had a ship filled with the spoils of war, but carried an even more peculiar cargo-
Pride.
The arrogant sailors provoke the gods and are expelled by the wine-dark sea, so unrelenting
Odysseus finds himself on the brink of his demise
Luckily, salvation befalls him
He is recovered by the nymph Kalypso
Odysseus remembers his home and abandons the nymph without question. So bitter
He journeys to the underworld to seek exemption from his torment
He ventures into the darkest corners of the world
Upon his sacrifice to the dead, Odysseus gains the knowledge of his escape
Odysseus is encapsulated by the shrieking and surging of death and destruction
Finally, after his assessment, a chord was struck, so bright.

Sweets, chocolates, hugs, and kisses
Valentines is so delicious,
Filled with love and happiness,
In the air is love and affection,
Bringing people together forever,
What could be more enjoyable,
then having a happy family on the most lovable day of the year.

Petals circling, dancing
Grown from passion
Embodying devotion

Thorns; sharp as a needle
Perish from brutality
Break under embrace

My heart is pounding as if it’s trying to escape my chest. My stomach is trying to fly out of me as well. My head is scared, scared of what might go down, when I walk out onto the platform in front of hundreds of people. Wanting the moment to never come, to keep pushing it farther and farther away. But finally it is here. Walking toward fear, away from solitude. Until I realize I’ve got it all wrong, it doesn’t matter what happens on stage what matters is how confident you are in whatever does happen. This is where I belong. All these people here to support me, came all the way here to see me. Make the most of it. Be proud. That is all I have to say.

Land of White boys

racists

No justice

Ocean of black boys

FREE

BUT no security

July Fourth
July fourth is always fun
Spending time in the sun
Celebrating with food and games
Cheesy burgers leaving greasy stains
Fireworks exploding in the sky
Looking beautiful as they fly
Celebrating children cheer
July fourth is here

You’re a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I’m not the cause but a catalyst
Of everything you already set in motion.
Now you’re late to your own pity party.
We’ve grown bored waiting for you to show up
Take responsibility.

Too bad your heart’s too mutilated to feel even this last
Most shocking, last-ditch desperation.
There’s so much mean in me these days.
My best intentions could make your blood run cold.

Wouldn’t you like to know.
You fancy yourself so intellectual.
We’d all like to imagine ourselves as something superior
One of the gods, even if for only a moment.
Fine then. Enjoy your moment but
pay with everything you’ll never own.
You’ve outgrown the benefit of the doubt.

Does it taste sweet?
Champagne mixed from blood, sweat, and tears
And none of them your own.
Choke on it. Struggle for breath and
despise your own failing lungs.
It’s the closest you’ll ever stumble towards understanding.
There’s no kindness left.
Goodwill has gone and is no sooner returning
Than a sincere word from your mouth.

We’re all fools for you and I know that you know.
The smile in your eyes can’t betray the wicked grin in your mind
While you lay your plans and our dreams bare.
Your law is no more than a piece of thread
To twist and to bend.
You hang our hopes from them
And beat the last drops of will from their broken remains.
Is it fun?

You don’t deserve even the lowest things.
Not a scrap of love left to toss to you.
You are a useless, sinking boat on barren seas
Empty of everything except your own delusions.
Love your hallucinations, then.
I will bleed you dry from the cuts you make
With every bitter word you speak.
Don’t blame me.

The chains you hate are the ones you hold
All your cleverness, has it gotten old?
Struggle all you want
You’re the one who’s always had control.
I’m sure you’d say I’m undeserving of your demands.
A foolish, stupid creature. Just a beast of burden.
Carry the weight of your own words, then.
I refuse to pay the ransom to rescue you from
Your own sinking sands.

Let’s be honest, no one wants amends.

When your merely standing,
time passes, kingdoms fall,
The world changes with every step you take, and each one you don’t.

It adjusts to every vast or even miniscule
force, physical and psychological,
that may come its way.

What lies there, wrapped in an enigma,
hiding in plain sight is the force that you or anyone
can put upon this cocoon of mystery we live on.